<?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-6267496</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:20:29.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angel in disguise</title><subtitle type='html'>agam-agam...my thoughts exactly!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-110917178989281064</id><published>2005-02-23T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T07:16:29.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blues</title><summary type='text'>lately i have been feeling so down, alone and restless.  there are so many things happening right now, but i couldn't seem to get hold of everything.  for some reason, my hormones are shooting up and down, shifting from a happy girl to a depressed individual, who would rather inflict pain to herself by thinking not-so-happy thoughts.  damn it, what's happening to me?  i don't like being like this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/110917178989281064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/110917178989281064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917178989281064' title='the blues'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-110691071681044409</id><published>2005-01-28T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:11:56.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my one true angel</title><summary type='text'>I am deeply in love.It has been quite a while since I poured out my heart’s deepest feelings in a blog.  I  have been so busy mending my broken heart, up until last year I thought I’d travel in a paved road, but it remained rough.  And now I want to declare, that the angel I found was truly the one I searched for.  That angel was just lurking all the while, and now I have fallen so deeply  in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/110691071681044409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/110691071681044409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110691071681044409' title='my one true angel'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-108462983830012206</id><published>2004-05-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T07:03:58.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lump</title><summary type='text'>it's been a while since i spilled my thoughts onto a blog.  this is a spot.  i used to have a spot in my lungs..but got over it, cured it.  and today when i woke up in the morning, i noticed a spot in my breast that has a big lump in it.  fear washed over, but i regained my composure lying in a bed that wasn't my own.  instead of enjoying that lovely morning upon waking up in the summer capital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/108462983830012206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/108462983830012206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462983830012206' title='lump'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107909367052534669</id><published>2004-03-12T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T04:17:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwind</title><summary type='text'>been out of touch with the net for awhile...i missed spilling my brain into the blog.  a lot of things happened, giving me more thoughts to think about.  haaayyy...life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107909367052534669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107909367052534669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107909367052534669' title='whirlwind'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107509433208849978</id><published>2004-01-25T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T21:20:59.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity</title><summary type='text'>i just recently finished paolo coelho's VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE.  it's a very interesting book, which triggered a lot of intriguing questions in my head.  there was an anecdote there that referred to people outside mental hospitals as more insane than the ones confined inside the hospitals.  really dunno how to explain it, but what really appealed to me is that, all people have their own way of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107509433208849978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107509433208849978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509433208849978' title='insanity'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107396996807038233</id><published>2004-01-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:15:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the soundtrack of my life</title><summary type='text'>looking at my music collection, i realized there were songs or certain music that plays in the background of my everyday life--or the most important happenings in my life...ALL BEHIND US NOW (Patti Austin)-for all the ex-friends, ex-partners, ex-what-have-yous in my life.  i hear them at the right moment.  somehow i share this with my friend back in college, who even took the extra time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107396996807038233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107396996807038233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396996807038233' title='the soundtrack of my life'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107362069675288429</id><published>2004-01-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:58:36.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies</title><summary type='text'>checked my watch this morning, and i realized how time is flying by so fast.  next thing i know it would be valentine's day already.  and then my birthday, and then my brother's birthday, and then...it's christmas again? phew...sometimes i just wish time would just stop.  at a standstill.  i wish it would just freeze when i'm with my special someone, or when i'm savoring the dinner mint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107362069675288429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107362069675288429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362069675288429' title='how time flies'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107343433397893682</id><published>2004-01-06T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:12:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>colds and trash</title><summary type='text'>last night i came home from a rehearsal, dead tired, and found the house in a mess.  candy wrappers strewn all over the floor, my cousin's bag lying beside the couch, dirty dishes, and videos lying all over the place.  it was unsightly..and it brought my BP to a much higher rate.  i was in a good mood even if i was tired, but the sight really pissed me off.  i'd have to talk to my cousin to tidy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107343433397893682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107343433397893682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343433397893682' title='colds and trash'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107327367424724840</id><published>2004-01-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:34:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and me against the world</title><summary type='text'>have you ever had that feeling when you just woke up and feel that you are so alone?  everything is just so quiet, and nothing seems to move except you.  you have all the emotions inside you mixed up... they're clogged!  sometimes you don't even know what to feel, they're all there!i guess sometimes you just have to choose what to feel.  you can choose to feel angry...yesterday i felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107327367424724840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107327367424724840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327367424724840' title='me and me against the world'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107311672867032935</id><published>2004-01-02T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:59:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"thank you for calling..."here i am again, in this cold building on a saturday.  didn't plan on bringing my weary self to work today..but they needed the help, and i just can't say no.in truth, i am enjoying it here.  i kinda love this job.  talking to people, cajoling them into getting "the best direct tv satellite" they could ever get!"...we hope you enjoy your satellite experience!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107311672867032935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107311672867032935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemai.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311672867032935' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756064501987928285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267496.post-107302560958153459</id><published>2004-01-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:36:52.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels must have fallen like rain</title><summary type='text'>i've had dealings with angels lately.  people who are so damn kind, you don't know what hit you.  extreme generosity.  all-out love.  they must have fallen from above...or probably just sent down to be with you, commiserate with you-love you, hug you--keep you warm.  may not be present, but you can smell, feel and taste 'em everywhere.my friend has an angel.  one he really found, but then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267496/posts/default/107302560958153459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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