tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1710729716085668122024-03-19T08:09:05.218-05:00You Never Knowbeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-83311520613620438432017-01-16T15:30:00.000-06:002020-04-16T19:14:41.871-05:00What It Means to Be an AmericanAmerica-<br />
Where consumerism plagues minds.<br />
Where products, beliefs, and agendas<br />
are forced into daily lives through the media.<br />
Where people pass each other on the street,<br />
and look away to avoid interaction.<br />
Where people text and email<br />
instead of face to face collaboration.<br />
Where hard work is amplified by the individual<br />
because relying on others is weak.<br />
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Where people are often frightened<br />
outside of their comfort zones.<br />
Where racism, sexism, and hatred of others<br />
is ingrained into the culture.<br />
Where religion is said to be free.<br />
Where the oppressed are beaten down<br />
in an effort to keep it that way.<br />
Where the pursuit of happiness<br />
is about fitting into a mold.<br />
Where hate crimes and injustice<br />
happen every minute.<br />
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Where loneliness is abundant.<br />
Where people are crawling out of the darkness,<br />
and crying out for change.<br />
Where there’s a love that lingers beneath it all.<br />
Where the light is found<br />
when the mold is broken.<br />
Where people have the right to rise up,<br />
and fight for freedom, against inequality.<br />
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Where a movement of acceptance and love,<br />
is brewing.<br />
Where making a change, and becoming who you want to be<br />
is more than a possibility.<br />
When perception becomes reality.<br />
#strongertogetherbeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-80472282390991554392012-10-31T09:53:00.002-05:002018-03-18T13:17:46.188-05:00I'm forgiven because you were forsaken.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<br />beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-79764294228736846552012-10-16T14:58:00.000-05:002012-10-16T14:58:38.602-05:00Yeasayer<iframe frameborder="0" height="276" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/x4nilx" width="480"></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4nilx_87-1-yeasayer-no-need-to-worry-red_music" target="_blank">#87.1 - YEASAYER - No need to worry / Redcave</a> <i>by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/lablogotheque" target="_blank">lablogotheque</a></i>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-47914284271362176762012-10-16T14:48:00.001-05:002012-10-16T14:48:24.607-05:00Perception. <br />
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realization - understanding - comprehension <a name='more'></a>Lately I've been thinking about how our surroundings often blend in. Taking the same route everyday becomes second nature, before you know it you don't even remember how you got there. After a while the things that surround us start to blur together and fade into the background of our lives. Even something as simple as a tree that has always been there but because you see it so often you've forgotten that it even existed. Then one day you're driving your normal route and you notice that tree like it is something brand new even though it has been there for years. There is so much surrounding us however we get so focused in on ourselves that we forget all of the beauty the world has to offer. The next time you are somewhere that you spend a lot of time in sit back and take a breath, really observe the space around you. I bet you will notice new things popping up all over. Actively observing the world around you is an honestly eye opening experience. </div>
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"I leave you free to be yourself: to think your thoughts, to indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways that you decide are to your liking." -Anthony De Mello <br />
<a name='more'></a>Recently I read a book called "The Way to Love" by Anthony De Mello, it honestly changed my life. I've always struggled with being attached to things in a way that prevents me from being my own person. In this book De Mello speaks truth about life and love, how you can't truly love something if you are attached to it. The world seems so closed off and small because all of your attention and focus is being put toward this one object, blocking out everything else. I've always struggled with relationships, I get clingy because I'm afraid of losing that person when in reality it only pushes them further away. I put so much effort into making sure something bad doesn't happen, I forget about everything great that could happen. This book has really opened my eyes to the Lord's kingdom and all of the beautiful, amazing things it has to offer. I've realized that by having attachments I am losing my freedom, I'm losing my love. If I live life moment to moment instead of worrying about things that could or couldn't happen in the future, I will finally have the freedom that I have been searching for. Things are starting to feel real, I feel like I can see people for who they are instead of deciding who they are for myself, perception is everything. Nothing is as black and white as I have always tried to make it be, but that is part of life's beautiful journey. I'm ready to live life to the fullest, allow people to be who they are and allow myself to be who I am, without attachment the way the good Lord intended.beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-29447675938795176612012-08-22T19:58:00.001-05:002012-08-23T00:18:18.562-05:00The first step is admitting that you have a problem.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not sure how it ended up this way. I used to love being different, trying new things, and being myself. Now all I feel is paranoia, always wondering what others are thinking of what I do, how I dress, or how I talk. All of this constant worry about what others opinions are stifle who I really am. I'm sick of caring what everyone thinks. I'm tired of going through life feeling as though I'm constantly being judged. Trying to figure out who I am and finally be me. -Beabeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-40227744784840211332012-03-21T12:46:00.001-05:002012-03-21T12:46:27.531-05:00Summer.I always feel great when it's this nice out. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4Z57eszINADyUYJWmsq41oaply4-ZmaEqq1yTFCbqTmvCAgeUIRbRuUeeDPYtgZzlXj56p5wYrnTG4-pSaNyaWq97PyN2-S1zKqpfqfGN_EffEZuYTWeQRnHVPq1B2toWtOPhQD12RgM/s640/blogger-image--1583827662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4Z57eszINADyUYJWmsq41oaply4-ZmaEqq1yTFCbqTmvCAgeUIRbRuUeeDPYtgZzlXj56p5wYrnTG4-pSaNyaWq97PyN2-S1zKqpfqfGN_EffEZuYTWeQRnHVPq1B2toWtOPhQD12RgM/s640/blogger-image--1583827662.jpg" /></a></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-85233537442304299482011-11-10T15:09:00.003-06:002011-11-10T15:20:26.485-06:00Snow.Snow.Snow.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4PblHXngtdYJAudp7KwhTdzzFfnwtV4WVumX2CBQfGj08pjid72CZU5nxbhfalMC6kRYJMb6C0G0TsyCgf7QTGcbZtQAFbFUPcsYjNF1O1WMu_3tATvucjKpZB3YkiJfALQuog2jf3AK/s1600/snow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4PblHXngtdYJAudp7KwhTdzzFfnwtV4WVumX2CBQfGj08pjid72CZU5nxbhfalMC6kRYJMb6C0G0TsyCgf7QTGcbZtQAFbFUPcsYjNF1O1WMu_3tATvucjKpZB3YkiJfALQuog2jf3AK/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673480090693251474" /></a><br />I don't know how I feel about snow. <div>I wish it could be mildy warm/sunny and snow, I think I might be okay with that. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-89807999098024150022011-11-09T12:17:00.004-06:002011-11-09T21:20:06.106-06:00Crossroads.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqeZ6vfjKrW0NPRfquT48G3Efw3CsUj75RRr6mAWLC79SE3GA9_hgG-O-_Tv_eu9vAZST9o5mrdmlp31W7o-PJgln8XCIuQrxine4ST-z94R5zBPswkv942FBZJKpNWspQdnc8QDUKaIM/s1600/crossroads.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673062991537309234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqeZ6vfjKrW0NPRfquT48G3Efw3CsUj75RRr6mAWLC79SE3GA9_hgG-O-_Tv_eu9vAZST9o5mrdmlp31W7o-PJgln8XCIuQrxine4ST-z94R5zBPswkv942FBZJKpNWspQdnc8QDUKaIM/s200/crossroads.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Sitting at the crossroads between loyalty and happiness. </div><div>Do I do what will make me happy if it upsets those I love?</div><div>Living life for myself, then I'm selfish.</div><div>Living life for others, then I'm mindless.</div><div> </div></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-81435466851553645812010-12-12T00:11:00.005-06:002011-11-10T15:21:43.173-06:00Serenity<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9RR9h0TpoTuhUKfK8qtXS9XSW4X_Weyf_40DmP633aBo735hd8rbjHL9gfWQOZh3sL8PPArqPTMWQ3ONW4C0smowoX9ffpHoPdqG7kmTqFScVfJEkJqQstuGmD0dfFMit4-LQy7O-jj8/s1600/SerenityPrayer2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9RR9h0TpoTuhUKfK8qtXS9XSW4X_Weyf_40DmP633aBo735hd8rbjHL9gfWQOZh3sL8PPArqPTMWQ3ONW4C0smowoX9ffpHoPdqG7kmTqFScVfJEkJqQstuGmD0dfFMit4-LQy7O-jj8/s200/SerenityPrayer2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549675684198371826" /></a><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. </span></span></b><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-59319086821309301472010-11-29T09:00:00.000-06:002010-11-29T09:01:40.413-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></span>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-81620321432304369802010-11-25T01:43:00.004-06:002010-11-25T02:05:17.124-06:00Distinction.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chennaionline.com/Religion/Temples/Aug09/Images/Lord-Ganesh01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.chennaionline.com/Religion/Temples/Aug09/Images/Lord-Ganesh01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[that's the difference between you and me]</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[i have faith]</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[the universe is opulent]</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-30631702110326471132010-05-29T02:51:00.001-05:002010-05-29T02:51:42.312-05:00The Dope Show.<script type="text/javascript" src="http://brittneypantsss.tumblr.com/js"></script>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-20005766110106903152010-05-22T01:06:00.001-05:002010-05-22T01:06:28.625-05:00Sigur Ros.<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/3814849">Sigur Ros - Við spilum endalaust - A Take Away Show</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque">La Blogotheque</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-74978553282307579812010-05-10T08:58:00.003-05:002010-05-10T09:22:40.676-05:00Mother's DayYesterday was mother's day so my family went to Golden Dragon for lunch. Somehow I ended up having to sit at the kid's table. We were all sitting and eating when my dad walked passed my grandma. She grabbed his arm really quick and said, "what's the matter you don't want me to touch you? well i'm going to anyway, and i'm going to pray aloud for you too!" I don't know why but I started laughing so hard.beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-62060035030667555542010-04-28T11:10:00.001-05:002010-04-28T11:16:31.379-05:00Bodies of Water.I heard It Sound<object width="480" height="264"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x3hnsv_split-1-bodies-of-water-i-heard-it_music"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x3hnsv_split-1-bodies-of-water-i-heard-it_music" width="480" height="264" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3hnsv_split-1-bodies-of-water-i-heard-it_music">SPLIT 1 BODIES OF WATER - I HEARD IT SOUND</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/lablogotheque">lablogotheque</a>. - <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music">Explore more music videos.</a></i>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-77531205528790133442010-04-28T11:07:00.000-05:002010-04-28T11:08:18.794-05:00Yo La Tengo<object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6671508&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6671508&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/6671508">Yo La tengo - A Take Away Show - Part 1</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque">La Blogotheque</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-52688619474298387112010-04-28T09:49:00.000-05:002010-04-28T09:50:23.796-05:00Grizzly Bear.Shift<object width="480" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x8xp2_10-1-grizzly-bear-shift_creation"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x8xp2_10-1-grizzly-bear-shift_creation" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8xp2_10-1-grizzly-bear-shift_creation">#10.1 - Grizzly bear - Shift</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/lablogotheque">lablogotheque</a>. - <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/creation">Discover more animation and arts videos.</a></i>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-3148843530570937062010-04-28T09:38:00.000-05:002010-04-28T09:39:09.510-05:00Enemies.Losses<object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11086020&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11086020&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/11086020">Enemies - Losses / A Take Away Show</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque">La Blogotheque</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-88346726134938306862010-04-20T19:38:00.004-05:002010-04-28T11:18:00.946-05:00What the f*ck is life?Where did we come from?<div>Did we just appear and automatically start to babble?</div><div>Who the hell are we?</div><div>Imagine the complexity of language itself.</div><div>It's both weird and confusing.</div><div>It's too much to understand. </div><div>It's huge. </div><div><br /></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-91504401399164274512010-04-13T14:25:00.002-05:002010-04-13T14:27:36.701-05:00Tell me you don't love me.You say you're not in love with me and yet you stay around.<div>You say you haven't a heart for me and yet you're in every sound.</div><div>Tell me you don't love me.</div><div>Tell me this is real.</div><div>Because from where I'm standing, this can't really be how you feel. </div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-41608604959306695482010-03-31T23:47:00.003-05:002010-09-21T10:15:58.663-05:00<div><br /></div>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171072971608566812.post-82769398731544822642010-03-10T10:46:00.002-06:002010-03-10T10:50:34.006-06:00A Searching Heart.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If your heart is always searching can it ever find a home?</span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">will it ever pull together to find the right one?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Or will it continue searching until there is no one left to be found.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Let this heart stop searching and rest for awhile.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I can't take much more of this feeling, this sorrow. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So for now I will wait, patiently and true.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Waiting for the one, the real one that is you. </span></span></div></span>beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546823977712942371noreply@blogger.com0