<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:17:16.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl - Big Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7866142893897921241</id><published>2010-04-05T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:38:30.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I?</title><content type='html'>If you find yourself hoping to see him everyday; If you find yourself thinking of him every minute, every second; If you miss his smile, laughter and everything about him; If all you wanna do when you’re out with him is to tell him jokes and make him happy; Or if he means the world to you, it’s time that you take out some guts and ask him to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7866142893897921241?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7866142893897921241/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/shall-i.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7866142893897921241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7866142893897921241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/shall-i.html' title='Shall I?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7564830936320575279</id><published>2010-04-05T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:46:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S7mVUurY-hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6PumhKmM68g/s1600/Easter_by_kris_wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S7mVUurY-hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6PumhKmM68g/s320/Easter_by_kris_wilson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456556606896011794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7564830936320575279?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7564830936320575279/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7564830936320575279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7564830936320575279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy easter!!'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S7mVUurY-hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6PumhKmM68g/s72-c/Easter_by_kris_wilson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-965289008721838201</id><published>2010-04-01T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:59:17.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voor Mickey</title><content type='html'>And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-965289008721838201?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/965289008721838201/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/voor-mickey.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/965289008721838201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/965289008721838201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/voor-mickey.html' title='Voor Mickey'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-628473323002138943</id><published>2010-03-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:32:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with. You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me. But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-628473323002138943?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/628473323002138943/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-are-going-to-fall-in-love-with.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/628473323002138943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/628473323002138943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-are-going-to-fall-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4662159495433259627</id><published>2010-03-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:45:21.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S6-VqX-y9oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PwlSH694ptE/s1600/z211841323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S6-VqX-y9oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PwlSH694ptE/s320/z211841323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453742228993406594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4662159495433259627?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4662159495433259627/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4662159495433259627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4662159495433259627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S6-VqX-y9oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PwlSH694ptE/s72-c/z211841323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8890628602086151151</id><published>2010-03-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:01:02.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a little kid again...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I could just be a little kid again.  So when life gets tough you can just play pretend.  I wanna go back to when Santa did exist.  When your daddy was the only boy  you ever kissed.  When Disney World was the best place to be.  When the only movies you could see were rated G.  When your biggest problem was learning to write your name and people didn't change...and your friends were the same.  And every time you were sad or you had a bad day.  You could just run to mommy  and it would all be okay.  I wanna go back to no hurt...and no pain...just laughter.  When everyone always  lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8890628602086151151?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8890628602086151151/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-be-little-kid-again.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8890628602086151151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8890628602086151151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-be-little-kid-again.html' title='I want to be a little kid again...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8023045039264591496</id><published>2010-03-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:00:06.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't what they seem</title><content type='html'>Walking down the hall with her head held high, every hair is in its place, sees a friend and she waves hi, wearing a smile on her perfect face.  Friendly, smart, and beautiful, everyone adores this girl.  Seemingly content, her head's in a whirl.  Inside she's unhappy, and doesn't know why.  She lays in her bed at night and cries.  She doesn't know what causes the tears; how could this princess have insecurities or fears?  She has it all.  A pretty smile, many friends, a great guy, the newest trends, her family has money, and she gets good grades.  Always looking happy, every single day, but inside she's feeling a different way.  This is wonder girl, she's everyone's dream, but things aren't always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8023045039264591496?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8023045039264591496/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-arent-what-they-seem.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8023045039264591496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8023045039264591496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-arent-what-they-seem.html' title='Things aren&apos;t what they seem'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7168409840641542188</id><published>2010-03-04T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:56:14.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this poem someone wrote for me</title><content type='html'>Charlet, Charlet, drunk on wine&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile all the time&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing your poems, keep on with the prose&lt;br /&gt;What's really on your mind, love&lt;br /&gt;No one quite knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love the fact that I don't even drink wine :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7168409840641542188?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7168409840641542188/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-this-poem-someone-wrote-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7168409840641542188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7168409840641542188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-this-poem-someone-wrote-for-me.html' title='Love this poem someone wrote for me'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4374312603689145409</id><published>2010-02-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:16:00.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kids, you need to know some things. First off, life isnt all about who you're dating or what you're wearing. As much as you think people care, they really don't care how perfect your hair is, or how ripped you are. Yes, you need to take care of yourself, but there are more important things in life. The world doesn't care about your 90 % average, or your first place dance award. Acne will go away, and your hair cut will grow back out. Life is meant to be fun, it's about living for moments, and not for people. Life is about how you live, not how you look. You CAN spend your weekend lying in bed watching movies, or you CAN go out and party all weekend. As long as you're enjoying life, and as long as you're happy, it doesn't matter what you're doing. If its not fun, its not worth doing. So please be yourself and enjoy life. It's too short to be miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4374312603689145409?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4374312603689145409/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-you-need-to-know-some-things.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4374312603689145409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4374312603689145409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-you-need-to-know-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7390825535508585364</id><published>2010-02-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:16:20.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7390825535508585364?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7390825535508585364/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-feel-like-theres-hole.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7390825535508585364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7390825535508585364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-feel-like-theres-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-6468427271871514403</id><published>2010-02-21T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:55:40.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FXd0uO_9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ximdwOIg0B0/s1600-h/54193220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FXd0uO_9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ximdwOIg0B0/s320/54193220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440725994720657362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-6468427271871514403?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6468427271871514403/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/6468427271871514403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/6468427271871514403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FXd0uO_9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ximdwOIg0B0/s72-c/54193220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1351301906197356370</id><published>2010-02-21T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:53:47.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FW_1aJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CnnVX8zpq9g/s1600-h/i+am+becoming+a+writer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FW_1aJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CnnVX8zpq9g/s320/i+am+becoming+a+writer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440725479508754578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1351301906197356370?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1351301906197356370/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1351301906197356370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1351301906197356370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-you-know.html' title='Now you know...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FW_1aJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CnnVX8zpq9g/s72-c/i+am+becoming+a+writer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-823338319923410511</id><published>2010-02-21T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:52:02.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FWk7iUXYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K7sK-U3qgok/s1600-h/z192964329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FWk7iUXYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K7sK-U3qgok/s320/z192964329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440725017297182082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-823338319923410511?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/823338319923410511/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/823338319923410511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/823338319923410511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/S4FWk7iUXYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K7sK-U3qgok/s72-c/z192964329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1001460667333343993</id><published>2009-11-21T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:09:08.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things that really matter</title><content type='html'>wisdom. warm spring days. memories. honest work. faith. bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;passion. puppies. the sounds of music. seashells. candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;saying "i love you". saying "i'm sorry". flowers. motherhood. a good book.&lt;br /&gt;kindness. afternoon naps. friends. thunderstorms. sad movies. family.&lt;br /&gt;gratitude. quiet time. independence. imagination. contentment. milestones.&lt;br /&gt;hugs. sunrise. children's art. the smell of a new baby. romance. holidays.&lt;br /&gt;trust. sympathy. holding hands. charity. summer nights. old dogs.&lt;br /&gt;family dinners. a good cup of coffee. curiosity. a sense of wonder. hope.&lt;br /&gt;companionship. home. butterflies. courage. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1001460667333343993?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1001460667333343993/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-things-that-really-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1001460667333343993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1001460667333343993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-things-that-really-matter.html' title='50 things that really matter'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-305101250245577678</id><published>2009-11-16T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:05:31.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a gentleman</title><content type='html'>/&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a gentleman, chivalry is what I do. I'll open doors, pull out your chair, buy your drinks, but when it comes down to Mario Kart, I draw the line. I'm sorry but I just can't let you beat me at Mario Kart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-305101250245577678?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/305101250245577678/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/305101250245577678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/305101250245577678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-gentleman.html' title='What a gentleman'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-6955169008876512808</id><published>2009-11-15T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:38:50.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts so bad..</title><content type='html'>"i don't want us to fight or go our own way, i just want us to be friends, to be stupid and annoying, i want us to scream at each other cos your boyfriend is an ars, i want to be there when you get married, divorced and married again, i want us to be anything but us. i dont know how i want it and i quite frankly can be botherd less on how we are friends, i just want you to be, babe. And i just don't want you to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to leave. I don't see any other option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye babe, Vive ahora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-6955169008876512808?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6955169008876512808/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-hurts-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/6955169008876512808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/6955169008876512808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-hurts-so-bad.html' title='It hurts so bad..'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1148200476192678804</id><published>2009-11-13T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:18:46.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then he said to me:</title><content type='html'>"Wanting you happy was always more important than just wanting you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1148200476192678804?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1148200476192678804/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-he-said-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1148200476192678804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1148200476192678804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-he-said-to-me.html' title='And then he said to me:'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5051195031625245974</id><published>2009-11-13T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:14:15.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we have got to get this right...</title><content type='html'>Let's say that theoretically I really like you. And theoretically even though it sounds moronically cliche and overused - you give me butterflies. And just for kicks, let's add that all in theory of course you may be one of the wonderful people I have ever met, and hypothetically my heart beats ten times faster when I see you. Do you think that you would supposedly (and in the most theoretical sense) feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5051195031625245974?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5051195031625245974/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-we-have-got-to-get-this-right.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5051195031625245974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5051195031625245974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-we-have-got-to-get-this-right.html' title='So we have got to get this right...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5751312145592892982</id><published>2009-10-13T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:23:10.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My future</title><content type='html'>I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love,&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5751312145592892982?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5751312145592892982/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5751312145592892982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5751312145592892982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future.html' title='My future'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-6254943500826890054</id><published>2009-10-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:09:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Ss4cys5z0HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/on7_biInGDM/s1600-h/z196589354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SsDLh6bQDeI/AAAAAAAAADw/3YcBUgmzuMY/s320/Racoon_family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386528937814789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8800206604174223935?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8800206604174223935/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-have-to-study-i-draw.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8800206604174223935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8800206604174223935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-have-to-study-i-draw.html' title='When I have to study, I draw'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SsDLh6bQDeI/AAAAAAAAADw/3YcBUgmzuMY/s72-c/Racoon_family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8188889429487760884</id><published>2009-08-31T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:56:20.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I know in life I learned from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpuVM6WMdqI/AAAAAAAAADo/uYYm-qPiLpk/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpuVM6WMdqI/AAAAAAAAADo/uYYm-qPiLpk/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376054629250135714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Never use "We were on a break" as an excuse&lt;br /&gt;* Remember, it's not that common, it doesn't happen to every guy and it is a big deal&lt;br /&gt;* Everybody had a lobster&lt;br /&gt;* Quitting the gym is just as hard as quitting the bank&lt;br /&gt;* For more space in bed, use the "hug and roll" technique&lt;br /&gt;* Yemen is a good place to escape unwanted girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;* You can do a lot  with just cups and ice&lt;br /&gt;* Always say the right name at the altar&lt;br /&gt;* Powder and lotion will not help remove hot and sticky leather trousers&lt;br /&gt;* 'man bags' aren't manly&lt;br /&gt;* Don't count 'mississippily' when in a tanning booth&lt;br /&gt;* "How you doin" never fails&lt;br /&gt;* If stung by a jellyfish, pee on it&lt;br /&gt;* Never let a monkey near a TV remote&lt;br /&gt;* Only in prison do they 'cup' whilst measuring for pants&lt;br /&gt;* It's not Smelly Cat's fault&lt;br /&gt;* Always read make-up letters all the way through, even if they are 18 pages long. FRONT and BACK!&lt;br /&gt;* You should leave your synth keyboard in de 80s where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;* A nap with your best friend could be the best nap you've ever had&lt;br /&gt;* Never let slip to a child that they are in fact adopted&lt;br /&gt;* Meat is not an igredient in trifle&lt;br /&gt;* There's no such thing as shark porn&lt;br /&gt;* Your first name is not your 'family name'&lt;br /&gt;* Throwing your own wake is not a good way to meet weomen&lt;br /&gt;* A 'day of fun' is a good way to get to know someone&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone is intitled to a 'freebie' list of 5 celebrities they can sleep with if the opportunity arises&lt;br /&gt;* W.E.N.U.S stands for.. ummm?...&lt;br /&gt;* Don't leave teeth whitening gel on for longer than recommended&lt;br /&gt;* Never bet your apartment in a game of 'who knows who'&lt;br /&gt;* Taping Oven Mitts to your hands will prevent you from scratching chicken-pox&lt;br /&gt;* Never put your head in a Turkey&lt;br /&gt;* Wooden spoons and toy trucks make great massaging tools&lt;br /&gt;* Never let a duck and a chick near a fussball table&lt;br /&gt;* 'Pheebs' is short for Phoebe, it's not just what we call our friends&lt;br /&gt;* Never pose for a V.D. poster campain&lt;br /&gt;* Ugly, naked and guy do not make for an attractive combination&lt;br /&gt;* Playing too much on arcade machines can lead to getting 'the claw'&lt;br /&gt;* A silent auction is not a contest to guess the right price&lt;br /&gt;* When moving a couch upstairs, Pivot&lt;br /&gt;* It's possible to drink a gallon of milk in 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;* Regina Falange and Ken Adams make great false names&lt;br /&gt;* Eating too much meat can cause 'meat sweats'&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone has an identical hand twin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8188889429487760884?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8188889429487760884/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-i-know-in-life-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8188889429487760884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8188889429487760884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-i-know-in-life-i-learned.html' title='Everything I know in life I learned from...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpuVM6WMdqI/AAAAAAAAADo/uYYm-qPiLpk/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1500205889047116317</id><published>2009-08-24T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:39:14.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLsW1IemfI/AAAAAAAAADg/etF2d4CDCK0/s1600-h/z198695885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLsW1IemfI/AAAAAAAAADg/etF2d4CDCK0/s320/z198695885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373617182370339314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1500205889047116317?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1500205889047116317/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1500205889047116317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1500205889047116317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLsW1IemfI/AAAAAAAAADg/etF2d4CDCK0/s72-c/z198695885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5579438172343334896</id><published>2009-08-24T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:33:25.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLq4YRtwqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uPyzXQGFj-g/s1600-h/z130012492.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLq4YRtwqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uPyzXQGFj-g/s320/z130012492.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373615559716749986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5579438172343334896?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5579438172343334896/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5579438172343334896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5579438172343334896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLq4YRtwqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uPyzXQGFj-g/s72-c/z130012492.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-3525431812176227619</id><published>2009-08-24T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:18:29.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you look right the way, you see that the whole world is a garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLnb0TC6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/erO-BLSrOpE/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLnb0TC6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/erO-BLSrOpE/s320/spring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373611770487433954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-3525431812176227619?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3525431812176227619/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-look-right-way-you-see-that.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3525431812176227619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3525431812176227619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-look-right-way-you-see-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLnb0TC6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/erO-BLSrOpE/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1309329192687411408</id><published>2009-08-24T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:13:32.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLmVh0vQtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B2D1g957l-A/s1600-h/holdmeclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLmVh0vQtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B2D1g957l-A/s320/holdmeclose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373610562937635538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1309329192687411408?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1309329192687411408/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1309329192687411408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1309329192687411408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SpLmVh0vQtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B2D1g957l-A/s72-c/holdmeclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5653276046467510814</id><published>2009-08-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:51:36.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je bent mijn vriendin</title><content type='html'>Er is een plek, en daar staat iedereen die ik liefheb. Ik zie vanaf mijn plek allemaal paden. En al mijn dierbaren willen een ander pad bewandelen. We bewandelen ons eigen pad, en soms doorkruisen de paden elkaar, en dan kom ik een dierbare tegen. Even later verlies ik die persoon weer uit het oog. Misschien uren, dagen of jaren. Plots hield een dierbare op met het bewandelen van haar pad. En ik had werkelijk geen idee waar ze was. Ik ging terug naar mijn plek, en daar staat ze nog steeds iedere dag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5653276046467510814?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5653276046467510814/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-bent-mijn-vriendin.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5653276046467510814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5653276046467510814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-bent-mijn-vriendin.html' title='Je bent mijn vriendin'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2531124520194647539</id><published>2009-07-29T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:31:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; he said:</title><content type='html'>I had a dream about you last night&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that you were dead&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I wanted to call&lt;br /&gt;And get it out of my head&lt;br /&gt;But we don't talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;I made sure of that&lt;br /&gt;But I'd give anything to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I would do better if I could go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never told you in all of these years&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave you like I should&lt;br /&gt;I hope you found someone to love you like I tried to&lt;br /&gt;But never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;To get involved with you&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought that you would fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;Got me to thinkin', what the hell am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;But now you seem like you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Like you've moved on with your life&lt;br /&gt;But I'd give anything to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I know I didn't treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2531124520194647539?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2531124520194647539/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-said.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2531124520194647539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2531124520194647539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-said.html' title='&amp; he said:'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8280523022965027027</id><published>2009-07-27T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:18:54.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got you under my skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got you deep in the heart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I try so not to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said to myself this affair, it never will go so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But why should I try to resist when baby, I know damn well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I've got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd sacrifice anything come what might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the sake of having you near, in spite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of a warning voice that comes in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It repeats, repeats in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you know you fool, you never can win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Use your mentality, wake up to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop just before I begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I've got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would sacrifice anything come what might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the sake of having you near, in spite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of a warning voice that comes in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It repeats, how it yells in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you know you fool, ain`t no chance to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why not use your mentality, get up, wake up to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And each time I do, just the thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Makes me stop just before I begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I've got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I like you under my skin         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8280523022965027027?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8280523022965027027/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-you-under-my-skin.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8280523022965027027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8280523022965027027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-you-under-my-skin.html' title='I&apos;ve got you under my skin'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2920977965534987308</id><published>2009-07-27T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:49:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The evil remains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same child that I once was&lt;br /&gt;I left my compassion on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;When I learned the power of ego and confidence,&lt;br /&gt;All to please you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure that you regret it now&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you regret me now&lt;br /&gt;Because I fucking do&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;All my desire and all my innocence burned away&lt;br /&gt;Just the evil remains, just the judgements remain&lt;br /&gt;And here I stand king of the mountain, all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by pain that I brought on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2920977965534987308?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2920977965534987308/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/evil-remains.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2920977965534987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2920977965534987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/evil-remains.html' title='The evil remains'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-404773479367487733</id><published>2009-07-27T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:47:18.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't need to wish that I am all I am not&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't need to always offer you my thoughts, but I do&lt;br /&gt;And I've opened myself up to the wrong and felt that pain&lt;br /&gt;And I've opened myself all up to you and felt the same&lt;br /&gt;Please don't explain, just let me continue dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;You understand what hurts me but I was the one who made that known&lt;br /&gt;And now it seems my time is over and I need some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be affected&lt;br /&gt;By the words of those who know not what they've said?&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer someone I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;But someone I'll regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-404773479367487733?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/404773479367487733/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/404773479367487733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/404773479367487733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2415175793584311</id><published>2009-07-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:20:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waar ik sta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik probeer je te vergeten, maar waar ik ook ben, ik kom je tegen&lt;br /&gt;In m’n gedachte blijf je me achtervolgen, je leeft nog in me&lt;br /&gt;En steeds wanneer ik denk ‘oke nu heb ik jou verbannen'&lt;br /&gt;Krijg ik een smsje ‘lieve schat, ik hou zo van je’&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb een antwoord klaar, twijfel of ik terug zal sturen&lt;br /&gt;Ik vraag mezelf af ‘hoelang gaat deze shit nog duren’&lt;br /&gt;Het slijt met de tijd en ze zeggen dat ik verder kan&lt;br /&gt;Hoe kan ik denken dat ik niet aan jou moet denken dan?&lt;br /&gt;Ik bel je toch weer op om nog een keer je stem te horen&lt;br /&gt;Zeg dat het goed gaat, maar het gaat niet goed, want shit ik ben verloren&lt;br /&gt;Je trekt steeds naar me toe en ik naar jou, wat is dit nou?&lt;br /&gt;Ik kan niet loslaten terwijl ik je niet vast kan houden&lt;br /&gt;Als dit zo doorgaat word ik gek ik moet de knoop doorhakken&lt;br /&gt;Maar denken dat je van me houdt maakt het zo lastig als een motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Moet ik je nooit meer zien? Ik zou het echt niet weten&lt;br /&gt;Maar ik probeer je te vergeten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2415175793584311?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2415175793584311/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/waar-ik-sta.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2415175793584311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2415175793584311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/waar-ik-sta.html' title='Waar ik sta'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-726564503392087733</id><published>2009-07-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:17:56.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking these Polaroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seven A.M. and I wake to find an empty spot where you'd lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I think that its a bad start to this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll use a copy-cat reason for your delay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'll nod my head and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know around ten that you'll finally decide to roll in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and your give me that little wink &amp;amp; small grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'd let it go again but not this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm taking these Polaroids so you'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way it was before you left me for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with each flash comes a sweet, sweet memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that when she does you wrong you think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, I hope that she cheats just like you cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 7 PM and you're calling saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm working late, don't wait up for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say I love you and hang up the phone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's funny how you think that I don't know... but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm taking these Polaroids so you'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way it was before you left me for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with each flash comes a sweet, sweet memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that when she does you wrong you think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, I hope that she cheats just like you cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, you think I'm so clueless &amp;amp; my life would be hopeless without you in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd write a letter with reason of why I'm better without you, but I don't know where to begin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And tomorrow when you come home, your stuff will be stacked and damp with gasoline..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strike 1, strike 2, strike 3 - you're out, hope you don't miss your things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-726564503392087733?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/726564503392087733/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/726564503392087733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/726564503392087733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven.html' title='I&apos;m taking these Polaroids'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2132626034902327017</id><published>2009-07-26T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:01:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SmzSJJdL9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/VgCxb8_uJ74/s1600-h/Hang+in+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892310890411522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SmzSJJdL9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/VgCxb8_uJ74/s320/Hang+in+there.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2132626034902327017?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2132626034902327017/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2132626034902327017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2132626034902327017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Hang in there'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SmzSJJdL9gI/AAAAAAAAACI/VgCxb8_uJ74/s72-c/Hang+in+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5163007544952926443</id><published>2009-07-26T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:55:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. In Devon, Texas, it is against the law to make furniture while you are nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In Oklahoma, you can be arrested for making ugly faces at a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In South Carolina it is legal to beat your wife on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socyberty.com/Law/25-Crazy-Laws-From-Around-the-World.38998" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;court house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; steps&lt;br /&gt;on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socyberty.com/Law/25-Crazy-Laws-From-Around-the-World.38998" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the penalty for jumping off a building is: Death. ( Go figure...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In Pennsylvania, it's against the law to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socyberty.com/Law/25-Crazy-Laws-From-Around-the-World.38998" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a dollar bill on a string on the&lt;br /&gt;ground and pull it away when someone tries to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In California it is illegal to set a mouse trap without a hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In France, it is against the law to sell an "E.T" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socyberty.com/Law/25-Crazy-Laws-From-Around-the-World.38998" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. They have a law&lt;br /&gt;forbidding the sale of dolls that do not have human faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In Athens, Greece, a driver's license can be taken away if the driver is&lt;br /&gt;thought to be either "poorly dressed" or "unbathed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In the state of Washington, it is illegal to have sex with a virgin under&lt;br /&gt;any circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In Florida, it is illegal to fart in a public place after 6 P.M. on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. In Massachusetts, it is illegal to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socyberty.com/Law/25-Crazy-Laws-From-Around-the-World.38998" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; without first having a bath.&lt;br /&gt;(However, another law prohibits bathing on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In Samoa, it's a crime to forget your own wife's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. In Salt Lake Country, Utah, it’s illegal to walk down the street carrying a violin in a paper bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5163007544952926443?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5163007544952926443/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5163007544952926443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5163007544952926443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-laws.html' title='Crazy laws'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-274835798618315685</id><published>2009-07-26T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:44:37.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she calls him early because she knows he’ll be asleep. she leaves a message after the beep. she says she’s better now but she’s still incomplete. she’s trying hard to make her voice sound soft and sweet.a couple hours pass until he picks up the phone. he wasn’t ready for the shock. he holds his breath, now he plays the message twice and then the dull tone reminds him that she’s not around. its a lonely sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-274835798618315685?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/274835798618315685/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/she.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/274835798618315685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/274835798618315685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2671425187351867074</id><published>2009-07-26T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:43:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been lots of cars in my driveway and lots of boys on my couch. I’ve toyed with bad boys, momma’s boys &amp;amp;&amp;amp; country boys. I’ve been broken by a few and broken a few myself. I’ve never said " I love you," and I’ve never had the need. I’ve been the rebound, the challenge, the fallback, and the girlfriend. I’ve been the mistake, and the correction. One day someone will love me for what I’ve been and what I am, where I’ve been and where I am. One day. Someone will love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2671425187351867074?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2671425187351867074/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2671425187351867074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2671425187351867074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5363178661806311553</id><published>2009-07-26T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:30:15.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SmzKzoBPH7I/AAAAAAAAACA/UlYkSRnwQQo/s1600-h/Why_Should_I_Cry_For_You__by_artistm0nk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing me a song, tell me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The things you're dealing with lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't understand how you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing to me lies, let them linger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside of me, give me a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To stay with you, just let me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can run away faster than ever before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5121464586123196714?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5121464586123196714/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-and-lovesick.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5121464586123196714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5121464586123196714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-and-lovesick.html' title='drunk and lovesick'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5867568499287857488</id><published>2009-07-22T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:35:28.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let u wel even op?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sma7Ebm-m9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPJtm_zwrrI/s1600-h/19363966_e32996784d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sma7Ebm-m9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPJtm_zwrrI/s320/19363966_e32996784d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361178091236269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God roept u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5867568499287857488?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5867568499287857488/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-u-wel-even-op.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5867568499287857488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5867568499287857488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-u-wel-even-op.html' title='Let u wel even op?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sma7Ebm-m9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPJtm_zwrrI/s72-c/19363966_e32996784d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-745513567107683518</id><published>2009-07-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:58:28.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jij</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze hebben me geleerd u te zeggen.&lt;br /&gt;Ze hebben me geleerd dat er niks groter is in het universum.&lt;br /&gt;Ik volgde blind was nog maar een kind&lt;br /&gt;Speelde met vuur, en z’n vingers brandde aan de lucifers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik wil nu niet vechten, wil je niet langer vast keten&lt;br /&gt;aan wat geschreven is met miljoenen verzen.&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet dat ik je evenbeeld ben.&lt;br /&gt;En als ik even stil ben,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan weet ik dat we noch verleden, noch toekomst delen.&lt;br /&gt;Noch leegte, noch eeuwige groene velden.&lt;br /&gt;We moeten verder, want we kunnen het niet terug draaien.&lt;br /&gt;En als het wel kon weet ik niet of ik het wel zou willen terug draaien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bart van Oosten ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-745513567107683518?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/745513567107683518/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/jij.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/745513567107683518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/745513567107683518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/jij.html' title='Jij'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4174863906856037147</id><published>2009-07-21T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:07:05.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I know about him:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he always eats gum. And if he takes two pieces, it means  he is going to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's been hurt before. Big time. And I'm not letting anyone do that to him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he can be really sweet and caring, but he decides to play an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's that guy I'd be stupid to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, but I can't recist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deep inside he is a cute, little boy who's just looking for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm absolutely crazy about this guy and I'm about to proof him that I'm not like his backstabbing, controlling ex-girlfriend and that I can be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4174863906856037147?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4174863906856037147/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-know-about-him.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4174863906856037147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4174863906856037147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The asshole,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; the cheater, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;the guy who breaks your heart&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over again and still loving him,&lt;br /&gt;and not being able to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1657854332641638480?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1657854332641638480/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-just-say-one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Één sterke vreugdelijn door heel je leven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Van vroeg tot laat, altijd je trouw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waarop je steunen kunt én geven;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dat is mijn wens voor jou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liefs van Ayka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7744244161359683171?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7744244161359683171/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1316808934015522510</id><published>2009-07-14T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:13:11.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ask&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them we both just moved on&lt;br /&gt;When people all stare&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see you I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it over yet?&lt;br /&gt;Can I open my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Is this as hard as it gets?&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it feels like to really cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them we just grew apart&lt;br /&gt;What do I care if they believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel your memory is breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend I'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1316808934015522510?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1316808934015522510/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1316808934015522510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1316808934015522510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-3313286482022056085</id><published>2009-07-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:30:34.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor esta en el aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SlpkACJi5EI/AAAAAAAAABw/nKVZuTiisFs/s1600-h/El+amor+esta+en+el+aire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357704658450310210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SlpkACJi5EI/AAAAAAAAABw/nKVZuTiisFs/s320/El+amor+esta+en+el+aire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-3313286482022056085?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3313286482022056085/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-amor-esta-en-el-aire.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3313286482022056085'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1093572570621345379</id><published>2009-07-12T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:22:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( a girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy: No this is fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy: Then tell me u love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl: Fine, I love u. Slow down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Girl hugs him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off &amp;amp; put it on? Its buggin me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the paper the next day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. 2 people were on it but only 1 survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1093572570621345379?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1093572570621345379/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1093572570621345379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1093572570621345379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is.html' title='Love is..'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8249414070085367081</id><published>2009-07-10T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:36:55.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zelfportret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SlemVsKrnFI/AAAAAAAAABo/cDfW4NCmvbY/s1600-h/Isaac_about_to_cry_by_justeyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356933173343919186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SlemVsKrnFI/AAAAAAAAABo/cDfW4NCmvbY/s320/Isaac_about_to_cry_by_justeyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8249414070085367081?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8249414070085367081/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/zelfportret.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8249414070085367081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8249414070085367081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/zelfportret.html' title='Zelfportret'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SlemVsKrnFI/AAAAAAAAABo/cDfW4NCmvbY/s72-c/Isaac_about_to_cry_by_justeyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2698591509781276058</id><published>2009-07-09T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:10:50.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk &amp; Coockies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/xprettiestxwreckx#play/all/favorites-all/0/DofI4CjFeaY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and I guarentee you will laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2698591509781276058?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2698591509781276058/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/milk-coockies.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2698591509781276058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2698591509781276058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/milk-coockies.html' title='Milk &amp; Coockies'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4964211506948807760</id><published>2009-07-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:41:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVNTdWbVBgc"&gt;Klik hier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4964211506948807760?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4964211506948807760/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4964211506948807760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4964211506948807760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-amazing.html' title='This is amazing'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1910783117116585072</id><published>2009-07-08T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:00:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God damn it, you've got to be kind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;xxx Char&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1910783117116585072?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1910783117116585072/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1910783117116585072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1910783117116585072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-babies.html' title='Hello babies'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8402071672141239170</id><published>2009-07-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:51:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a whale..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...I'd eat boats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8402071672141239170?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8402071672141239170/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-whale.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8402071672141239170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8402071672141239170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-whale.html' title='If I were a whale..'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-792367142402925249</id><published>2009-07-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:50:46.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i cant make you love me if you don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just poured my heart out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's bits of it on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i take whats left of it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rinse it under cold water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and call him up for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Baby, yes I feel stupid to call you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'm lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't think you meant it when you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you couldn't love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought maybe that if I kissed the way you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then you'd feel it too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-792367142402925249?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/792367142402925249/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/cause-i-cant-make-you-love-me-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/792367142402925249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/792367142402925249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/cause-i-cant-make-you-love-me-if-you.html' title='Cause i cant make you love me if you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5770448662330854645</id><published>2009-07-05T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:37:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guus Meeuwis - Haven in zicht</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Je laat mijn handen los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en slaat je ogen neer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;je spreekt het vonnis langzaam uit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;je wilt niet meer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ik zou iets willen zeggen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maar ik mis gewoon de kracht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nu je ogen niet meer blauw zijn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maar zo donker als de nacht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En ineens is het voorbij &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en is er geen later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en ineens is het geen storm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in een glas water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maar een somber weerbericht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en het anker wordt gelicht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jij drijft weg met de haven in zicht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ineens woedt er orkaankracht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;op de open zee we dansen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;als een speelbal op de golven mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ik zou je willen redden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maar de zee heeft overmacht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en ik zie je verder drijven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;als een schip in de nacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En ineens is het voorbij&lt;br /&gt;en is er geen later&lt;br /&gt;en ineens is het geen storm&lt;br /&gt;in een glas water&lt;br /&gt;maar een somber weerbericht&lt;br /&gt;en het anker wordt gelicht&lt;br /&gt;jij drijft weg met de haven in zicht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5770448662330854645?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5770448662330854645/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/guus-meeuwis-haven-in-zicht.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5770448662330854645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&amp;amp; I don't want to hurt no more. I don't want to love anymore especially if it causes this. I don't want no part of it because it hurts me so bad. Even when it's sunny outside it still feels like it's raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I come in here and I sit in silence and hear the echoes of who we used to be. And so I wish for patience, grace and strenght to just let him be happy. Mostly I pray for the strenght to not make his life worse because of what I want. That's the toughest part, letting go. That's the part of grace that really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4044744869353526096?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4044744869353526096/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-life-everyone-thinks-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4044744869353526096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4044744869353526096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-life-everyone-thinks-i-have.html' title='I want the life everyone thinks I have'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7655825121270695172</id><published>2009-06-27T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:01:04.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friday nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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nights'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2798121067709048139</id><published>2009-06-27T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:59:07.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mickey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to face the truth that no one could ever look at me like you do, like i'm something worth holding onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we both got someone else now &amp;amp; I hope you look at her like the way you used to look at me. &amp;amp; I wish he would look at me the way you used to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2798121067709048139?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2798121067709048139/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-mickey.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2798121067709048139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2798121067709048139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-mickey.html' title='For Mickey'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2337953518702884802</id><published>2009-06-25T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:03:58.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man who lives in the shadow of my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "how sad"&lt;br /&gt;You say "poor thing"&lt;br /&gt;But when its you its something else&lt;br /&gt;Its everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never believe the nightmares&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the pain you caused&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see the scars you left&lt;br /&gt;The things you stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my body, tore it in half&lt;br /&gt;You took my childhood my heart and my laugh&lt;br /&gt;You took everything I kept for myself&lt;br /&gt;And then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Im not your poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2337953518702884802?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2337953518702884802/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-man-who-lives-in-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2337953518702884802'/><link rel='self' 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style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onder de grond,&lt;br /&gt;onder de grond,&lt;br /&gt;daar woont een mol&lt;br /&gt;met een jasje van bont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij graaft een gang,&lt;br /&gt;tien meter lang,&lt;br /&gt;zand op z’n kop&lt;br /&gt;en zand op z’n wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molletje kan bijna niet zien.&lt;br /&gt;Is dat soms gevaarlijk misschien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molletje, straks stoot je je kop.&lt;br /&gt;Zet dus voortaan een brilletje op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you don't like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-3324400514408596980?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1154348921549713616</id><published>2009-06-24T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:36:19.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SkIrx4z-NmI/AAAAAAAAABg/ualhKMQFaqw/s1600-h/Holding_Hands_by_cheruppi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SkIrx4z-NmI/AAAAAAAAABg/ualhKMQFaqw/s320/Holding_Hands_by_cheruppi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350887443333527138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1154348921549713616?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1154348921549713616/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1154348921549713616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1154348921549713616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SkIrx4z-NmI/AAAAAAAAABg/ualhKMQFaqw/s72-c/Holding_Hands_by_cheruppi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7838593196433518670</id><published>2009-06-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:08:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what exactly happened in your past. But from what I do know..I think this song fits your life perfectly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie Pickler - I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you're out there somewhere thinkin' about me.&lt;br /&gt;And would you even recognize,&lt;br /&gt;The woman that your little girl has grown up to be.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I look in the mirror and all I see,&lt;br /&gt;Are your brown eyes looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;They're the only thing you ever gave to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hear the weather's nice in California.&lt;br /&gt;There's sunny skies as far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come back home to Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you'd say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how it ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;That you weren't there to braid my hair like mothers do.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't around to cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;Help me dress for my high school prom like mothers do.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I didn't need you here.&lt;br /&gt;To hold my hand, to dry my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Did you even miss me through the years at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hear the weather's nice in California.&lt;br /&gt;There's sunny skies as far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come back home to Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you'd say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;But its so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;When you've been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hear the weather's nice in California.&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you're wondering about me.&lt;br /&gt;From now on I won't be in Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Your little girl is off to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7838593196433518670?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4354077615834981625</id><published>2009-06-21T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:21:26.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I said "I wanna come back home".&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I cried and said "I think I finally learned my lesson"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired a-spendin' all my time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I realised you're all I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And it's killin' me to be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me that you loved me too and would we cry together?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you simply laugh at me and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so, oh I told you so&lt;br /&gt;I told you some day you come crawling back and asking me to take you in&lt;br /&gt;I told you so, but you had to go&lt;br /&gt;Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4354077615834981625?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4354077615834981625/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4354077615834981625'/><link rel='self' 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scared of the what-ifs that they forget what-is. They spend so much time thinking, 'what if i get hurt?' and 'what if it doesn't work out?' that they stop thinking about things that are already real. They forget the feeling they get when the person they love walks into the room and the excitement that rushes through them when the phone rings cause it might be the person they are waiting to hear from. Never let the fear of what-if stop you from letting yourself take a chance on love...because what if this is the person you're destined to spend the rest of your life with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4337808894784867882?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4337808894784867882/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He'll never fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He tells a joke, I fake a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know all his favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I could tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His favorite color's green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He loves to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born on the seventeenth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His sister's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has his father's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you ask me if I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He looks around the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shouldn't a light go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he sees everything black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He'd never tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he can play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think he can see through everything but my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First thought when I wake up is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My God, he's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I put on my make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And pray for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I could tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His favorite color's green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he loves to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His sister's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has his father's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you ask me if I love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you ask me if I love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1818798622878839973?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1818798622878839973/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1683695042711875335</id><published>2009-06-16T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:31:05.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"She's great. I mean she's...she's smart. She's beautiful. She's funny. She's a big ol' scaredy cat. If you creep up behind her she'll jump out of her skin. It's pretty amusing. Um, she's honest. She always calls them just like she sees them. You can always count on getting the truth from Char even if the truth hurts. She's stubborn. We fight a lot. She can be so frustrating sometimes. But she's a really, really good friend. And loyal to a fault, she's...she believes in me. And I'm a dreamer so I mean, it's so good to have somebody like that in my life. God, if she goes away I don't know what I'm going to do. I mean she's...she's my best friend, you know? She's... she's more than that ...she's everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1683695042711875335?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1683695042711875335/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1683695042711875335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1683695042711875335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-darling.html' title='Thank you darling'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-3300675146504842322</id><published>2009-06-12T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:37:55.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever looked fear in the face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And said I just don’t care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You’re whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s only half past the point of oblivion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hourglass on the table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The walk before the run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The breath before the kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the fear before the flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There you are, sitting in the garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clutching my coffee, Calling me sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You called me sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wished for an endless night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ever get better than tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-3300675146504842322?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3300675146504842322/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/glitter-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3300675146504842322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3300675146504842322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/glitter-in-air.html' title='Glitter in the air'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-6454429260834187181</id><published>2009-06-10T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:55:01.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every little piece love, don't you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're really gonna be someone, ask anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you find everything you looked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope your life leads you back to my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh but if it don't, stay beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-6454429260834187181?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4657878076975552391</id><published>2009-06-10T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:22:06.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you I want?&lt;br /&gt;Or just the notion&lt;br /&gt;of a heart to wrap around&lt;br /&gt;so I can find my way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4657878076975552391?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4657878076975552391/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-r.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4657878076975552391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4657878076975552391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-r.html' title='For R'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5205652799153651384</id><published>2009-06-10T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:26:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...please don't stop dreaming about the 'taste' of a 'magnum'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5205652799153651384?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5205652799153651384/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-tessa.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5205652799153651384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5205652799153651384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-tessa.html' title='For Tessa'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-249441113789268332</id><published>2009-06-10T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:16:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my lovely brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;But those drugs you got won't make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-249441113789268332?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/249441113789268332/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-lovely-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/249441113789268332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/249441113789268332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-lovely-brother.html' title='For my lovely brother'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2584957769204192222</id><published>2009-06-10T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:03:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind it. I don't mind at all. It's like you're the swing set and I'm the kid that falls.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the way we fight, the times I cried. We come to blows and&lt;i&gt; every night the passion's there&lt;br /&gt;so it's got to be right, right? &lt;/i&gt;No, I don't believe you when you say, "Don't come around here anymore." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't remind you that you said we wouldn't be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No, I don't believe you when you say you don't need me anymore, so don't pretend to not love me at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind it. I still don't mind it at all. &lt;i&gt;It's like one of those bad dreams when you can't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It looks like you've given up, you've had enough, but I want more. &lt;i&gt;No, I won't stop because I just know you'll come around. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2584957769204192222?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2584957769204192222/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/right.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2584957769204192222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2584957769204192222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/right.html' title='Right?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1729383538514583326</id><published>2009-06-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:57:12.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a total constant. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know?&lt;/span&gt; Because a song can take you back instantly to a &lt;u&gt;moment, or a place, or even a person.&lt;/u&gt; No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1729383538514583326?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1729383538514583326/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1729383538514583326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1729383538514583326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1282110873037752681</id><published>2009-06-08T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:40:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizcgrwIREI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8u9jLj1mPY/s1600-h/lovetoomuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344889311840453698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizcgrwIREI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8u9jLj1mPY/s320/lovetoomuch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1282110873037752681?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1282110873037752681/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1282110873037752681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1282110873037752681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizcgrwIREI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8u9jLj1mPY/s72-c/lovetoomuch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1589584166358975433</id><published>2009-06-08T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:29:11.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to install love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello … how can I help you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, after much consideration, I’ve decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I’m not very technical, but I think I’m ready. What do I do first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; What programs are running ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Let’s see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Oops! I have an error message already. It says, “Error - Program not run on external components.” What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; So, what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Now, copy them to the “My Heart” directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1589584166358975433?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1589584166358975433/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-install-love.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1589584166358975433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1589584166358975433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-install-love.html' title='How to install love'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-733934850921411413</id><published>2009-06-08T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:50:49.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizQ3dmOe5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLAGI_aK0iU/s1600-h/z193375403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344876509038279570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizQ3dmOe5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLAGI_aK0iU/s320/z193375403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-733934850921411413?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/733934850921411413/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/733934850921411413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/733934850921411413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true!'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SizQ3dmOe5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLAGI_aK0iU/s72-c/z193375403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8946088394488351365</id><published>2009-06-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:59:55.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I only want his body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted him for his body? What if I only wanted to greet him in the morning with my lips and tell him goodnight the same way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted wanted to hold his hand as tightly as possible, have his grip in my own and wrap him in my arms. Touch his every corner and curve and tease him until he touched me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted his eyes to pierce deeply into my soul and read my mind. Connect with my own eyes and have a private conversation in a code only he can understand. With each passing glance he would know exactly how I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted him for his feet? To walk with me during the hard times and kick away the crap that plagued my being. To stamp down with authority in his own opinions and get a running start surprising me by taking the initiative to jump at any moment he sees fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted him for his chest? Something I could lay my head on and listen to the measure of his heart, and how much of it beats for me when I'm near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I only wanted him for his backside. Something to sneak up on and wrap my arms around for nothing but the simple pleasure of feeling him against me. Just a subtle way to remind him that through everything "I've got his back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, whats wrong if I only wanted him for his body? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8946088394488351365?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8946088394488351365/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-only-want-his-body.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8946088394488351365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8946088394488351365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-only-want-his-body.html' title='I only want his body'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8607004190798942600</id><published>2009-06-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:04:03.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Growing up back it had it perks. We watched great television and learned how computers worked. But before you dismiss us as a shallow sugary cereal generation, take a look at our life education: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou may have seen your president get shot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we see brutal violence in our school parking lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You came out of Vietnam with a few heroes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there were a lot of deaths at Ground Zero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were judged by your color and race, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but that was before school shooting took place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So life may have been tough back in 1967, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but was it worse than seeing what happened on 9/11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was the media pumping you with fear all the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harvard was a famous school not Columbine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You fought battles overseas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we fight ones with ourselves daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So next time you think you're traumatized and real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll be in the badroom throwing up our meals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8607004190798942600?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8607004190798942600/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8607004190798942600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/8607004190798942600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-worse.html' title='What was worse?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7175306237249430820</id><published>2009-06-04T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:56:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanneer een ander potentiële liefde dichterbij komt, neem ik afstand, al laat ik hem niet zo dichtbij komen dan 'hij' mij toeliet. Ik ben bang om weer gekwetst te worden en bang om de liefde weer voorzichtig aan te mogen raken die me vervolgens weer afgenomen zal worden. 'Hij' en de liefde houden mij nog steeds in de houtgreep als een heftig judogevecht, waarbij de een los wil komen en de ander dit niet toestaat. Ik zal dit figuurlijke gevecht winnen, want ik wil dat de liefde weer in mijn leven wordt toegelaten en ik hier volop met heel mijn hart en ziel van kan genieten! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-7175306237249430820?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7175306237249430820/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/dus.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7175306237249430820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/7175306237249430820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/dus.html' title='Dus...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1282390051615342091</id><published>2009-06-04T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:53:03.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo &amp; Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that I dont understand about them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two met for a few minutes, started getting it on a few hours later on a balcony. They married 3 days later. 3 days! Keep in mind they hardly spoke then. Got married, did the big deed, and long story short - they died. They were lust. I bet Juliet didn´t even known Romeo´s favorite color, much less his birthday. I dont want a relationship like that. I want one where I know everything about him. That is more important than looks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1282390051615342091?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1282390051615342091/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/romeo-juliet.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1282390051615342091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1282390051615342091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/romeo-juliet.html' title='Romeo &amp; Juliet'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1494379279910945101</id><published>2009-06-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:51:22.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I just miss that boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who held my hand walking down the street; who's arms I laid in &amp;amp; never wanted to go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who I talked to for hours &amp;amp; told pointless stories to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who knew everything about me &amp;amp; liked me anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who knew exactly what I was saying even if I didn't, &amp;amp; helped me when I had no clue what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who showed me what love was &amp;amp; what it was like to need someone there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one who could only make me cry &amp;amp; hurt me like no other guy could. Those eyes that said everything, that sense of sarcasm that was always there; the way even he couldn't stop from falling in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That even though we fought constantly &amp;amp; couldn't stand each other, we couldn't leave each other's side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something is still there; something that never left me the day that boy broke my heart in two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something like your first love that wasn't ready to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that makes your stomach flip at the brush of a hand or arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that makes it so much harder to know that he's not yours anymore, but hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that makes you want to hide away &amp;amp; cry all those tears, because suddenly all of those memories come back &amp;amp; it almost hurts worse to know that it's all out of control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you just miss everything about that boy that isn't ever coming back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1494379279910945101?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1494379279910945101/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-love.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1494379279910945101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1494379279910945101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-love.html' title='Stupid Love'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1202067769139882691</id><published>2009-06-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:47:52.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop leaving me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do love you. Don't you see? Don't you understand? You're the love of my life. I can't leave you. But you're constantly leaving me! You walk away when you want, you come back when you want! You stand by your friends. But you leave me! So I'm asking you, If you don't see a future for us, if you're not in this, Please - please, just end it because I can't, I'm in it. Put me out of my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1202067769139882691?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1202067769139882691/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-leaving-me.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1202067769139882691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1202067769139882691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-leaving-me.html' title='Stop leaving me'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8813776307396150050</id><published>2009-06-03T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:25:56.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;That face of an angel comes out&lt;br /&gt;Just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;As I pace back and forth all this time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, The days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was naíve,&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I never really had a chance,&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not your princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't our fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find someone, someday&lt;br /&gt;Who might actually treat me well.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big world,&lt;br /&gt;That was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rear view mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing now.&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late for you and your White Horse&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8813776307396150050?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2047259211683725993</id><published>2009-05-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:31:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold a true friend with both your hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mijn liefste vriendinnetje Marjon. Wat mis ik haar toch. Maar daar wil ik wel meteen even bij zeggen dat ik het super moedig, en stoer vind dat zij haar droom achtervolgt. Ook al staat zij er soms alleen voor. En ook al is ze heeeeeel ver weg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meisje, ik zou willen dat er woorden waren die kunnen omschrijven hoe belangrijk jouw vriendschap is voor mij. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Je hebt al veel  meegemaakt. Je hebt pijn gevoeld waarvan ik hoopte dat jou dat bespaard was gebleven. En ook al had je het moeilijk, je stond/staat altijd voor mij klaar. En ik hoop dat je weet dat je ook altijd op mij kunt rekenen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jij vertelt mij altijd eerlijk hoe jij dingen ziet. Als ik ergens een probleem om maak, durf je rustig te zeggen dat ik me aanstel. I love it! &amp;amp; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"We have been friends togetherIn sunshine and in shade."~Caroline Sheridan Norton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2047259211683725993?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2047259211683725993/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2047259211683725993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2047259211683725993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html' title='Hold a true friend with both your hands'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1275993221228892556</id><published>2009-05-26T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:06:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1275993221228892556?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1275993221228892556/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1275993221228892556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1275993221228892556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5198075350909143085</id><published>2009-05-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:19:33.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voor Stacey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;If I could take this knife out of my back,&lt;br /&gt;I would, I would&lt;br /&gt;But between the loss of blood&lt;br /&gt;And the loss of my trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it'd do any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stacey'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-8019083033328094997</id><published>2009-04-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:14:06.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-8019083033328094997?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1864740492817899841</id><published>2009-04-10T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:39:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sd8wAcfyKRI/AAAAAAAAABI/S0JX5tNpx7o/s1600-h/Easter_Bunny_by_careko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sd8wAcfyKRI/AAAAAAAAABI/S0JX5tNpx7o/s320/Easter_Bunny_by_careko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026068782852370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Easter'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sd8wAcfyKRI/AAAAAAAAABI/S0JX5tNpx7o/s72-c/Easter_Bunny_by_careko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1959386083191149510</id><published>2009-04-07T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:28:34.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero of war</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said "Son, have you seen the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, what would you say if I said that you could? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just carry this gun and you'll even get paid." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said "That sounds pretty good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black leather boots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spit-shined so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They cut off my hair but it looked alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We marched and we sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all became friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As we learned how to fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hero of war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's what I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll be damn proud of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll carry this flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the grave if I must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it's a flag that I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a flag that I trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kicked in the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I yelled my commands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The children, they cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I got my man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took him away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bag over his face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From his family and his friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They took off his clothes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They pissed in his hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told them to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then I joined in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We beat him with guns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And batons not just once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But again and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hero of war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's what I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll be damn proud of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll carry this flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the grave if I must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it's a flag that I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a flag that I trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She walked through bullets and haze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked her to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I begged her to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she pressed on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I lifted my gun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I fired away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The shells jumped through the smoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And into the sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the blood now had soaked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She collapsed with a flag in her hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A flag white as snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hero of war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that what they see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just medals and scars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So damn proud of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I brought home that flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it gathers dust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's a flag that I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the only flag I trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said, "Son, have you seen the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well what would you say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I said that you could?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1959386083191149510?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4209560955267612082</id><published>2009-03-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:22:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back on drugs again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Voor jou, big brother - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's back on drugs again&lt;br /&gt;Even though he knows it ain't right&lt;br /&gt;He can't even call up his friends&lt;br /&gt;And say "help me save my life"&lt;br /&gt;He's so ashamed of himself that he's&lt;br /&gt;Come full circle&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands what it's like to&lt;br /&gt;Be this boy&lt;br /&gt;So he disappeared, and he&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't clear, and he&lt;br /&gt;Didnt say where he was going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save his life, won't you help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the woman of his dreams&lt;br /&gt;And some success&lt;br /&gt;And he was so happy, and looking well&lt;br /&gt;It was this one dark night, that he&lt;br /&gt;Slipped&lt;br /&gt;And then the next morning that he&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;So he's hanging out, and he's&lt;br /&gt;With the crowd, and he's&lt;br /&gt;Travelin' where the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's a real good girl and she&lt;br /&gt;Wants to save him 'cause she's&lt;br /&gt;More than been there all before&lt;br /&gt;And he's so confused and her heart&lt;br /&gt;Is breaking and she&lt;br /&gt;Dreams he's knockin' on her door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4209560955267612082?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4209560955267612082/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-back-on-drugs-again.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4209560955267612082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4209560955267612082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-back-on-drugs-again.html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one who loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1980414868656734864?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1980414868656734864/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-question.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1980414868656734864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that you know is meant to be but due to unexpected circumstances and misunderstandings becomes someone you knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or when you can walk right past someone that at one part of your life was a big part of your life...And how you used to be able to talk to them for hours about the little nothings in life...and now you can barely look at them and they at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all you have left is that aching feeling in your soul&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1566945191723208469?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5349557447024166553</id><published>2009-03-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:44:49.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sa2xHuMhpxI/AAAAAAAAABA/1zIwYj6_guQ/s1600-h/Nlsjf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309094281957451538" style="width: 320px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sa2xHuMhpxI/AAAAAAAAABA/1zIwYj6_guQ/s320/Nlsjf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='You'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/Sa2xHuMhpxI/AAAAAAAAABA/1zIwYj6_guQ/s72-c/Nlsjf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-1722766092657145534</id><published>2009-03-03T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:30:45.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I see myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm always that one girl who never gets the guy. Always losing. But putting up a good fight. Afterwards thinking "Damn, you sunk my battleship!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone thinks I'm indestructible. The girl who never flinches, the girl who always has a smile on her face, the girl who's gone through nothing, the girl who has no scars. And I don't want to live behind a wall of laughter and smiles anymore. I want people to understand me, I want people to understand how hard it is to deal with all this crap and still be expected to be happy. Why can everyone else just fall apart, while I have to keep it all together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always fall for that one guy who is so out of reach but still close enough to make it hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-1722766092657145534?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1722766092657145534/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-see-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1722766092657145534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/1722766092657145534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-see-myself.html' title='How I see myself...'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-3495416606130721538</id><published>2009-03-03T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:32:04.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is that I love jerks. I'm a magnet for them. As long as they're good at lying and tells a good story. As long as they flirt way too much with no intention of ever caring about me. As long as they run like hell the minute I need them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the girl assholes love to leave. Yeah, I think that's what wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-3495416606130721538?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3495416606130721538/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3495416606130721538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/3495416606130721538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-problem.html' title='My problem'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-5841415805408074213</id><published>2009-03-03T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:31:44.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was almost as if you disappeared, wasn't it? Say the magic words and "Tada!" you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now what are the magic words to bring you back? Cos..well..I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you were just one of those people who were supposed to walk into my life, teach me a lesson, then walk out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-5841415805408074213?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5841415805408074213/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-c.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5841415805408074213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/5841415805408074213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-c.html' title='For C.'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2700649458872513376</id><published>2009-03-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:37:01.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll cry if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2700649458872513376?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2700649458872513376/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-party.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2700649458872513376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2700649458872513376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s my party'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-7568579425118305577</id><published>2009-02-27T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:07:41.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regen is kut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De douche is lief :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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kut..'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4113583638256758628</id><published>2009-02-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:26:39.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned this past year. I've changed, I've grown. Maybe things do happen  for a reason, maybe they don't. But no matter what, they still happen. That's  what we need to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to stop analyzing things, to just let them  happen. And if I get hurt, or if something bad happens, then it happens. There's  nothing I can do to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to go with my gut, and that it's  okay to make mistakes because the ones that matter won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that  love really is as great as they say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that your friends can  save you from your worst enemy: yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you  did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And most importantly, I've learned  that today is all we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4113583638256758628?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4113583638256758628/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4113583638256758628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4113583638256758628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-2000529662016758903</id><published>2009-02-21T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:19:31.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to know what happiness is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so you dont wake them. You turn back around and a smile forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-2000529662016758903?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2000529662016758903/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-want-to-know-what-happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2000529662016758903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/2000529662016758903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-want-to-know-what-happiness-is.html' title='You want to know what happiness is?'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547737346585599489.post-4130543516279412987</id><published>2009-02-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:28:28.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547737346585599489-4130543516279412987?l=littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4130543516279412987/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4130543516279412987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547737346585599489/posts/default/4130543516279412987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirl-bigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11963516790787404589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP0OaxVU9fQ/SY87752wUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjbmYW-NiHk/S220/SANY0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
