<?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-8924052246306161083</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:15:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello =D!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6006436737862256765</id><published>2009-05-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:44:09.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to listen to this guy!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this guy's voice is amazing! He must have tons of octives. He may be gay but his voice is just great. Really, just listen to him sing "A Whole New World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes that girl voice that takes you by surprise is him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6006436737862256765?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6006436737862256765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-to-listen-to-this-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6006436737862256765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6006436737862256765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-to-listen-to-this-guy.html' title='You have to listen to this guy!'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5537743122254877604</id><published>2009-05-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:53:51.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Don't Care Anyway</title><content type='html'>You don't know&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;Why would you care anyway&lt;br /&gt;Your off my trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes her better?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cause you can't have me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's everything I'm not?&lt;br /&gt;You must not care anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells you everything I do&lt;br /&gt;No secrets for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve this&lt;br /&gt;After the steps I have made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes her better?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a betrayal on me&lt;br /&gt;Past is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; gone&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; cared anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play a game&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fists down&lt;br /&gt;Because I am out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to care anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes her better?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I see the boy that I left behind&lt;br /&gt;But what do you care anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5537743122254877604?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5537743122254877604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-dont-care-anyway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5537743122254877604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5537743122254877604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-dont-care-anyway.html' title='Writing: Don&apos;t Care Anyway'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3708927451010152338</id><published>2009-05-17T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:45:38.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: One Word, Clutch</title><content type='html'>Ok this one was hard I have no idea how I came up with all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand clutches mine. He is my wall. He keeps me grounded and standing tall. We walk out together hand in hand. Ready to face our doom, together. Cameras are flashing and news crewmen are screaming. He holds my hand tighter and we go into the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3708927451010152338?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3708927451010152338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-clutch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3708927451010152338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3708927451010152338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-clutch.html' title='Writing: One Word, Clutch'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6609757306359340201</id><published>2009-05-17T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:42:33.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Stupid Boys</title><content type='html'>This needs some work, but it is basically a gathering of my thoughts. tell me how to fix it up my ficlets buds =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't realize&lt;br /&gt;What is right infront of him&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't see someone&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out his name&lt;br /&gt;Stays single&lt;br /&gt;Never making a full move&lt;br /&gt;Maybe afraid or just not seeing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Not heart to give&lt;br /&gt;Wears his emotions on his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;From one girl to another&lt;br /&gt;No simpathy and without a care&lt;br /&gt;Just wants a girl to call his&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't realize what goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until its to late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;Immaturity on the highest&lt;br /&gt;Too carefree to understand&lt;br /&gt;Too pushy to let go&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know when to stop&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know when it's over&lt;br /&gt;Keeps going when its way over&lt;br /&gt;So many friends that keep him joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stupid boys&lt;br /&gt;I know them all&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait till they learn&lt;br /&gt;To listen and to care&lt;br /&gt;And to stop and just&lt;br /&gt;Just look around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6609757306359340201?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6609757306359340201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-needs-some-work-but-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6609757306359340201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6609757306359340201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-needs-some-work-but-it-is.html' title='Writing: Stupid Boys'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6248435158713009296</id><published>2009-05-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:18:41.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: One Word, Saving</title><content type='html'>Looking at the pictures I saved for many years, I look at how much I've changed. How much I gained, how much have I lost. How much I have learned and what I regret. I realize that I wouldnt have my past go any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6248435158713009296?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6248435158713009296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-saving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6248435158713009296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6248435158713009296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-saving.html' title='Writing: One Word, Saving'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-282180918153144840</id><published>2009-05-09T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:46:59.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: One Word, Dusk</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been doing oneword.com. Elsha showed me this website =D. They give you a word and you have one minute to write something about it. When I can, I guess I will post to you what I write on here because I kinda like doing this lol. The word today was Dusk and I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night. With the smell of bonfires and tiki lamps. The splash of a pool and the music of a party. The sight of a sun seting on the beach. The quiet of camping and staring up at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's not that good, but I only had a minute to write it lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-282180918153144840?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/282180918153144840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-dusk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/282180918153144840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/282180918153144840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-one-word-dusk.html' title='Writing: One Word, Dusk'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5025512631640164573</id><published>2009-05-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:32:14.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I stood out&lt;br /&gt;Just I like a rose&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of daises&lt;br /&gt;First thing to catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Just like a daisy&lt;br /&gt;Still I stay the way&lt;br /&gt;The only way I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like a puppy&lt;br /&gt;Learing new tricks&lt;br /&gt;And living the moment&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an old dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel set in my ways&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to change&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels tough&lt;br /&gt;Rut is too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see unpredictablity&lt;br /&gt;Soon I may get there&lt;br /&gt;And change my ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5025512631640164573?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5025512631640164573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-stood-out-just-i-like-rose-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5025512631640164573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5025512631640164573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-stood-out-just-i-like-rose-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-4801987413975573326</id><published>2009-05-09T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:20:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Chasing, Thinking Your Worth it All</title><content type='html'>Tired of chasing&lt;br /&gt;You seem to far away&lt;br /&gt;I stop to take another breath&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start running again&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm fixed&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;I keep chasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's winless&lt;br /&gt;I almost can feel it&lt;br /&gt;Energy running low&lt;br /&gt;I slow down in frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time may come&lt;br /&gt;When I give up chasing&lt;br /&gt;Turn around in disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Never look back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I chase&lt;br /&gt;I run and loose my breath&lt;br /&gt;Numb my legs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking your worth it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-4801987413975573326?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4801987413975573326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-chasing-thinking-your-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4801987413975573326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4801987413975573326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-chasing-thinking-your-worth-it.html' title='Writing: Chasing, Thinking Your Worth it All'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6365335646656068720</id><published>2009-05-09T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:49:51.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been gone awhile, sorry</title><content type='html'>Hey guys =),&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you have noticed that first I haven't posted many blogs latley, and when I do its a poem. Also that I haven't commented on a blog post in like FOREVER. Or maybe you haven't noticed, I dunno... lol. I'm sorry about that. It's because I can't get my main computer to sign me in. Only this laptop will sign me in. I shouldn't be making excuses I know. I have also been lazy too =). So I'm back and in to mood to write tonight and this week.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy what I write because I feel like I'm in the zone =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6365335646656068720?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6365335646656068720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-gone-awhile-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6365335646656068720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6365335646656068720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-gone-awhile-sorry.html' title='been gone awhile, sorry'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5535222906893019551</id><published>2009-05-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:03:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is</title><content type='html'>Life is...&lt;br /&gt;Moments that take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the rain for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after what you wanna get&lt;br /&gt;Doing something never done before&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the ocean shore&lt;br /&gt;Picking yourself up when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Living to experience it all&lt;br /&gt;Standing out of all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Your heart racing out of your chest&lt;br /&gt;Making mistakes and fixing them&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone till the AM&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Friendships that last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Turning the tables around&lt;br /&gt;Tempting away from solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Being yourself even when it's tough&lt;br /&gt;Calling someone hott stuff&lt;br /&gt;Looking into someones eyes&lt;br /&gt;Flirting with the guys&lt;br /&gt;Having friends that everyone is jealous of&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sun in the thickest of fogs&lt;br /&gt;Meeting your prince after many frogs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5535222906893019551?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5535222906893019551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5535222906893019551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5535222906893019551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is.html' title='Life Is'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-4675459321912180022</id><published>2009-05-01T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:48:54.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my doodle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SftgGdgbY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6rwqIypCulM/s1600-h/DSC00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330960248039236530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SftgGdgbY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6rwqIypCulM/s320/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i havent posted in a while. sorry!!! but here is my doodle for the doodle contest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol i literally drew this in less than a minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-4675459321912180022?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4675459321912180022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-doodle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4675459321912180022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4675459321912180022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-doodle.html' title='my doodle!!'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SftgGdgbY7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6rwqIypCulM/s72-c/DSC00431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5801088478651224786</id><published>2009-04-14T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:41:34.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: The goodbye That was Never Planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: This is totally fiction and what is in itallics is part of the flashback. I am a little rusty with short stories so bare with me on the verb tenses. I played a little with some sensory details. Please read and enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold water kisses my lips and cools off my hot tearful face. I grab yet another tissue and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wipe&lt;/span&gt; what is rest of my tears away. The mirror on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; shows a reflection that I can't notice at first. The girl in the reflection shows a version of me I have never seen before. I shake my head and slam the mirror on the table. The noise of shattering glass echos in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; house. I leave it without cleaning up and shuffle my way to the window. Leaning against the wall, a flashback hits. I am watching a movie of my own life from a distance and my eyes once again fill with tears. I didn't know I even had any tears left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the car pulling up the driveway. The usual blasting of alternative rock is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nonexistent&lt;/span&gt; and he drives up unusually slow. I see myself waiting at the door. He waits in the car for an awkward amount of time then struts to the door. His facial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; is a frown as he walks to the front door but he fakes a smile when he notices me. I am too happy to see him to read into any of these clues. I throw my arms around him and kiss his lips. He shows hesitation in both and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I finally notice. I look into his eyes, the same eyes that I get lost in. I see his frown, the frown from the same lips that said I will love you always and forever. When he says nothing, the reason why he has come to see me has become very clear. My arms slip from him lifelessly and I turn away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear his words banging in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby, I..." His voice is cracked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He always says baby when something is wrong. "maybe you better sit down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..." My voice trails and my face starts to feel hot. As hot as it was the night we had our first kiss. I feel like I am taking the forever walk of shame as I make my way to the couch. Thoughts run through my head as he sits right next to me and takes my hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you, but I.." he stops himself then he sighs, "I can't do this anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at him and there was a silence then he says the ever &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt;, "Its not you, it's me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It hurts me ask much as it hurts me to do this, but I would rather be truthful then be in a relationship that is a lie."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My face turns redder and my eyes narrow. Jerking my hand away from his, I stand. He stands too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes once again look into his. He looks down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You said you will love me always and forever." My eyes close as my voice gains power. "You said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; never leave me. You said that you have never felt this way before. I guess this relationship has been a joke to you hasn't it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No never," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he grabs my arm, "I still love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't touch me!" My voice is stern and to the point. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lets go without a fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your a one of a kind girl, but your just not the girl for me. I'm sorry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears fall from my eyes and I feel weak at the knees. All the strength I gained is now lost and I stand still. I watch him leave without anymore words. Without anymore movement. He opens the door slowly and looks back at me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will never forget all the great memories we shared."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I manage to look at him one last time and his face looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;. He turns away and walks out the door. I hear the jingle of the car keys and the slam of the car door. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt; to the floor just inches from the couch. The tears really start to flow as the car starts. I bring up my knees and bury my head in them. I hear the car drive away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself in the same position on the ground. I rock back and forth. His emotions, his words didn't make very much sense, but one thing was clear. The guy that I was building a lifetime with, the guy that I opened myself too, and the guy that said always and forever is gone. It wasn't long enough and the goodbye i never saw coming did. Never plan for forever, just plan to be hurt for just as long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5801088478651224786?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5801088478651224786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-goodbye-that-was-never-planned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5801088478651224786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5801088478651224786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-goodbye-that-was-never-planned.html' title='Writing: The goodbye That was Never Planned'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3282251680435476790</id><published>2009-04-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:12:57.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Do You See it?</title><content type='html'>Look at her&lt;br /&gt;Just for that&lt;br /&gt;that moment in time&lt;br /&gt;do you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it's not&lt;br /&gt;Not shallowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hides it&lt;br /&gt;Puts up defenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes talk&lt;br /&gt;They show her weakness&lt;br /&gt;A deep longing&lt;br /&gt;To see something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are tired&lt;br /&gt;Just like her&lt;br /&gt;Tired of wanting&lt;br /&gt;Wanting extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;Her smile speaks&lt;br /&gt;Speaks of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look closer&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes tell you&lt;br /&gt;Her smile speaks&lt;br /&gt;She is thinking of him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3282251680435476790?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3282251680435476790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-do-you-see-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link 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Human</title><content type='html'>I am human&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not clear&lt;br /&gt;But always searching&lt;br /&gt;Searching for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving from place to place&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my heart open&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel&lt;br /&gt;It's a risk I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing&lt;br /&gt;I see you through the fog&lt;br /&gt;Without and expections&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found you&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you&lt;br /&gt;Feel for me&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I am heard&lt;br /&gt;Am I loud enough?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find me&lt;br /&gt;Through a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human&lt;br /&gt;I found you in my search&lt;br /&gt;I need to be loud enough&lt;br /&gt;To get to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7667684235527266775?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-8353034171331099304</id><published>2009-03-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:14:50.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Does Your Smile Speak for Your Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>What are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Does you smile speak&lt;br /&gt;For what your thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart racing&lt;br /&gt;When I pass by?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just mine?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is all I can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;About me right now&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked you&lt;br /&gt;Did you really want to go?&lt;br /&gt;It seems the secret&lt;br /&gt;Has been set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say&lt;br /&gt;If you could go?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say yes?&lt;br /&gt;Would you reject me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-8353034171331099304?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8353034171331099304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-does-your-smile-speak-for-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8353034171331099304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8353034171331099304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-does-your-smile-speak-for-your.html' title='Writing: Does Your Smile Speak for Your Thoughts?'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6515939234209423399</id><published>2009-03-20T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:55:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: A Moment of Realness</title><content type='html'>I walk in and sit down at a table. James walks up to me."Hey," he says and sits next to me. "Hey," I say in a cloudy voice and gaze around the room. I smile when I spot who I'm looking for. Chris strides in like everything is just so cool. His hair is black, eyes are brown. He sets down his bag and walks straight over to our table. My heart races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," Chris says and sits down. I smile and start typing like the fact that he siting down isn't affecting me. "Have.. have you been you working on project?" I stutter. I huff in anger on how I screw up my words. Only around him I do this. Chris and James laugh, but don't bring it up. I continue to screw up my sentences till I slow down and finally get them right. Without thinking, I say everything without thinking. Conversations just flow like its natural and like were the only people in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glance at Chris like he is a prince. James nudges me. I snap out of it and look at the clock. I sigh as time is almost up. Chris and James look at the clock too then start to pack up their stuff. We three walk to the door. Silence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ensues&lt;/span&gt; and I look up. Chris is looking at me. He smiles like I am a princess. I smile back and our eyes stay locked. Time stops. Heat starts to rush to my head and I feel a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; rush. I wonder if he is feeling the same. He just seems so content with looking into my eyes. The bell rings and I break the stare. We say our goodbyes and I float out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that moment could last forever. It felt like a dream, but it wasn't. It was real and so is he. I just hope the dream that me and him are together becomes real too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6515939234209423399?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6515939234209423399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-walk-in-and-sit-down-at-table.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6515939234209423399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6515939234209423399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-walk-in-and-sit-down-at-table.html' title='Writing: A Moment of Realness'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-1811977366808209292</id><published>2009-03-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:24:33.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Waiting is the Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>My eyes fill with tears. I know its coming. I don't want it to. I wish I could turn back time and start over, but chances are the results will be the same. I can't stop my words from coming out and I can't stop your response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your words like its happening now. Another risk taken, another rejection. Its like a knife is about to stab my heart. Another cycle of goodbye completed. Almost full circle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another faked smile, another wish that I could change your mind. It's all clear to me. I just want it to happen now so I can get over this. Waiting is the hardest part I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-1811977366808209292?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1811977366808209292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-waiting-is-hardest-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1811977366808209292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1811977366808209292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-waiting-is-hardest-part.html' title='Writing: Waiting is the Hardest Part'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-7687910383603147316</id><published>2009-03-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:39:39.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: In the End, it's all Gravity</title><content type='html'>We are different&lt;br /&gt;But something&lt;br /&gt;Has a connection&lt;br /&gt;From me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like scary movies&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch one&lt;br /&gt;I like romantics&lt;br /&gt;You hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection&lt;br /&gt;A smile&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Changes it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to The Maine&lt;br /&gt;You love their music&lt;br /&gt;I listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wish&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings are the same&lt;br /&gt;Because I am pulled to you&lt;br /&gt;Just like gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I would&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your music&lt;br /&gt;Watch scary movies&lt;br /&gt;Love to have a chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7687910383603147316?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7687910383603147316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-in-end-its-all-gravity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7687910383603147316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7687910383603147316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-in-end-its-all-gravity.html' title='Writing: In the End, it&apos;s all Gravity'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-7522534108304833246</id><published>2009-03-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:41:59.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Lyrics Speak for Me</title><content type='html'>Another one of my poems where I put lyrics from different songs together. This only works when I have a REALLY hard time saying how I feel. Tell me what you think. I count 11 different songs in this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;I keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dance&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I'd dance in a storm&lt;br /&gt;In my best dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;What a rush&lt;br /&gt;See you make your way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is going by&lt;br /&gt;So much faster than I&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7522534108304833246?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7522534108304833246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-lyrics-speak-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7522534108304833246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7522534108304833246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-lyrics-speak-for-me.html' title='Writing: Lyrics Speak for Me'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3259368552572730191</id><published>2009-03-02T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:40:14.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I reach out&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Try my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself&lt;br /&gt;Loosing your grip&lt;br /&gt;You promised&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; become distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose you&lt;br /&gt;I can only&lt;br /&gt;reach out so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend&lt;br /&gt;Was it something&lt;br /&gt;I said to you?&lt;br /&gt;I feel us drifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend&lt;br /&gt;I used to be&lt;br /&gt;The first person&lt;br /&gt;You came to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I still need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3259368552572730191?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3259368552572730191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3259368552572730191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3259368552572730191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-best-friend.html' title='Writing: Best Friend'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-1658276080836401458</id><published>2009-02-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:21:53.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week: White Horse</title><content type='html'>So for the song of the week I have choosen "White Horse" by Taylor Swift. It's music video and the lyrics are moving. It's really about the time when your fairy tale thoughts hit reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySqz4USHA4Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySqz4USHA4Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-1658276080836401458?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1658276080836401458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-week-white-horse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1658276080836401458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1658276080836401458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-week-white-horse.html' title='Song of the week: White Horse'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-9211332475594126605</id><published>2009-02-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:00:55.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week: I Dare you to Move</title><content type='html'>Well every friday I have decided to release a song of the week. I will pick a song that has either been in my head all week or that I just really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why friday? Cause friday is my favorite day of the week, even if it means that my break is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 'Dare You to Move' by Switchfoot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK_E7xS7AtQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK_E7xS7AtQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I think we could all use something to push us foreward right now. Some of you are going through some rough times and I myself dare you to move. I am taking this task on myself too =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-9211332475594126605?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9211332475594126605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-week-i-dare-you-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9211332475594126605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9211332475594126605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-week-i-dare-you-to-move.html' title='Song of the week: I Dare you to Move'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6432758843491450861</id><published>2009-02-19T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:45:44.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh... I'm pulling the race card.. or am I?</title><content type='html'>So I was checking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WYOTK's&lt;/span&gt; past videos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WYTOK&lt;/span&gt; stands for the website What You Ought To Know. If you haven't been on this website, then you really should. It's a really amazing site. Anyway, I was checking the past videos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of them caught my eye. It's from may of last year, but it's still great, and because I think you all should watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatyououghttoknow.com/show/2008/05/02/racism/"&gt;http://www.whatyououghttoknow.com/show/2008/05/02/racism/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the point it makes. It seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that we have to pay for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ancestors&lt;/span&gt; mistakes. Just the fact that President Barrack Obama said it was a big day for African Americans everywhere because it means we are moving foreword is racist. I mean think about it, if we really were moving foreword, people wouldn't have voted for him just because he was black. Also it wouldn't be a big day because he was black, it would be a good day because he was becoming president. I am not saying everyone voted for him because he was black, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; you people did. If our United States really wasn't racist and we were moving foreword into a good direction, the fact that he was black wouldn't have come up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equal opportunity, that's what I believe. The fact that African Americans get more money and get a better education down plays them. They are strong people, just like us. It's the same way for women. I think that because I have a better chance at getting my engineering degree than a guy, it down plays me. I want to be out on the field with an equal opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sure we have moved foreword, but we have also started to turn the other way. Tell me what you think, and go by the rules the Brett says in the video. If this post offends you, then you need to take a good look at yourself and flame responsibly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6432758843491450861?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6432758843491450861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh-im-pulling-race-card-or-am-i.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6432758843491450861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6432758843491450861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh-im-pulling-race-card-or-am-i.html' title='Uh oh... I&apos;m pulling the race card.. or am I?'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-25076016053663202</id><published>2009-02-16T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:05:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Don't Need</title><content type='html'>I don't need&lt;br /&gt;More advice&lt;br /&gt;Only I know&lt;br /&gt;What is good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to help&lt;br /&gt;To set me up&lt;br /&gt;I can stand tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Where I have been&lt;br /&gt;What I have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to try&lt;br /&gt;To fix my own problem&lt;br /&gt;They are my problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop&lt;br /&gt;Giving me advice&lt;br /&gt;Seting me up&lt;br /&gt;I can handle myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-25076016053663202?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/25076016053663202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/25076016053663202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/25076016053663202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-dont-need.html' title='Writing: Don&apos;t Need'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5315532037176340827</id><published>2009-02-14T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:01:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day =)</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines day guys. I have a gift for some of you. Look for your name in the archive to the right. This is my way of showing I care and saying thank you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5315532037176340827?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5315532037176340827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5315532037176340827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5315532037176340827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V Day =)'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-7977700279175491662</id><published>2009-02-14T08:57:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:58:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Like a sister&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t do anything&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;Not even any small fights&lt;br /&gt;Can break it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I worry about&lt;br /&gt;Our separation&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;We are strong&lt;br /&gt;You will be here&lt;br /&gt;Till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will I&lt;br /&gt;Best friend ever&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t trade you&lt;br /&gt;For the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7977700279175491662?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7977700279175491662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/amber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7977700279175491662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7977700279175491662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5848314282465120870</id><published>2009-02-14T08:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:57:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elsha</title><content type='html'>My second mom&lt;br /&gt;My advice giver&lt;br /&gt;My gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;My great friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always there&lt;br /&gt;To make sure&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing ok&lt;br /&gt;And having no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always up&lt;br /&gt;For giving advice&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don’t always&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always listening&lt;br /&gt;When I need to be heard&lt;br /&gt;Telling me&lt;br /&gt;To stop being pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FicMom&lt;br /&gt;Love ya chica&lt;br /&gt;Never stop telling&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5848314282465120870?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5848314282465120870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/elsha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5848314282465120870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5848314282465120870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/elsha.html' title='Elsha'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3628211145726209507</id><published>2009-02-14T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:57:22.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrett</title><content type='html'>Listener&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever tell&lt;br /&gt;By first glance&lt;br /&gt;Who you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring&lt;br /&gt;You should show&lt;br /&gt;The world how caring&lt;br /&gt;You truly are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always around&lt;br /&gt;Even at the worst times&lt;br /&gt;Just to listen&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at&lt;br /&gt;The same level&lt;br /&gt;We understand&lt;br /&gt;What we are going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My listener&lt;br /&gt;Never stop listening&lt;br /&gt;Never stop telling me&lt;br /&gt;What brings me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3628211145726209507?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3628211145726209507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/garrett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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think you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A valentine gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;For understanding&lt;br /&gt;Helping me&lt;br /&gt;Through a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;For listening&lt;br /&gt;Giving the input&lt;br /&gt;Just when I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;For cheering me up&lt;br /&gt;Funny jokes&lt;br /&gt;Funny times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Emily&lt;br /&gt;Never stop knowing&lt;br /&gt;That I care&lt;br /&gt;And who cupid really is [ ; ) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7740579896819303149?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7740579896819303149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/emily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7740579896819303149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7740579896819303149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/emily.html' title='Emily'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-2700379761423816569</id><published>2009-02-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:56:06.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficlets Buds</title><content type='html'>To the rest&lt;br /&gt;The amount&lt;br /&gt;Of thank yous needed&lt;br /&gt;Would take years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one grand thank you&lt;br /&gt;Each person brings&lt;br /&gt;Something to the table&lt;br /&gt;Something  I can’t to without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing&lt;br /&gt;You all do&lt;br /&gt;Is make sure&lt;br /&gt;I am heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the best&lt;br /&gt;Gift anyone&lt;br /&gt;Could ever show&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ficlet buddies&lt;br /&gt;Never stop hearing me&lt;br /&gt;I need to when&lt;br /&gt;I am being ridiculous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-2700379761423816569?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2700379761423816569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/ficlets-buds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2700379761423816569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2700379761423816569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/ficlets-buds.html' title='Ficlets Buds'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-8041194251775059291</id><published>2009-02-14T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:54:52.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess</title><content type='html'>This is to&lt;br /&gt;The guy&lt;br /&gt;That will never&lt;br /&gt;Read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to&lt;br /&gt;The guy has a smile&lt;br /&gt;That could make&lt;br /&gt;Anyone smile back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to&lt;br /&gt;The guy that I am&lt;br /&gt;Going after&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to&lt;br /&gt;The guy I act stupid around&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To see the real me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to&lt;br /&gt;The guy I like&lt;br /&gt;Never stop being around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to see where this leads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-8041194251775059291?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8041194251775059291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8041194251775059291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8041194251775059291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess.html' title='Guess'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-9207207509817448349</id><published>2009-02-14T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:54:34.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor</title><content type='html'>Had some rough times&lt;br /&gt;Moved away from that&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can get&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;You’re doing well&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t talked much&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Is just history&lt;br /&gt;I am never&lt;br /&gt;Ever going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hears to you&lt;br /&gt;Taught me a lot&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize&lt;br /&gt;What came out of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out&lt;br /&gt;With an open mind&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that no matter&lt;br /&gt;How hard you fall you can come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-9207207509817448349?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9207207509817448349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/taylor_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9207207509817448349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9207207509817448349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/taylor_14.html' title='Taylor'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-4741933784210883646</id><published>2009-02-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:53:28.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda</title><content type='html'>You give me&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of leg&lt;br /&gt;To stand on&lt;br /&gt;At school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;To tell you&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;Even the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good listener&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;For listening to me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sound ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend&lt;br /&gt;Many inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;From blankets in cars&lt;br /&gt;To talking about your boyfriend (He so is =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might&lt;br /&gt;Have just made you mad&lt;br /&gt;But that’s ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re a good friend anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-4741933784210883646?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4741933784210883646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/amanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4741933784210883646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4741933784210883646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/amanda.html' title='Amanda'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3001310449068422515</id><published>2009-02-13T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:13:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Not Lucky Enough</title><content type='html'>I am so sick&lt;br /&gt;Of all of this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Just give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Just accept that&lt;br /&gt;Things are never &lt;br /&gt;Going to work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;I do things I do&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you&lt;br /&gt;Just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want&lt;br /&gt;Just a guy&lt;br /&gt;That likes me,&lt;br /&gt;I want a good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that will&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Laugh when I need it&lt;br /&gt;Be serious when I dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a good time&lt;br /&gt;Smile because you know&lt;br /&gt;I melt just looking at it&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be&lt;br /&gt;To much to ask for&lt;br /&gt;That must be&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might&lt;br /&gt;Just let go&lt;br /&gt;Of my dwindeling hope&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was lucky enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3001310449068422515?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3001310449068422515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-not-lucky-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3001310449068422515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3001310449068422515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-not-lucky-enough.html' title='Writing: Not Lucky Enough'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-1553498654123083919</id><published>2009-02-12T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:11:37.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: If You...</title><content type='html'>If you knew&lt;br /&gt;How happy&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw&lt;br /&gt;How your smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes me melt&lt;br /&gt;My heart races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realized&lt;br /&gt;That your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are easy to get lost&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you heard&lt;br /&gt;About how&lt;br /&gt;You take&lt;br /&gt;My breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you felt&lt;br /&gt;What I feel&lt;br /&gt;So comforting&lt;br /&gt;Warming and exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew&lt;br /&gt;How I felt&lt;br /&gt;I search for the truth&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes and in your voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-1553498654123083919?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1553498654123083919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1553498654123083919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1553498654123083919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-if-you.html' title='Writing: If You...'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-1948440042189226367</id><published>2009-02-11T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:20:06.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Alone You and Me</title><content type='html'>You feel great&lt;br /&gt;Deep down&lt;br /&gt;About how&lt;br /&gt;You love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down&lt;br /&gt;I love to chase&lt;br /&gt;And hope for&lt;br /&gt;Just something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;You're alone&lt;br /&gt;But not totally&lt;br /&gt;Just differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Alone in every way&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;The chase tires me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't Break off&lt;br /&gt;What hurts you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;Just give up&lt;br /&gt;The fight&lt;br /&gt;Hope is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel love&lt;br /&gt;You see his face&lt;br /&gt;You have butterflies&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy&lt;br /&gt;I fall fast&lt;br /&gt;I try to hard&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference&lt;br /&gt;It hits us the same&lt;br /&gt;But one of us is totally alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-1948440042189226367?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1948440042189226367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-alone-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1948440042189226367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1948440042189226367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-alone-you-and-me.html' title='Writing: Alone You and Me'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-2430954412171850554</id><published>2009-02-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:31:21.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Reality is Never This Good</title><content type='html'>The scene is set&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;You stand out&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;How we got here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get closer&lt;br /&gt;Everything around fades&lt;br /&gt;No background&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands link&lt;br /&gt;And our faces lock&lt;br /&gt;Your brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in for the kiss&lt;br /&gt;Feelings explode&lt;br /&gt;Unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;Could this be a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up&lt;br /&gt;Feeling disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Reality is never this good&lt;br /&gt;It may never be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-2430954412171850554?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2430954412171850554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-reality-is-never-this-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2430954412171850554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2430954412171850554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-reality-is-never-this-good.html' title='Writing: Reality is Never This Good'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-158363630941871448</id><published>2009-02-04T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:55:14.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Llay it all out there&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;To loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more fooling&lt;br /&gt;No more being desperate&lt;br /&gt;No more regrets&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through&lt;br /&gt;Enough and No one&lt;br /&gt;Knows all of it&lt;br /&gt;As much as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm laying&lt;br /&gt;It all out&lt;br /&gt;Going all in&lt;br /&gt;You in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-158363630941871448?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/158363630941871448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/llay-it-all-out-there-just-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What do you do&lt;br /&gt;When your stuck&lt;br /&gt;Between two feelings&lt;br /&gt;That drive you nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your sick&lt;br /&gt;Of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not having&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want&lt;br /&gt;To hear the word&lt;br /&gt;Wait anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to&lt;br /&gt;Fail again&lt;br /&gt;Hear no again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know whether&lt;br /&gt;To move or stand still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-9043713601680456841?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9043713601680456841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-move-or-stand-still.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9043713601680456841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9043713601680456841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-move-or-stand-still.html' title='Writing: Move or Stand Still'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-1270859823417577994</id><published>2009-02-02T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:23:15.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: When Looking Into Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>sometimes I realize&lt;br /&gt;How silly&lt;br /&gt;I am acting&lt;br /&gt;How stupid&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Usually its to late&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuses&lt;br /&gt;For any of it&lt;br /&gt;But I can think&lt;br /&gt;Very clearly&lt;br /&gt;When looking&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-1270859823417577994?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1270859823417577994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-when-looking-into-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1270859823417577994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/1270859823417577994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-when-looking-into-your-eyes.html' title='Writing: When Looking Into Your Eyes'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3164081443022508903</id><published>2009-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:35:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Hard to Wait</title><content type='html'>Hard to wait&lt;br /&gt;When I have been&lt;br /&gt;And nothing good&lt;br /&gt;Has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to sit back&lt;br /&gt;And see others&lt;br /&gt;So happy&lt;br /&gt;Sick of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to not want&lt;br /&gt;What has been kept&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3164081443022508903?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3164081443022508903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-hard-to-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3164081443022508903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3164081443022508903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-hard-to-wait.html' title='Writing: Hard to Wait'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-4513960678663492006</id><published>2009-02-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:25:35.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: From Where I Stand</title><content type='html'>A smile&lt;br /&gt;A laugh&lt;br /&gt;A sweet voice&lt;br /&gt;Something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear&lt;br /&gt;A frown&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; feeling&lt;br /&gt;Somethings never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand&lt;br /&gt;In the middle&lt;br /&gt;New colliding&lt;br /&gt;With old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to finally&lt;br /&gt;Just finally step&lt;br /&gt;Free of the past&lt;br /&gt;Free from hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I can&lt;br /&gt;Not repeat&lt;br /&gt;The same pattern&lt;br /&gt;Need the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont you&lt;br /&gt;Just take me&lt;br /&gt;From where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-4513960678663492006?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4513960678663492006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-from-where-i-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4513960678663492006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/4513960678663492006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-from-where-i-stand.html' title='Writing: From Where I Stand'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6962772341791244790</id><published>2009-01-28T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:51:54.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Know Me</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have to prove myself to you. You should know who I am. You watched me grow up. Why do I have to? Why don't you understand every word that comes out of my mouth? My words have meaning, they are not just fighting words. What I say is who I am, but I shouldn't have to say them. I shouldn't have to sound like a broken record.  I tell you who I am and its like you don't even listen. Why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you make me defend myself, I walk farther way. Don't shut me down because I am getting so far away that I don't want you to be around. But I should, because you are my parents. You should see what this is doing to me. No book can tell you what it does to me. Only I can, but you should know. You should know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6962772341791244790?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6962772341791244790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/should-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6962772341791244790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6962772341791244790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/should-know-me.html' title='Should Know Me'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5548279632061058625</id><published>2009-01-28T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:22:03.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the one&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; looses&lt;br /&gt;When you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not&lt;br /&gt;Not the same&lt;br /&gt;As you are&lt;br /&gt;I am different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; assume&lt;br /&gt;Don't put me&lt;br /&gt;On the defensive&lt;br /&gt;Don't push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will defend&lt;br /&gt;I will push back&lt;br /&gt;And get way farther&lt;br /&gt;Away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick&lt;br /&gt;Of the same&lt;br /&gt;Old song and dance&lt;br /&gt;It gets nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5548279632061058625?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5548279632061058625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-one-that-completely-looses-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5548279632061058625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5548279632061058625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-one-that-completely-looses-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-679458199674448818</id><published>2009-01-24T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:14:41.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Not Rewritten or Redrawn</title><content type='html'>I can't&lt;br /&gt;Redraw or rewrite&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of the past&lt;br /&gt;They are unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our certain situation&lt;br /&gt;Can't be rewritten&lt;br /&gt;Can't be replicated&lt;br /&gt;Barely can be explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can&lt;br /&gt;Draw the picture&lt;br /&gt;We drew&lt;br /&gt;Sketched out what we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erasable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new&lt;br /&gt;Must be written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because feelings&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop&lt;br /&gt;The pages of life&lt;br /&gt;It must be written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we wont be&lt;br /&gt;redrawn the way were&lt;br /&gt;It's in capable&lt;br /&gt;Never can be the same again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-679458199674448818?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/679458199674448818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/679458199674448818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/679458199674448818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing.html' title='Writing: Not Rewritten or Redrawn'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-2365910608351436488</id><published>2009-01-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:03:02.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Feeling Without Pain</title><content type='html'>I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;Without pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stepping&lt;/span&gt; foreword&lt;br /&gt;Not looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;No dwelling&lt;br /&gt;Just hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Take me in&lt;br /&gt;Because it can lift me&lt;br /&gt;Heal my wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Letting&lt;/span&gt; the door open&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lite again&lt;br /&gt;Some that I thought&lt;br /&gt;Was so lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now holding on&lt;br /&gt;To some substance&lt;br /&gt;Its there&lt;br /&gt;I'm will not let go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-2365910608351436488?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2365910608351436488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-feeling-without-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2365910608351436488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/2365910608351436488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-feeling-without-pain.html' title='Writing: Feeling Without Pain'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-3512802818628118323</id><published>2009-01-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:36:47.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: You Taught Me</title><content type='html'>You talk about her&lt;br /&gt;You haven't learnt much&lt;br /&gt;But I have&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tought&lt;/span&gt; me a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;You fall for someone&lt;br /&gt;They might not pick you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;You hold on to something&lt;br /&gt;Something can be nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how shitty&lt;br /&gt;Things are at the time&lt;br /&gt;More feeling doesn't change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;That strong friendships&lt;br /&gt;Can make it through&lt;br /&gt;Past things broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;To leave the past behind&lt;br /&gt;Because when moving foreword&lt;br /&gt;It makes you trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing you&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't teach me is&lt;br /&gt;That you need to let go&lt;br /&gt;Because time moves on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is someone&lt;br /&gt;With substance&lt;br /&gt;That causes light&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest tunnel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-3512802818628118323?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3512802818628118323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-you-taught-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3512802818628118323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/3512802818628118323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-you-taught-me.html' title='Writing: You Taught Me'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-7099689282813339254</id><published>2009-01-23T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:48:26.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: READ THIS, I am Going to Live by This Now</title><content type='html'>I got this from my US Government teacher. It's kinda odd that a Government teacher would give this out, but I found it amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken that the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you shouldn't be eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you should always leave loved ones with loving well wishes. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we don't have to change friends, if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you either control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, that passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That heroes are the people who do whaat has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, wil be the ones who help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That even thought you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-7099689282813339254?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7099689282813339254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-read-this-i-am-going-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7099689282813339254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/7099689282813339254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-read-this-i-am-going-to-live-by.html' title='Life: READ THIS, I am Going to Live by This Now'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6629983005568544956</id><published>2009-01-18T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:20:47.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting: We Have to Plan For a Terrorist Attack!?</title><content type='html'>I just saw a commercial about how we should all plan for a terrorist attack. That makes me feel safe. Doesn't it make you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you really plan for one? It could be anywhere. What are you going to do? Meet up somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like were some poor socialist 3rd world country. We actually have to plan for a terrorist attack. What surprises me the most is ABC Family has this commercial playing every commercial run through. So kids run to their parents an say, "Hy mommy how do we plan for a terrorist attack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how would you plan for a terrorist attack if say the city closest to you is being blown up and you can see planes flying over head? Post your answers in the comments, I would love to hear your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; nuclear bomb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt; where little Billy is saved by ducking and covering under his desk. Because a desk could really save your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy aka Blusparrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6629983005568544956?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6629983005568544956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-we-have-to-plan-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6629983005568544956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6629983005568544956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-we-have-to-plan-for.html' title='Interesting: We Have to Plan For a Terrorist Attack!?'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-9069493814594055302</id><published>2009-01-16T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:56:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: Don't Want to be Right</title><content type='html'>Don’t Want to be Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew it&lt;br /&gt;The way she talked&lt;br /&gt;That you two&lt;br /&gt;Would become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m right&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t want&lt;br /&gt;To see it&lt;br /&gt;I never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the point&lt;br /&gt;In being right&lt;br /&gt;If I’m the lonely one&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the happy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is holding you&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would be me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wanted&lt;br /&gt;It to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t&lt;br /&gt;Want it to be&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beating&lt;br /&gt;I have taken&lt;br /&gt;This is not something&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be right about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to live&lt;br /&gt;With the choice I made&lt;br /&gt;I knew it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy aka Blusparrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-9069493814594055302?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9069493814594055302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-dont-want-to-be-right.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9069493814594055302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/9069493814594055302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-dont-want-to-be-right.html' title='Writing: Don&apos;t Want to be Right'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-6828785619875399465</id><published>2009-01-16T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:55:07.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: I will post things written here for now</title><content type='html'>So since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ficlets&lt;/span&gt; has closed *tear*, I need a place to post what I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt;. I have decided to use this place because it is my own. I will use this place until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ficly&lt;/span&gt; comes out. So here is the poem that I would have posted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ficlets&lt;/span&gt; today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Would Suck Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;That when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Things would turn out&lt;br /&gt;The way they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems&lt;br /&gt;That a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;It has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been an experience&lt;br /&gt;That I could only share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else&lt;br /&gt;Would have stuck around&lt;br /&gt;No one else&lt;br /&gt;Would have said what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger than ever&lt;br /&gt;I won’t break&lt;br /&gt;The same way I have before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stick around some more&lt;br /&gt;Because life&lt;br /&gt;Would really suck&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy aka Blusparrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-6828785619875399465?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6828785619875399465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-i-will-post-things-written-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6828785619875399465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/6828785619875399465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-i-will-post-things-written-here.html' title='Life: I will post things written here for now'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-5213958515203353959</id><published>2009-01-02T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:07:16.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video: One Year in 40 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmIFXIXQQ_E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmIFXIXQQ_E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cool and calming. The birds chirping adds to the calm. Kinda shows how even though 2008 was full of surprises, ups, and downs, there was some calm. Something that you could just look back at and watch. That is why I showed the video. I hope it calms you down as much as it did for me. Maybe it just bored you, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blusparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-5213958515203353959?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5213958515203353959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/video-one-year-in-40-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5213958515203353959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/5213958515203353959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/video-one-year-in-40-seconds.html' title='Video: One Year in 40 Seconds'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924052246306161083.post-8166700579546049036</id><published>2009-01-01T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:07:22.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: First Blog Entry, Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone and happy new year. As you can tell this is my first blog post. I thought I would start of the new year with starting my own blog. In this blog I will post some cool stuff, some funny stuff, some informative stuff, and some stuff that is combinations of stuff. That is a lot of stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to really get into my personal stuff, read my poems and short stories on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ficlets&lt;/span&gt;. No, we will not talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ficlets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;expiration&lt;/span&gt;. That is to sad to even mention. Anyways I would like to know what you think of my writing so if you ever check it out let me know. If your a fellow F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;icleter&lt;/span&gt; let me know also. I do have my inner circle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ficlets&lt;/span&gt; friends but it's always nice to meet more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well moving on. As the year starts up, I have made some changes to my life. At this new outlook on life along comes a new hair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286483328382921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV1clANJ6iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S-BJ6XIm7ik/s320/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Better than just straighting my hair. I also have made some resolutions! The list is not fully made, but I have some so far. The first one is get off an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coaster which I am working on as we speak. Ya, we wont get to much into that one. Secondly, I am picking up yoga again. I kind of lost track of yoga with school and other things but I am picking it back up again. Third, I am going to have more fun. By fun I mean get out of the house more and hang out with my friends. That is all I have so far, but I should come up with more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I have bored you with my resolutions and my new hair style, I'll finish this entry with more information about this blog. I will blog entry quiet a bit, unless no one decides to read it then it will become pointless. Well, I am off to finish editing this blog some more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Blusparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924052246306161083-8166700579546049036?l=blusparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8166700579546049036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-first-blog-entry-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8166700579546049036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8924052246306161083/posts/default/8166700579546049036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusparrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-first-blog-entry-happy-new-year.html' title='Life: First Blog Entry, Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Blusparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10357437635598886801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV4nIoPFEcI/AAAAAAAAABA/X7f8hoN0vKI/S220/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6y_Zdq7So/SV1clANJ6iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S-BJ6XIm7ik/s72-c/IMG_1267_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
