<?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-4772169160140563154</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:47:03.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little pieces of me;</title><subtitle type='html'>here and there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4295170543945660541</id><published>2010-01-29T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:32:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because he brings meaning to every quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp; Nicholas Sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;-- When Harry met Sally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-- City of Angels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0wUvOSfXfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-GJX6lV7430/s1600-h/DSCN0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0wUvOSfXfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-GJX6lV7430/s400/DSCN0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"He's the bread to my butter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-- Julie and Julia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4295170543945660541?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4295170543945660541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4295170543945660541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4295170543945660541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4295170543945660541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-he-brings-meaning-to-every.html' title='because he brings meaning to every quote.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0wUvOSfXfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-GJX6lV7430/s72-c/DSCN0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2474213032463400923</id><published>2010-01-24T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:22:30.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1yMxiAHcjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XGv3tAeW0w4/s1600-h/Happy_101_Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1yMxiAHcjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XGv3tAeW0w4/s200/Happy_101_Award.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;special thanks to Vicky -- an aspiring writer with lots of talent -- for my happy blog award !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have my own couple of blogs that make me happy when I read the writers posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreambigchild.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1.Victoria S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayleys-hollow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2.Hayley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frankiediane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3.Frankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadehearsvoices.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4.Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agricultureloverandwriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;5.Bethany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations on the award guys, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now I get to name 10 things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1. My family for always being there for me, especially when im sick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. My best friend whose always there when I need a shoulder to cry on, Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3. My boyfriend who reminds me everyday how beautiful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Susy-- my pink laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5. The books that actually mean something to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the ones that give me a meaningful message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6. The movies that make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7. My two other boyfriends, Ben&amp;amp;Jerry; half baked flavor ice cream &amp;lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Music that touches my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" I believe that there is a song for every feeling, every situation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;anything that your going through." - Isuet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;9. My mother in law, I think she loves me more than my boyfriend hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10. My students from work, even when things arent going okay in my personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;life, as soon as I get to work they make me laugh and forget about my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for reading ! BTW The last song is going pretty good so far, it has alot going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But I gotta keep going, gotta find out whats going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1yOiLJkHmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fbUYx0GB49g/s1600-h/lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1yOiLJkHmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fbUYx0GB49g/s320/lights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;“As we drive along this road called life&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt; occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;And when that happens,&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda,&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;buckle up and just keep going.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;-- Sex and the city; SJP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2474213032463400923?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2474213032463400923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2474213032463400923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2474213032463400923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2474213032463400923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/award.html' title='Award (:'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1yMxiAHcjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XGv3tAeW0w4/s72-c/Happy_101_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-7052132068308673667</id><published>2010-01-16T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:31:18.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Its official im on a Nicholas Sparks rampage. I just finished reading Dear John, and im an emotional wreck. The book is amazing. I read all day and night yesterday. I cant explain how inspiring this book was. It taught me that love is such a strong feeling. That it can last a lifetime. That no matter what happens we'll never stop loving. That when you truly love someone, you just want that person to be happy. Even if it means that that person isn't meant to be with you. Of course, its going to kill you from the inside out. And yes, you'll cry your eyes out asking yourself what you did wrong, but at the end of the day you have to be strong and focus on finding yourself something else that makes you happy. For me it all happened in one day, I shared a very special moment with my father and we hugged -- something we haven't done since i was a little girl -- and I think it was much needed on a day like yesterday when we both needed someone to care about us. Just someone to say its okay, everything is going to be fine. The worst part was that after this moment passed all I wanted to do was speak to the one person in the world that doesn't want anything to do with me. That was hard. That's never happened to me before and it was hard to hold my emotions in, but as always my mother is always there and of course my best friend in the world. Both did everything possible to comfort me with the hell of a day I had. Anyways, sorry Im rambling on about stuff you probably don't want to hear, but it just keeps coming out. So I've decided to read The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks also. And the movie comes out in April of this year. I can't wait. Once again thank you Hayley from The writer's Hollow. You have no idea how much this book meant to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For those of you who haven't seen the trailer of The Last Song, click on the link below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;trust me, Im sure that its going to be another amazing book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Im off to go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCwQ2pjfjw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The Last Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1H2CapXipI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FpPtVuVB1FE/s1600-h/the-last-song-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1H2CapXipI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FpPtVuVB1FE/s320/the-last-song-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"when&amp;nbsp; the waves are flooding the shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and I can't find my way home anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;that's&amp;nbsp; when I look at you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Miley Cyrus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&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/4772169160140563154-7052132068308673667?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/7052132068308673667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=7052132068308673667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7052132068308673667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7052132068308673667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-song.html' title='The Last Song.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S1H2CapXipI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FpPtVuVB1FE/s72-c/the-last-song-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-6229255016167375417</id><published>2010-01-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:41:39.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creative writing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am sitting in biology class learning about molecules and living organisms and all I can think about is reading Dear John ! So far i've only had time to read three chapters, which is killing me, because I want to find out what happens between Savannah and John. This book has me hooked. Nicholas Sparks always writes the best novels. Sparks has an intriguing way of showing human relationships and dilemmas that are never boring, always making you want to turn to the next page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;On the other hand, I just left my creative writing class and we had to turn in our first assignment today. We had to observe people and writing about them. The catch was that we could only &lt;b&gt;show&lt;/b&gt; and there was &lt;b&gt;no telling&lt;/b&gt; allowed. I have to admit that for me it was extremely difficult. I am not as experienced with writing that way and not being able to tell the reader something. I will say that the result of what I wrote was much better than what I usually write. And my teacher was shocked at how well I completed this assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Below I will post my assignment, let me know what you guys think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat up from the wooden chair. His sweater was white as the snow falling outside the glass window. The wind was beginning to pick up, and it was well near freezing outside. Everything covered by this plush pale ice, and when you touched it, it would numb your hand. Suddenly the expression on his face confused me. It went from a smirk to his lips pressing into a hard line. He had just been fine a moment ago, sipping on his coffee, reading quietly. I began to turn my head around and discreetly catch a glimpse of what caused the shocked look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I spotted a young girl kissing a boy. Their clothes matched perfectly. Her brown Ed Hardy boots caught my attention, not a cheap item at any store. As I turned my head back the boy’s cheeks grew red and his sea green eyes bulged from their pale sockets. He rushed toward the glass window and rubbed his eyes, his fingers passed over his eyebrows, making the hairs stand and twist. His eyes grew wider as he pressed his nose against the window, his hands plastered flat on the glass. The couple stopped for a breath of air. The boy by the window banged against it, in horror, trying to catch their attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The couples eyes let go of their lock and traveled to the window. They dropped their entwined fingers and almost lost their balance trying to separate from each other. The girl stood shocked. Her eyes opening, making the white over power her blue irises. Her body froze as if a bucket of ice cold water had just been thrown on top of her. The boy leaned on his right foot then left, hands in his pockets, eyes avoiding the glass window.&amp;nbsp; The boy on the other side of the window turned furiously, stomping his feet, cheeks flaming red. The girl placed her hand against the glass, her nails scraping against it as her lower lip trembled. Her fingers curled into tiny fists, she gripped her hands together so hard her knuckles turned white. She turned slowly, her hair falling in front of her face, covering her blue eyes as she faced the boy she was locking lips with before.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The boy stared back at her, biting his lip, hesitating to say something, his lips opening and closing. Her legs began to tremble and her hand instinctively gripped her stomach, her lips pressed together, resisting the feel of something rising in her throat. He began to turn, his legs bending, his toes pressing against he ground, making the leather on his sneakers crack. She reached out her free hand, leaning to grab him. His eyes turned a subtle red and formed a glossy layer as he turned and walked away, shoulders hunched, hands one again in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S09IfK8lIyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gm4wmsH0p5w/s1600-h/16abonp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S09IfK8lIyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gm4wmsH0p5w/s320/16abonp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for reading ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-6229255016167375417?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/6229255016167375417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=6229255016167375417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6229255016167375417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6229255016167375417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/creative-writing.html' title='creative writing.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S09IfK8lIyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gm4wmsH0p5w/s72-c/16abonp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-8594243261884225104</id><published>2010-01-11T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:15:06.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special thanks,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I know that I haven't been writing but I've been so busy with work, new classes, and spending time with loved ones. I have been accommodating my new schedule and its been pretty hectic. I just haven't had time to sit down and just write, although i have wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I had to write a thank you post to &lt;a href="http://hayleys-hollow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hayley from The writer's hollow&lt;/a&gt; for my brand new "Dear John" book. Im so excited to read it. I can't wait to turn the pages on this beautiful book. Im so excited to read it that I have actually put the book im reading at the moment, Shadowland, on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Besides all that im am happy to announce  I had a breakthrough in one of my students. I actually had told her about Alyson Noel's Evermore before the winter break, and she actually came up to me, told me that she listened, and is reading the book. And guess what? She loves it ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Im so happy that I at least got one of them into reading. Definitely made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;thanks for reading my post !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;stay tuned for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-8594243261884225104?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/8594243261884225104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=8594243261884225104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8594243261884225104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8594243261884225104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-thanks.html' title='special thanks,'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-7565922521434331671</id><published>2010-01-04T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:30:04.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John; Set fire to the third bar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Am I the only one whose excited to see Dear John featuring Amanda Seyfried and Channing Tatum? Well I just saw the trailer and im ecstatic ! I couldn't stop wanting to watch it, and then I realized why I didn't want to stop. Its because of the song on the trailer. Its an amazing song. It makes me think about what everything in the movie is going to be about and makes me want to write. I even looked up the lyrics. Im such a sucker for a good song. That's how movies catch my attention besides a good story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;inspiration music to my ears ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Feel free to watch the trailer below, just click on the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3nA9AG1AWk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;DEAR JOHN Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0IzbZSisNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/igQLWP6VxdU/s1600-h/dear-johnNEW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0IzbZSisNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/igQLWP6VxdU/s320/dear-johnNEW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ohhh, and the song has been added to my playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;have fun listening to it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let me know what you guys think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-7565922521434331671?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/7565922521434331671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=7565922521434331671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7565922521434331671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7565922521434331671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-john-set-fire-to-third-bar.html' title='Dear John; Set fire to the third bar.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/S0IzbZSisNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/igQLWP6VxdU/s72-c/dear-johnNEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4797804659726980214</id><published>2010-01-02T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:30:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Im dying over here. I want to leave this town for a bit. I want to explore the world. I want to take an adventure anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I love Miami. I just feel like I need a vacation. I would love to just get in my car right now and drive off for a weekend. Just pack my bags and head North. Someone please get me out of here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think for now I'll take an adventure where ever my dreams take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;goodnight to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This made me laugh, I thought i should share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz8ZvUoeaCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i4gf4nwZFjg/s1600-h/funnygirl2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz8ZvUoeaCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i4gf4nwZFjg/s320/funnygirl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;hilarious ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4797804659726980214?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4797804659726980214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4797804659726980214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4797804659726980214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4797804659726980214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless-in-miami.html' title='Sleepless in Miami'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz8ZvUoeaCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i4gf4nwZFjg/s72-c/funnygirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1937838866272048222</id><published>2010-01-01T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:56:52.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Kiss Blogfest Scene, ENJOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;hey everyone, well i have to say that I enjoyed this contest, and I hope you all enjoy reading my scene. I can't wait to read yours ! Feel free to critique it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz7fXFJHyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yWcQaNIurkw/s1600-h/couples.jpg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz7fXFJHyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yWcQaNIurkw/s400/couples.jpg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this  world is a woman's heart. -- Josiah G. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*********************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“John?” Her face changed, she was questioning me, wondering what I was going to do next. Only problem was I didn’t even know what I was going to do. I was just as curious as her. I put my hands to her face and she pulled back for a split second. Curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the pull of my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My heart overjoyed with happiness. This was it. I had her. I was going to make her mine. I stared at her eyes, the ones that always drove me wild. Then I slowly tore my eyes to her lips; full and red. I craved to have control over them, just once. This is the woman who lived in my deepest hidden dreams, and here I was, ready to let her know that she was what I dreamed about every single night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was nervous, yet daring. I knew better than to back down now. I felt the doubt, of whether I should retrieve my hands from her face, but the urge to take the risk fired through me—its heat burned the back of my neck jolting me toward her lips. She gasped and I stopped only inches away, grazing just shy of her bottom lip. For a second I felt her pull in, I felt the electricity dancing between us, her skin turned hot beneath my hands, a burn my body welcomed—like if I was a victim of winter and her fire soothed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Her face lowered, causing her hair to brush against my nose, the scent revived me. There was a twist in my chest, a sudden realization of her distance. At that moment I knew what it felt like to have your heart broken for the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“John, what in the hell do you think your doing?” I sighed, knowing that was my cue for retreat. My heart would lose this war. It wasn’t meant to be this way I thought to myself. I am who I am, and I have to accept it. Even if it is a life of celibacy and a very lonely one I may add. I just shook my head and didn’t even know what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Wishful thinking, that’s what it was. Mary I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” but in my mind I knew exactly what it was. For the first time I had let love into my life. I had let it grow much stronger than just for God. I had no idea what that felt like until this very moment, and sure it was a sin. And for a moment I was ashamed, but then I realized I was human. I sinned, yes. It was a mistake for what I was- a Catholic priest. If all the people I saw everyday at church got a second chance, why couldn’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mary hugged me and kissed my cheek, “I’ll see you Sunday, John”. I gave her a slight smile and nod. She turned and kept walking as if nothing had happened. I stood there watching her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1937838866272048222?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1937838866272048222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1937838866272048222' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1937838866272048222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1937838866272048222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-kiss-blogfest-scene-enjoy.html' title='No Kiss Blogfest Scene, ENJOY!'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sz7fXFJHyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yWcQaNIurkw/s72-c/couples.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5711606678326756925</id><published>2009-12-31T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:38:16.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a Blue Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, December 31st 2009,&amp;nbsp; is supposed to be a night of once in a &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/b&gt;. I have to say that for me it's pretty appropriate. I haven't&amp;nbsp; had such a good year, like how this one has been, in a while. This year has brought on new challenges, new beginnings, new endings, new families, new hobbies. Well you get the picture, this year brought on many new things that made it exciting. It has shown me many life lessons. Too many to name them all. I just wanted to share with you all that this year... well it was pretty freaking amazing. I can't wait to see what 2010 brings. I hope that this new year keeps this new chapter of my life escalating towards the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you all a very HAPPY NEW YEAR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;oh and keep a look out for that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BLUE MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzzTNFjcFoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wpfHC5eBxqs/s1600-h/blue+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzzTNFjcFoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wpfHC5eBxqs/s320/blue+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;These are a couple things that I look forward to in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; much more writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; passing my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; editing the Cafe Cultura magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) &lt;/b&gt;new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)&lt;/b&gt; new surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8)&lt;/b&gt; want to take a couple trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)&lt;/b&gt; trying to actually focus on my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10)&lt;/b&gt; entering NanoWrimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are you looking forward to in 2010?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheers !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzzR4nqLr8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HBcx5bRwd_U/s1600-h/nyetoast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzzR4nqLr8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HBcx5bRwd_U/s200/nyetoast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5711606678326756925?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5711606678326756925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5711606678326756925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5711606678326756925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5711606678326756925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='once in a Blue Moon.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzzTNFjcFoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wpfHC5eBxqs/s72-c/blue+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-8539726653534146285</id><published>2009-12-28T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:04:23.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Kiss Blogfest Contest !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Merry late Christmas to all of you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This Christmas was pretty awesome for me. The best I've had in a while. I cant help but think about the writing adventures that await me with my new &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; dell mini ! Im telling you guys, its tiny ! Im going to be taking that thing everywhere, no doubt about that. And of course the pictures I'll be posting up coming from my brand new &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt; camera ! Photo albums are going to be made ! stay tuned for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, Im pretty excited here trying to figure out what to write for the &lt;a href="http://frankiediane.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-kiss-blogfest-is-coming.html"&gt;No Kiss Blogfest&lt;/a&gt;. Im also very excited to read all the amazing scenes from all the other writers. Especially my beautiful best friend, who just so you all know is the best writer I know, &lt;a href="http://dreambigchild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victoria. S.&lt;/a&gt; Hands Down, She's pretty amazing. You should check out her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of which she just passed down an award for me ! I received The circle of friends award, which is pretty awesome. And to top it all off its my first award. So thanks for always believing in me &lt;a href="http://dreambigchild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vicky&lt;/a&gt;. i love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzmnYxbWH0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eBXH640p7lo/s1600-h/Circle+of+Friends+Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzmnYxbWH0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eBXH640p7lo/s200/Circle+of+Friends+Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So according to her, i have to list five things about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1) Im obsessed with the color pink. dont judge me lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2) Im actually craving coldstone right this second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3) I want to see snow, really really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4) I cant wait to lose some weight starting right after new years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5) I actually miss my kids from work&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;wish me luck on the contest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;im ecstatic ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-8539726653534146285?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/8539726653534146285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=8539726653534146285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8539726653534146285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8539726653534146285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-kiss-blogfest-contest.html' title='No Kiss Blogfest Contest !'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzmnYxbWH0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eBXH640p7lo/s72-c/Circle+of+Friends+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-169151589427796730</id><published>2009-12-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:05:52.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love from another angle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzaiqbalUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MCuQeO3c0dg/s1600-h/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzaiqbalUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MCuQeO3c0dg/s320/26.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When you love someone, you should never get tired or bored of them. It does &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;happen. You can get tired of them hurting you by saying or doing things to hurt you, but if you love them because they are what makes you happy, then you should never get tired or bored in the first place. Being with someone you love should be the happiest moment of your day. If a whole day passes by and you don't feel like it is necessary to see that person, then I have news for you... your not in love. Your not head over heels in love with the person your with whatsoever. That person should be the center of your world, the person you put before everyone in your life. Being able to spend a whole day with them just laughing, talking, making love, being around family, and just enjoying each others company... believing only in eternity's time...that being with them is never too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;that is &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4772169160140563154-169151589427796730?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/169151589427796730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=169151589427796730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/169151589427796730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/169151589427796730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-from-another-angle.html' title='love from another angle.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SzaiqbalUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MCuQeO3c0dg/s72-c/26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1009594197689407906</id><published>2009-12-26T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:38:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The people who can hurt you the most are those that you love the most. I can now honestly say that when you love someone you always run the risk of... well risking it all. Love really is a gamble. You play big or go home. Love is... All or nothing. Your either happy or not. But when moments like these come around, you start to think way too much and it messes with your head, at least it messes with mine. I start to doubt myself. I start to think that maybe i shouldn't worry about the little things. But I have to. I cant help but think about the way things are said and the things that are done. The way one acts, always has consequences. Whenever I do something that shouldn't have been done or said, I always face consequences. Those consequences always lead me back to the path where my true self lies, I simply have to learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1009594197689407906?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1009594197689407906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1009594197689407906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1009594197689407906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1009594197689407906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/12/inner-thoughts.html' title='inner thoughts.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5468830948264398856</id><published>2009-11-27T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:53:55.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j &amp; i ; &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SxAGjtF97xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WhzHd37e5eY/s1600/IMG_2573-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SxAGjtF97xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WhzHd37e5eY/s400/IMG_2573-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;our first thanksgiving together !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SxAHeUt0w7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/z_Cds8Ia2Kg/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SxAHeUt0w7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/z_Cds8Ia2Kg/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and many more to come (: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5468830948264398856?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5468830948264398856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5468830948264398856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5468830948264398856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5468830948264398856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/j-i-3.html' title='j &amp; i ; &lt;3'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SxAGjtF97xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WhzHd37e5eY/s72-c/IMG_2573-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5239849797786917269</id><published>2009-11-26T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:59:32.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gobble gobble !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have a happy thanksgiving, all of you !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sw76D3LSaWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aTBbT6IVQ4s/s1600/gobble_gobble.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sw76D3LSaWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aTBbT6IVQ4s/s320/gobble_gobble.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5239849797786917269?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5239849797786917269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5239849797786917269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5239849797786917269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5239849797786917269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='gobble gobble !'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sw76D3LSaWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aTBbT6IVQ4s/s72-c/gobble_gobble.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4892567682160375521</id><published>2009-11-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:07:54.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my PINK christmas list &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5GPFQZrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yJNCJGV9Eig/s1600/dell-inspiron1420_pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5GPFQZrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yJNCJGV9Eig/s200/dell-inspiron1420_pink.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5MQUQ-5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mi5Xl4nfqno/s1600/888821307284.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5MQUQ-5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mi5Xl4nfqno/s320/888821307284.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vera Wang - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5kC0u-qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ddu0JQLO1B8/s1600/vera-wang-princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5kC0u-qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ddu0JQLO1B8/s200/vera-wang-princess.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Victoria Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Gift Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv66yJfu_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/bFoh9xdD6KU/s1600/Victorias-Secret-Gift-Card_30F24E97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv66yJfu_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/bFoh9xdD6KU/s320/Victorias-Secret-Gift-Card_30F24E97.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Samsung Behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv8uBqaZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3STyZUOzK8s/s1600/SAMSUNGBEHOLDPINK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv8uBqaZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3STyZUOzK8s/s320/SAMSUNGBEHOLDPINK.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;PINK&lt;/b&gt; wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwyDF3tQJKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SOG_GaRJDSo/s1600/Coach42660_Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwyDF3tQJKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SOG_GaRJDSo/s200/Coach42660_Pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;all of the above would be great ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4892567682160375521?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4892567682160375521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4892567682160375521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4892567682160375521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4892567682160375521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-pink-christmas-list-3.html' title='my PINK christmas list &lt;3'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swv5GPFQZrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yJNCJGV9Eig/s72-c/dell-inspiron1420_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2353294929024879836</id><published>2009-11-23T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:42:43.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incredible !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swtxqb4yYRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-Kgo7sg-FoI/s1600/newmoon3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swtxqb4yYRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-Kgo7sg-FoI/s640/newmoon3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;completely underestimated Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;for once i have to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Go Team Jacob ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;can't wait for Eclipse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;June 2010 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7 months and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2353294929024879836?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2353294929024879836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2353294929024879836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2353294929024879836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2353294929024879836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/incredible.html' title='incredible !'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swtxqb4yYRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-Kgo7sg-FoI/s72-c/newmoon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1662564997111790230</id><published>2009-11-23T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:34:44.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtwR4OXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxGGA09nqGs/s1600/fnvmuh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtwR4OXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxGGA09nqGs/s640/fnvmuh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1662564997111790230?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1662564997111790230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1662564997111790230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1662564997111790230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1662564997111790230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/believe.html' title='believe.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtwR4OXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxGGA09nqGs/s72-c/fnvmuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1885841376386253603</id><published>2009-11-23T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:28:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna wake up and feel my heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;beating for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;waking and feeling your breath on my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;feeling your hands on my body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;feeling the sensation of your protective masculine touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;surrounding every inch of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtqYAiZr1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wusnjbfktn0/s1600/sleeping-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtqYAiZr1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wusnjbfktn0/s200/sleeping-couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our legs intertwined with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the warmth from your heart aspiring to reach mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not realizing that my heart yearned for the same warmth towards you're heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both seeking, craving one another, wanting to obtain each others heart and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two hearts wanting to mesh together and become one, as a whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both wanting to reach the point where without each other we couldn't breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we couldn't live without one another, we'd be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtrPopqxoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QBzbaYp-Hd4/s1600/legs-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtrPopqxoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QBzbaYp-Hd4/s200/legs-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1885841376386253603?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1885841376386253603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1885841376386253603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1885841376386253603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1885841376386253603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-morning.html' title='perfect morning.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwtqYAiZr1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wusnjbfktn0/s72-c/sleeping-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-705859985313733468</id><published>2009-11-23T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:37:08.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite quote:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swq3ndwwJ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/bbFo61erSNY/s1600/youme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swq3ndwwJ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/bbFo61erSNY/s320/youme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-705859985313733468?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/705859985313733468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=705859985313733468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/705859985313733468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/705859985313733468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-quote.html' title='my favorite quote:'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Swq3ndwwJ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/bbFo61erSNY/s72-c/youme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1680916190471120190</id><published>2009-11-23T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:41:06.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ignorance of beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sometimes i sit here thinking and wish that you could see you through my eyes. Just so you could see, see the beauty that lies within. The beauty of you that i cant ignore. That beauty that always caught my attention. The beauty that keeps me wanting more. You're soul is the purest I've ever encountered. I look into your eyes and i know. I know that you're the real thing. I know you wont hurt me. i know you're going to be there through everything that comes my way, or any obstacle that thinks its going to break us. I know deep in my heart, it wont, because you are here with me confronting and fighting against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know it's you. i just &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1680916190471120190?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1680916190471120190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1680916190471120190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1680916190471120190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1680916190471120190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorance-of-beauty.html' title='the ignorance of beauty.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-3117575706171663656</id><published>2009-11-23T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:30:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waterfall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwqsD9xwgtI/AAAAAAAAADY/jVBsc5J1cA0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwqsD9xwgtI/AAAAAAAAADY/jVBsc5J1cA0/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one million thoughts running through my mind, and it kills me. You keep making choices that keep hurting me and they don't stop coming. they are like a waterfall, hitting me one after the other nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nonstop questioning you, nonstop imagining the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this waterfall keeps breaking me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breaking down my faith and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breaking every little piece of my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breaking the connection that i feel with you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just for these moments i lose that connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i lose the faith, i lose the hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i reach for your hand, look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hear you're words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my worries disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its that simple for you, just make me believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;help me keep faith in you, help me have hope.&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/4772169160140563154-3117575706171663656?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/3117575706171663656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=3117575706171663656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3117575706171663656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3117575706171663656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/waterfall.html' title='waterfall.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwqsD9xwgtI/AAAAAAAAADY/jVBsc5J1cA0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5817109544432296440</id><published>2009-11-23T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:16:38.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>skydiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwrQ-057c4I/AAAAAAAAADw/2DJcU0xMbKE/s1600/skydiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwrQ-057c4I/AAAAAAAAADw/2DJcU0xMbKE/s320/skydiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;great results require great &lt;b&gt;ambitions&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5817109544432296440?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5817109544432296440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5817109544432296440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5817109544432296440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5817109544432296440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/skydiving.html' title='skydiving.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SwrQ-057c4I/AAAAAAAAADw/2DJcU0xMbKE/s72-c/skydiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-3228903223860010876</id><published>2009-11-10T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:07:01.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soaring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you find yourself searching for the words to describe what you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but nothing comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There is no explaining this cause its like nothing you've ever felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How do you express what your feeling when you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;even know what is happening to you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How do you say how much you love a person when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;this person is your life, your world, your everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How do you explain that? for me its difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;All i can say is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;when he smiles it feels like a ray of sunshine beaming at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When he's sad it feels like my insides are being torn out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;it brings me pain to see him hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When he sleeps it brings me sanity to watch him be at peace with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When he looks at me its like i want to burst into tears cause he's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He's my reason, he's my weakness, he's my strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;every minute with him makes everyday better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-3228903223860010876?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/3228903223860010876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=3228903223860010876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3228903223860010876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3228903223860010876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/soaring.html' title='soaring.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4413019011943891865</id><published>2009-11-05T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:32:42.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St6HUOQZ9cI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVSZWBf2OHg/s1600-h/DSC01860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St6HUOQZ9cI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVSZWBf2OHg/s320/DSC01860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'll never forget that day in class. That day was another boring day at school. We had a new subject to learn in math. I was completely lost. I kept asking the teacher the same question over. I just couldn't seem to understand the problem. As i asked again, the same question, i heard a soft whisper coming from the back of the room followed by a distant laughter. I was so enraged to hear someone mocking me. As i slowly turned, I realized that it was the new girl laughing and complaining about me because i was not understanding the problem. I spotted her through the people in the room and just stared. She changed from laughing to smiling. I was ready to tell her off, when I turned back I finally understood the problem. I was still upset that she laughed but it was alright, I wasn't going to let her get to me. The rest, like they say, is history. Little did I know, that one day that stuck-up preppy new girl, would be the BEST best friend a girl could ever ask for, an amazing sister, and my future wife &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Victoria Saavedra is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; greatest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4413019011943891865?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4413019011943891865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4413019011943891865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4413019011943891865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4413019011943891865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-forget.html' title='never forget.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St6HUOQZ9cI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVSZWBf2OHg/s72-c/DSC01860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-3813323028135381063</id><published>2009-11-05T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:30:24.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anywhere but here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Right now, I'd be anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Anywhere but here, sitting in this room all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;looking around, I see the empty bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the little bit of light shining from the closet door,&lt;br /&gt;the silence of the night is taking over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not having you here beside me is like not having the air i need to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Slowly this feeling eats away at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This feeling that I've grown to know, won't go away until your here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm stuck, stuck here while your there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oh please, anywhere but &lt;i&gt;here&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/4772169160140563154-3813323028135381063?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/3813323028135381063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=3813323028135381063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3813323028135381063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3813323028135381063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/anywhere-but-here.html' title='anywhere but here.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2769354880777784017</id><published>2009-11-05T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:28:05.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two hearts, as one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I didn't think that this love could grow stronger, but it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It grows stronger everyday. Every time we overcome any obstacle in our way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;we grow stronger as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;o n e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We keep growing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;t o g e t h e r&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; more and more everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Learning how to treat and respect&amp;nbsp;one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We learn how to keep&amp;nbsp;each other&amp;nbsp;from hurting in any way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but most importantly&amp;nbsp;when we &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;n e e d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one another, we are there for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our love is not forced, it comes natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Its genuine, its &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2769354880777784017?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2769354880777784017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2769354880777784017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2769354880777784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2769354880777784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-hearts-as-one.html' title='two hearts, as one.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1907444102168476603</id><published>2009-11-05T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:26:08.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking all the rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We all live in fear of losing the person we love. We'll do anything to keep them by our side.&lt;br /&gt;After being in many pointless relationships, one learns whats right or wrong, what leads to good things or bad things. We keep precaution of any repeats, or signs that will inevitably lead to the same mistakes that occurred in other relationships. Its not really about comparing, its more about not wanting to lose hope in someone that you thought wouldn't make those same choices.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you found someone who would never even think about doing those things to you, then you find out that you've fallen back into the same place where you left off. And what sucks the most is that no matter how wrong their choices are, you cant end the relationship, even though you always said you would never allow that again. You truly love this guy. It's real. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well if he loves you enough, he'll fix it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Which is what he does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; for that, I'll love him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1907444102168476603?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1907444102168476603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1907444102168476603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1907444102168476603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1907444102168476603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-all-rules.html' title='breaking all the rules.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5868366860746364150</id><published>2009-10-21T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:37:27.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hollow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- i could tell he wanted to touch me but something was holding him back, maybe it was the same something that made me hesitate every time i thought about reaching out to touch him. Fear of rejection? Or fear that once our skin met it would fuse together and we wouldn't be able to pull it apart again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-The Hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St98_l_Dz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/r4uXuiq-cpg/s1600-h/the-hollow-countdown-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St98_l_Dz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/r4uXuiq-cpg/s320/the-hollow-countdown-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A Halloween contest for all readers out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If you haven't read the Hollow by Jessica Verday, you're definitely missing out! Don't be left out in the cold anymore! By clicking below and signing up, you can win five sets of her haunting novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Link:&lt;a href="http://lesserkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-hollow-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://lesserkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-hollow-giveaway.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5868366860746364150?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5868366860746364150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/St98_l_Dz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/r4uXuiq-cpg/s72-c/the-hollow-countdown-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4007145352029345279</id><published>2009-10-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:46:28.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;your smile is the reason i wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;my first thought of the day is how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;your kiss makes the whole world disappear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;its just you and me here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;All I can picture are little glimpses of pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;-- in my head im thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey, im all his, and he's all mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;your arms make me feel free from all the danger in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;your hands on my face, your eyes focused on mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't deny your stare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;my cheeks turn a hot bright pink&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;as you whisper you love me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;i cant help but think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;your what I've always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and i have you here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, I'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;won't you smile for me baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and brighten my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;give me a reason to believe that there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;something to look forward to in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4007145352029345279?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4007145352029345279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4007145352029345279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4007145352029345279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4007145352029345279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-for-me.html' title='smile for me.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-6081785916776971980</id><published>2009-10-09T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:36:14.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Ss8uHlPBDnI/AAAAAAAAADA/iGAtJNPFK60/s1600-h/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Ss8uHlPBDnI/AAAAAAAAADA/iGAtJNPFK60/s320/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-Locked in the deepest corners of our minds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;we have hidden the things we truly want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Ss8uHlPBDnI/AAAAAAAAADA/iGAtJNPFK60/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-8459056385656805372</id><published>2009-10-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:58:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conflicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like to believe that I was made to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was always told to chase them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My head fluttered with thoughts of all I could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my inner-self pulling me in directions that conflicted with my body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my outer-self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That voice in my head telling me don't let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;reach harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You'll make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't you dare let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to believe in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to believe I could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-8459056385656805372?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/8459056385656805372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=8459056385656805372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8459056385656805372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8459056385656805372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/10/conflicted_08.html' title='conflicted.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4284026225163959257</id><published>2009-09-02T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:30:01.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place&lt;br /&gt;where I find peace, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light, to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lifehouse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words that touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4284026225163959257?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4284026225163959257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4284026225163959257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4284026225163959257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4284026225163959257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything.html' title='everything.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4806983695362179739</id><published>2009-08-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:15:24.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost &amp; found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SprnkTEhQ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/JvGo7wxdXfI/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SprnkTEhQ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/JvGo7wxdXfI/s320/IMG_2435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375863716000646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im speechless. im barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;im holding my breath now.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for those words i wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;waiting patiently for the day you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;slowly losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just when im about to give up,&lt;br /&gt;just when i think that maybe im in this alone.&lt;br /&gt;you come shining through finding your way,&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow reaching its pot of gold,&lt;br /&gt;straight into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you finally say those word i wanna hear&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; you whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp; in this moment all that mattered was that&lt;br /&gt;i had you, &amp;amp; you had me.&lt;br /&gt;we had found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up this morning &amp;amp; i realized,&lt;br /&gt;how i can't see myself with anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4806983695362179739?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4806983695362179739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4806983695362179739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4806983695362179739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4806983695362179739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-found.html' title='lost &amp; found.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SprnkTEhQ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/JvGo7wxdXfI/s72-c/IMG_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-377402741715705676</id><published>2009-08-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:18:07.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SpNVe-R6XbI/AAAAAAAAACE/E1ytyXUKmXA/s1600-h/jasonreeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SpNVe-R6XbI/AAAAAAAAACE/E1ytyXUKmXA/s320/jasonreeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732770985696690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his music &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;inspires&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is permanent, not temporary&lt;br /&gt;And it's driven straight into our chest&lt;br /&gt;And buried much too deep."&lt;br /&gt;-- JASON REEVES.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-377402741715705676?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/377402741715705676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=377402741715705676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/377402741715705676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/377402741715705676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspired.html' title='inspired.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SpNVe-R6XbI/AAAAAAAAACE/E1ytyXUKmXA/s72-c/jasonreeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5093576428903287279</id><published>2009-08-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:36:30.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for it.</title><content type='html'>When you find love throughout your life, in the moment, you don't realize that you find many different types. You find first loves, loves that make you crazy, loves that are a lie, &amp;amp; loves that are just too complicated. But there's one love that you should hold out for. The kind of love that makes you want to work harder at creating a better you. The kind that when you realize you have it, you just don't wanna let it go. Because if you do you'll never find one quite like it. &amp;amp; that kind of love only comes around once in a lifetime. yes, you may find something similar later on in your life but you'll never feel the connection you feel with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; person. A connection that leads you to believe that what you feel for this person is love. A love that makes you feel like anythings possible. Nothing can come between you &amp;amp; this person. Its a breathtaking, overwhelming feeling of happiness. The kind that you'll do just about anything to keep with you at all times. The kind that makes you feel like you just won an Olympic medal or the Nobel prize. Its probably the most heart-stirring experience that one can go through, and something you'll always remember &amp;amp; never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold out for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5093576428903287279?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5093576428903287279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5093576428903287279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5093576428903287279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5093576428903287279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-for-it.html' title='wait for it.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2478130107303089790</id><published>2009-08-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:22:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyday is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;everyday there's a new addition added to your past,&lt;br /&gt;everyday there's a new present;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everyday there's a new future building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;everyday you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;everyday you make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today i realized that&lt;br /&gt;i could use someone like that everyday,&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- correction: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2478130107303089790?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2478130107303089790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2478130107303089790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2478130107303089790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2478130107303089790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyday.html' title='everyday.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5108813627679087755</id><published>2009-08-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:03:44.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for entertainment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How fast does your mood change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of someone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you tell people you're ok when you're really not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think so many people cheat on their bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for you to get over someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends how much I care about them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yeaaaahh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the way things used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no way; everything's better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love someone that treated you badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have no idea &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you last in a relationship for over a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;been there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maybe dreaming lol (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that you can't get out of your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Canizares &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laughed at something that wasn't meant to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yes i do (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever slept on a couch with that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peaceful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wanna live when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person who has your heart at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone three years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you get married if you could right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you'll never forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever take someone back after they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did it once. doubt I'll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all day every day&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5108813627679087755?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5108813627679087755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5108813627679087755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5108813627679087755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5108813627679087755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-entertainment.html' title='just for entertainment.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2881686145959959134</id><published>2009-08-17T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:34:00.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling away.</title><content type='html'>its frustrating when you care about someone so damn much&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the hardest thing for you to do is to express to them how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;This person makes you feel like nothing can happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd never get hurt, &amp;amp; yet something inside you is pulling away.&lt;br /&gt;not letting the words come out of your mouth, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;its like your blaming this person for something they didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;its not fair &amp;amp; you know it, but there's something pulling away.&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts knowing that you'd be risking something all over again.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find a way around it, but it just keeps pulling away.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how much of an accomplishment it would be to just say&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is that you feel, just saying words that mean so much;&lt;br /&gt;but something keeps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulling away&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day, i know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; all of this will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crosses fingers.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2881686145959959134?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2881686145959959134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2881686145959959134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2881686145959959134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2881686145959959134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulling-away.html' title='pulling away.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-7013457018827796477</id><published>2009-08-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:09:45.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special freakin' K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sooov3QYudI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j97TcGyKywA/s1600-h/image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sooov3QYudI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j97TcGyKywA/s320/image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371150308344379858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started my diet today,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; trust me its taking some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt; !   -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-7013457018827796477?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/7013457018827796477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=7013457018827796477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7013457018827796477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7013457018827796477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/special-freakin-k.html' title='Special freakin&apos; K'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sooov3QYudI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j97TcGyKywA/s72-c/image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4560141606219813197</id><published>2009-08-17T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:50:03.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of a kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sond8Nx9YHI/AAAAAAAAABs/HLQdAHskJq0/s1600-h/IMG00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sond8Nx9YHI/AAAAAAAAABs/HLQdAHskJq0/s320/IMG00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371068057177120882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; beach getaway this weekend was by far the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next chapter of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called Juan Alberto Canizares (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- he's one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4560141606219813197?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4560141606219813197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4560141606219813197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4560141606219813197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4560141606219813197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-kind.html' title='one of a kind.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sond8Nx9YHI/AAAAAAAAABs/HLQdAHskJq0/s72-c/IMG00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4474202222171340041</id><published>2009-08-17T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:45:49.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M CAKE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SoncSdT5FtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tj5GscbBaRo/s1600-h/IMG00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SoncSdT5FtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tj5GscbBaRo/s320/IMG00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371066240279844562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made an awesome M&amp;amp;M cake (:&lt;br /&gt;my sister, my wife &amp;amp; i ;&lt;br /&gt;are some very awesome bakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4474202222171340041?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4474202222171340041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4474202222171340041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4474202222171340041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4474202222171340041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-cake.html' title='M&amp;M CAKE.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SoncSdT5FtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tj5GscbBaRo/s72-c/IMG00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-419833469206386432</id><published>2009-08-17T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:39:02.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby steps.</title><content type='html'>one very fun-filled, exciting, awesome-est weekend in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things in my life are progressing, &amp;amp; everything that's still not complete,&lt;br /&gt;will soon be okay. Because according to "Cruel Summer"&lt;br /&gt;(written by Alyson Noel), everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;And things will always change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;---even if it does put you through your worst nightmare;&lt;br /&gt;in the end there's a prize that you receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though i went through a lot lately,&lt;br /&gt;im glad im finally being rewarded with the love from my family,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; best friend a girl could ask for &amp;amp; this amazing guy,&lt;br /&gt;who teaches me everyday to let down my walls &amp;amp; trust in people more &amp;amp; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby steps&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/4772169160140563154-419833469206386432?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/419833469206386432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=419833469206386432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/419833469206386432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/419833469206386432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-6129638457346975371</id><published>2009-08-14T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:43:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a god-given face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your arms surrounding mine.&lt;br /&gt;miss your kisses so divine.&lt;br /&gt;miss your eyes set on mine.&lt;br /&gt;miss the little faces you put for everything we talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; smile;&lt;br /&gt;the one next to the two little dimples that drive me wild.&lt;br /&gt;But out of everything,&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my two favorite freckles.&lt;br /&gt;the ones that when i see them,&lt;br /&gt;they remind me that im in debt with god.&lt;br /&gt;for giving me such a beautiful person to share&lt;br /&gt;life's breathtaking moments with.&lt;br /&gt;its undeniable;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-6129638457346975371?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/6129638457346975371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=6129638457346975371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6129638457346975371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6129638457346975371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-given-face.html' title='a god-given face.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-8140719786700239370</id><published>2009-08-13T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:44:06.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i took a quiz on facebook &amp;amp; heres what it said my weakness is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often loved because of your outgoing and fun personality, and you like to give hugs and flirt, but underneath of it all you are lacking heart. You find it hard to love others through all the walls you've built around your heart from being hurt so much throughout life, but you want to love, you desperately want that fun, romance that you see in others, but you don't know if you can have it in your current circumstances. You want stability, but at the same time you need change. You go from one extreme to another and often feel overwhelmed when you can't figure out something. You think about your life often and how you can improve your character. You find it hard to settle, but you really want to. You just feel like you need to find that balance, that heart that you've been missing for so long. You need to love through the pain, but it's so hard. But the walls need to crumble for you to truly be YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-8140719786700239370?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/8140719786700239370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=8140719786700239370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8140719786700239370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/8140719786700239370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart.html' title='heart.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4642507084063760399</id><published>2009-08-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:36:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fearless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we really expect that everything will just fall into place?&lt;br /&gt;Everything will just magically find it's way?&lt;br /&gt;Love will knock on your door?&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;Our choices also contribute to our fate.&lt;br /&gt;you need to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET UP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;amp; do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4642507084063760399?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4642507084063760399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4642507084063760399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4642507084063760399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4642507084063760399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/fate-is-funny-thing.html' title='fearless.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4380373353397175649</id><published>2009-08-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:53:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unbreakable.</title><content type='html'>early morning, i wake up. Replaying stolen pieces of last night in my mind. Remembering how amazingly satisfying it felt laying beside you. Thinking how one person can make you feel like the whole world is standing still on the other side of the door. Like nothing else matters in this moment, but you and me. It feels like an unbreakable union between two souls, feeling complete with one another. Nothing can amount to this feeling, &amp;amp; nothing will ever be stronger than the bond that is formed by love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4380373353397175649?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4380373353397175649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4380373353397175649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4380373353397175649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4380373353397175649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/unbreakable.html' title='unbreakable.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2267850808501019284</id><published>2009-08-08T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:06:09.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daydream.</title><content type='html'>With the wind in my hair and the sun in my face,  I just keep thinking of you. Thinking of all the things that we could be, should be. All of the things that make me believe that you've got a part of me. You swept me off my feet &amp;amp; I really don't mind. Wont you come lay with me? I've got some time. I've been thinking about the &lt;span id="lw_1249795367_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;short time&lt;/span&gt;  that we've been together &amp;amp; all of the emotions that we're going through is so  much to handle; but completely worth the final outcome. &amp;amp; that is to be with  you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i  want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2267850808501019284?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2267850808501019284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2267850808501019284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2267850808501019284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2267850808501019284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/daydream.html' title='daydream.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-4888067994595319690</id><published>2009-08-07T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:44:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not just a name.</title><content type='html'>There's a name that lives forever in my heart. A name that no matter how close or far away, its always a part of me. Always there when i need it. Always there to keep me sane. Always there to help me get through the toughest of my days. &amp;amp; always there to laugh with me through the funnest days. No matter what happens, this name cannot be erased. Its engraved in the deepest part of my heart. She has me like no one else. Shes more than anyone can ever ask for, my other half, my best friend, my sister. Her name is Victoria Saavedra. &amp;amp; she'll always have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou, with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-4888067994595319690?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4888067994595319690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=4888067994595319690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4888067994595319690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/4888067994595319690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-just-name.html' title='not just a name.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-7753024080614495019</id><published>2009-08-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:01:14.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing paths.</title><content type='html'>In life you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; chance at every decision you make. One time to decide whether or not your making the right choice. One choice that can lead to a million other paths. One path that can change your life. One life is what we get. my opinion? Live it up; cause no matter what happens, you'll always look back &amp;amp; never regret a thing you did. &amp;amp; that's life, making decisions &amp;amp; choosing paths. &amp;amp; no matter which one you choose, they are always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-7753024080614495019?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/7753024080614495019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=7753024080614495019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7753024080614495019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/7753024080614495019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossing-paths.html' title='crossing paths.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1253724743460564313</id><published>2009-08-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:58:18.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>standing on the edge.</title><content type='html'>my heads in the clouds &amp;amp; it doesn't wanna come back down. Your everything that I've been waiting for, everything I've been holding out for. Even after every person that promised to be around lately, none of them convinced me as much as you. You've got me wrapped up in your world. Convinced that you want me around &amp;amp; that I need you around just to call me beautiful everyday, to have someone believe in me so much, its scary. Your not perfect &amp;amp; you have a past but you definitely have a future with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1253724743460564313?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1253724743460564313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1253724743460564313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1253724743460564313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1253724743460564313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/standing-on-edge.html' title='standing on the edge.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-1607038363558649045</id><published>2009-08-05T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:57:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my definition of trust.</title><content type='html'>trust: having faith in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling like this couldn't be better. feeling like its too good to be true. &amp;amp; yet you continue to surprise me. Knowing that i can actually trust someone and have them trust me. I believe that trust can completely change the way a relationship works. scratch that---  if there is trust the relationship works, if not then why even bother with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-1607038363558649045?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/1607038363558649045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=1607038363558649045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1607038363558649045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/1607038363558649045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-definition-of-trust.html' title='my definition of trust.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-6695621558263622799</id><published>2009-07-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:30:28.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a leap of faith.</title><content type='html'>its not easy to begin something new. It takes a leap of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; in the other person. You know its &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth it&lt;/span&gt; when the other person will do just about anything to make you happy. They make you laugh and never cry. They keep you smiling all day and never frown. They let you be yourself and never have to pretend to be someone your not. They &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; leave your mind. They are all you can think about all the time. You just wanna hold their hand. You catch yourself daydreaming about seeing their face. Its scary. But its a great feeling and all we need is a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; to keep us from running away. This person might be what you've been waiting for. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; is going to break your heart or hurt you. You never know this person might actually be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-6695621558263622799?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/6695621558263622799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=6695621558263622799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6695621558263622799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/6695621558263622799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/07/leap-of-faith.html' title='a leap of faith.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5927676329787317269</id><published>2009-07-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:50:22.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch like fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SnBb7OSWEgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/arUcy15x-7E/s1600-h/23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SnBb7OSWEgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/arUcy15x-7E/s320/23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363888229203710466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maybe our love will catch like fire;&lt;br /&gt;as it burns through me.&lt;br /&gt;-the afters.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5927676329787317269?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5927676329787317269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5927676329787317269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5927676329787317269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5927676329787317269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-like-fire.html' title='catch like fire.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/SnBb7OSWEgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/arUcy15x-7E/s72-c/23.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-2539739582576166864</id><published>2009-07-07T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:47:51.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding someone to blame.</title><content type='html'>when we say "we dont care what people think"...&lt;br /&gt;do we really mean it? do we actually not care?&lt;br /&gt;i believe that we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; care at some point.&lt;br /&gt;whether you believe me or not, our peers&lt;br /&gt;do have some sort of say in our choices.&lt;br /&gt;especially those close to us more than others.&lt;br /&gt;we do it out of fear, for we fear the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;we believe that if our peers agree with our choices&lt;br /&gt;it will no longer be unknown &amp;amp; we will have&lt;br /&gt;someone else to blame, not just ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-2539739582576166864?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2539739582576166864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=2539739582576166864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2539739582576166864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/2539739582576166864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-someone-to-blame.html' title='finding someone to blame.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-3116548767499585583</id><published>2009-07-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:35:24.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is love real?</title><content type='html'>we always have moments in life where we wonder what love is...&lt;br /&gt;how can we be sure that what we feel really is love?&lt;br /&gt;im sure we were born to love but sometimes you may think you love someone &amp;amp; surprisingly, you don't. love is a four letter word that is easily tossed around. i think we should only say it when we actually mean it. how do you know though? how do you actually know what you feel is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REAL LOVE&lt;/span&gt;? i have "loved" 3 men in my life; but at the end of the day i still don't believe that i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-3116548767499585583?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/3116548767499585583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=3116548767499585583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3116548767499585583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/3116548767499585583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-love-real.html' title='is love real?'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-5953380306060392013</id><published>2009-06-30T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:49:30.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting with myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my past, my choices have always been based on what is best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Im learning that i have to start thinking about what i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've been in positions where its either whats &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; well honestly, i sometimes feel selfish and disappointed in myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; but you have to admit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;those people might not feel the same for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; When you think about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there are people who you know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; there for you and then there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; there but its just a set up. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'ve been at both ends of this dilemma and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; its not easy on either side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-5953380306060392013?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/5953380306060392013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=5953380306060392013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5953380306060392013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/5953380306060392013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighting-with-myself.html' title='fighting with myself.'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4772169160140563154.post-923411670200677160</id><published>2009-06-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:48:24.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is nothing like the total feeling of bliss; i have yet to feel this.&lt;br /&gt;My search for happiness has been never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that i will find it in my young years.&lt;br /&gt;I've found many contestants.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i have learned to mature, grow &amp;amp; learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to perfect the way i think &amp;amp; deal with my relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You know they say "time changes things" but i believe you have to change them yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4772169160140563154-923411670200677160?l=littomissisuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/feeds/923411670200677160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4772169160140563154&amp;postID=923411670200677160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/923411670200677160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4772169160140563154/posts/default/923411670200677160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littomissisuet.blogspot.com/2009/06/happily-ever-now.html' title='happily ever now?'/><author><name>LittoMiss isuet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12732668024487371210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm2lFCTqb4U/Sg1-9DgOD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LwdOvu95q5A/S220/LIFE+GOES+ON+-+Copy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
