<?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-31209041</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:37:25.718-08:00</updated><category term='lovehurts'/><category term='poem'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='apology'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='woman'/><category term='being in love'/><category term='aging'/><category term='heart'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='lost love'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='love and care'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='decision'/><category term='expressions'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='loving you'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='hope. love'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='loving'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='love'/><category term='oriah'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>memoirs of lyza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7521213797631985124</id><published>2011-04-20T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:26:07.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-HkGB1zjI/AAAAAAAAQVs/mmNfSJQ2u18/s1600-h/fo-duc57u%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="fo-duc57u" border="0" alt="fo-duc57u" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-HrOTDIyI/AAAAAAAAQVw/Yv01T3b7-jw/fo-duc57u_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="499"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets &lt;p&gt;From the movie &lt;a href="http://lovequote.com/movie-quotes/titanic-movie-quotes.php"&gt;TITANIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7521213797631985124?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7521213797631985124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7521213797631985124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7521213797631985124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7521213797631985124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2011/04/womans-heart-is-deep-ocean-of-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-HrOTDIyI/AAAAAAAAQVw/Yv01T3b7-jw/s72-c/fo-duc57u_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6426241200058719328</id><published>2011-04-20T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:09:09.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-DicQvLHI/AAAAAAAAQVk/KduYWfz7jl0/s1600-h/fo-gmm96y%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="fo-gmm96y" border="0" alt="fo-gmm96y" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-DsypMfNI/AAAAAAAAQVo/hwj6ikKaPTE/fo-gmm96y_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="508"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no such thing as a no good woman. Every no good woman was made no good by a no good man.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6426241200058719328?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6426241200058719328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6426241200058719328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6426241200058719328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6426241200058719328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-no-such-thing-as-no-good-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-DsypMfNI/AAAAAAAAQVo/hwj6ikKaPTE/s72-c/fo-gmm96y_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-699976186601859611</id><published>2011-04-20T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:03:34.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovehurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-CUw98uFI/AAAAAAAAQVY/5-WklgTdJnw/s1600-h/fo-drg23a%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="fo-drg23a" border="0" alt="fo-drg23a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-CZC6zfKI/AAAAAAAAQVc/uFm8tEwFIcM/fo-drg23a_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="296"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-699976186601859611?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/699976186601859611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=699976186601859611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/699976186601859611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/699976186601859611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-will-never-know-true-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Ta-CZC6zfKI/AAAAAAAAQVc/uFm8tEwFIcM/s72-c/fo-drg23a_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-882358971986708657</id><published>2010-09-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:37:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuK2DxtdII/AAAAAAAAQOY/GXawLHbOmY0/s1600/video2-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuK2DxtdII/AAAAAAAAQOY/GXawLHbOmY0/s400/video2-32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515654829976679554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What  did i do that you can't seem to want me?  Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?  Where can i go that your picture won't haunt me?  What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-882358971986708657?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/882358971986708657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=882358971986708657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/882358971986708657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/882358971986708657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-did-i-do-that-you-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuK2DxtdII/AAAAAAAAQOY/GXawLHbOmY0/s72-c/video2-32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5914243068327805110</id><published>2010-09-11T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:19:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuKKr8m9qI/AAAAAAAAQOQ/GepeEhe98fI/s1600/video2-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuKKr8m9qI/AAAAAAAAQOQ/GepeEhe98fI/s400/video2-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515654084845565602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In love,  it's good to listen to friends advices and judgment for they  fill in the   blindness we refuse to see. It's good to decide when all ideas come in hand for it leads us to right decisions,  but you know  what?  It's still best to listen, follow and decide with your own heart and judgment.  Keep this mind...  the love of two individuals can only be felt by the heart that beats,  not the eyes of others...  so when loving,  learn to listen but decide on your  own...  after all, you know what can make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5914243068327805110?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5914243068327805110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5914243068327805110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5914243068327805110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5914243068327805110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-love-its-good-to-listen-to-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuKKr8m9qI/AAAAAAAAQOQ/GepeEhe98fI/s72-c/video2-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4548674120870538171</id><published>2010-09-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:43:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuGo1rmsaI/AAAAAAAAQOA/i4K5a9EjXyo/s1600/bpg-ggo13e%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuGo1rmsaI/AAAAAAAAQOA/i4K5a9EjXyo/s400/bpg-ggo13e%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515650204808163746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love  is much like a  tattoo.  You take the risk, face the pain  and yet place it in a special part of you.  And when the time comes that you need to erase it,  you have to endure again the pain   and realize that it will forever leave a scar.  A scar that will always remind you, that you  once had a tattoo.  A tattoo that for sometime symbolized something so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4548674120870538171?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4548674120870538171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4548674120870538171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4548674120870538171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4548674120870538171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is-much-like-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuGo1rmsaI/AAAAAAAAQOA/i4K5a9EjXyo/s72-c/bpg-ggo13e%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5502383331495548695</id><published>2010-09-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:09:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuIrv-tppI/AAAAAAAAQOI/kLowYFnq72c/s1600/fo-nmk77s%2B%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuIrv-tppI/AAAAAAAAQOI/kLowYFnq72c/s400/fo-nmk77s%2B%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515652453840561810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sometimes, i want to let the hands of the clock be stopped everytime i'm happy...  i wanna hide the hour glass just to make myself believe that moments would not end...  but i never did such,  for i realized,  there are also those who wanted the hands of the clock move...  for  every strike of it would mean a little recovery from pains   for those who had bad memories in the past   and wishes that the hands of the clock will tick faster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5502383331495548695?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5502383331495548695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5502383331495548695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5502383331495548695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5502383331495548695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-want-to-let-hands-of-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuIrv-tppI/AAAAAAAAQOI/kLowYFnq72c/s72-c/fo-nmk77s%2B%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2885858637498746530</id><published>2010-09-10T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:37:19.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuFaii-FUI/AAAAAAAAQN4/ck8Uz0VObD8/s1600/bpg-onb68o%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuFaii-FUI/AAAAAAAAQN4/ck8Uz0VObD8/s400/bpg-onb68o%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515648859641877826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think twice before leaving a space in someone's heart  cause its painful to realize in the end  how much you miss that space  and decided to go back  only to find out that SOMEONE HAD TAKEN YOUR PLACE!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2885858637498746530?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2885858637498746530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2885858637498746530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2885858637498746530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2885858637498746530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/think-twice-before-leaving-space-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuFaii-FUI/AAAAAAAAQN4/ck8Uz0VObD8/s72-c/bpg-onb68o%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7116704612969394242</id><published>2010-09-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:32:57.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuEr2fVZfI/AAAAAAAAQNw/CToGO8UNyTU/s1600/video2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuEr2fVZfI/AAAAAAAAQNw/CToGO8UNyTU/s400/video2-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515648057541486066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..People  get hurt with love because they try to deny it's existence or it's  absence. Don't make things complicated for it is hard to find an  answer. If you love each other, build up a relationship where in you  will both find true happiness. If you know love has faded just let go  and don't dream as if there is still chance for love to come back.  Because the more you deny what's inside your heart, the more pain you  are trying to catch ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7116704612969394242?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7116704612969394242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7116704612969394242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7116704612969394242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7116704612969394242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuEr2fVZfI/AAAAAAAAQNw/CToGO8UNyTU/s72-c/video2-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1730998222215637316</id><published>2010-09-10T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:28:19.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuDQv4lW1I/AAAAAAAAQNo/hiHg--NWcnU/s1600/video2-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuDQv4lW1I/AAAAAAAAQNo/hiHg--NWcnU/s400/video2-65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515646492400245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pretending you don't feel  anything for someone   is like convincing yourself that you could probably  deny the only thing you can be sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1730998222215637316?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1730998222215637316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1730998222215637316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1730998222215637316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1730998222215637316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/pretending-you-dont-feel-anything-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuDQv4lW1I/AAAAAAAAQNo/hiHg--NWcnU/s72-c/video2-65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7252050574025370276</id><published>2010-09-09T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:16:43.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt-MXagX4I/AAAAAAAAQNY/TPxlwuU79w4/s1600/bpg-eff69o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt-MXagX4I/AAAAAAAAQNY/TPxlwuU79w4/s400/bpg-eff69o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515640919554023298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... one can  not question the existence of feelings, they are there, raw and  undeniable. but one can choose to not nurture what is felt. yet, no  matter what they say, what has been felt will always be more honest than  what was chosen. hence, true realities are not  built by the mind but by the heart ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7252050574025370276?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7252050574025370276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7252050574025370276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7252050574025370276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7252050574025370276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt-MXagX4I/AAAAAAAAQNY/TPxlwuU79w4/s72-c/bpg-eff69o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3313442176760038567</id><published>2010-09-09T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:22:54.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuCWZdkHaI/AAAAAAAAQNg/Lc3KuvGQzgY/s1600/video2-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuCWZdkHaI/AAAAAAAAQNg/Lc3KuvGQzgY/s400/video2-45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515645489948925346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;... it hurts  when the one you love left you and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you deserve someone better&lt;/span&gt;", then all you can say is,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "maybe i do"&lt;/span&gt;, but deep inside you are crying  cause you know you can't find better if you already found the best ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3313442176760038567?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3313442176760038567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3313442176760038567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3313442176760038567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3313442176760038567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIuCWZdkHaI/AAAAAAAAQNg/Lc3KuvGQzgY/s72-c/video2-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1406934810424296140</id><published>2010-09-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:17:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt4wu8-YaI/AAAAAAAAQNQ/y3DYUAQFthY/s1600/bpg-b-avw-Jessica+White+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt4wu8-YaI/AAAAAAAAQNQ/y3DYUAQFthY/s400/bpg-b-avw-Jessica+White+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515634947278135714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we deny that  we are tired, we deny that we are scared, we deny how badly we want to  succeed, and most importantly, we deny that we are in denial. we only  see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it  works. we lie to ourselves so much that we can't recognize the truth  right in front of our faces ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1406934810424296140?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1406934810424296140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1406934810424296140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1406934810424296140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1406934810424296140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TIt4wu8-YaI/AAAAAAAAQNQ/y3DYUAQFthY/s72-c/bpg-b-avw-Jessica+White+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-244473275641950253</id><published>2010-08-21T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:35:26.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBeZCSBekI/AAAAAAAAQJk/Feju-h9pv4A/s1600/fo-efr34q%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBeZCSBekI/AAAAAAAAQJk/Feju-h9pv4A/s400/fo-efr34q%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508006128476322370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... what  makes life exciting? it's the fact that you are given the strength and  courage to fight a losing battle... although all you wanted to do is  surrender ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-244473275641950253?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/244473275641950253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=244473275641950253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/244473275641950253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/244473275641950253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBeZCSBekI/AAAAAAAAQJk/Feju-h9pv4A/s72-c/fo-efr34q%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2499841016397546405</id><published>2010-08-21T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:35:05.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBfPUwZXCI/AAAAAAAAQJs/Kzrc4elkfnc/s1600/artwork2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBfPUwZXCI/AAAAAAAAQJs/Kzrc4elkfnc/s400/artwork2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508007061148490786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;loving him was one thing i am afraid of...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;and i was right...  &lt;br /&gt;it hurts...     so bad...  &lt;br /&gt;but i thank  him...     why?  &lt;br /&gt;because of him...      i learned to let go...  &lt;br /&gt;he even thought me what love really is...  &lt;br /&gt;and now i know...  &lt;br /&gt;"it was never him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2499841016397546405?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2499841016397546405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2499841016397546405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2499841016397546405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2499841016397546405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/loving-him-was-one-thing-i-am-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBfPUwZXCI/AAAAAAAAQJs/Kzrc4elkfnc/s72-c/artwork2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6227026826443988079</id><published>2010-08-21T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:14:37.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdsmMGyZI/AAAAAAAAQJc/G4OAVyNLNfc/s1600/fo-dtm15r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdsmMGyZI/AAAAAAAAQJc/G4OAVyNLNfc/s400/fo-dtm15r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508005365021067666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;some romances end for all kinds of reason.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but when all is said and done,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;they have one thing in common:  they are shooting stars;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; a fleeting glimpse of eternity,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and in a flash...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;they are  gone...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6227026826443988079?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6227026826443988079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6227026826443988079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6227026826443988079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6227026826443988079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-romances-end-for-all-kinds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdsmMGyZI/AAAAAAAAQJc/G4OAVyNLNfc/s72-c/fo-dtm15r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-8715375270025572352</id><published>2010-08-21T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:12:47.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdI93XshI/AAAAAAAAQJU/QsNJ86ckiPQ/s1600/fo-dth44r%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdI93XshI/AAAAAAAAQJU/QsNJ86ckiPQ/s400/fo-dth44r%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004752901255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; we always search for answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;because we want to prove ourselves  that  we had the right decisions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but the truth is we can't search for what's  not there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;things happen because they are meant to happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that's why  we forgive  people,  even if they hurt us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;we love people who don't love us   and  we smile despite every painful crash in our hearts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;at the end of the  day,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the lesson you get are the answers to your decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#bf00bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-8715375270025572352?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/8715375270025572352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=8715375270025572352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8715375270025572352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8715375270025572352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBdI93XshI/AAAAAAAAQJU/QsNJ86ckiPQ/s72-c/fo-dth44r%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5160131308465262980</id><published>2010-08-21T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:09:14.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBXlyU2g8I/AAAAAAAAQJM/yJKXWJ12u8Y/s1600/fo-trv33e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBXlyU2g8I/AAAAAAAAQJM/yJKXWJ12u8Y/s400/fo-trv33e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507998650950124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..there will be days when you get home from a party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and forget what the  fun was about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or have a very long, intimate conversation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yet feel  there are still words left unspoken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or embrace your special someone,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yet never have the strength to say you care so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;life tells us that  happiness is never absolute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so while it's still there, seize the  moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cause it may never come again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="font-family: georgia;" size="1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5160131308465262980?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5160131308465262980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5160131308465262980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5160131308465262980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5160131308465262980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/THBXlyU2g8I/AAAAAAAAQJM/yJKXWJ12u8Y/s72-c/fo-trv33e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1008259582536431703</id><published>2010-08-12T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:10:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS3djrZzaI/AAAAAAAAQIE/lYVdMEmbYU8/s1600/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS3djrZzaI/AAAAAAAAQIE/lYVdMEmbYU8/s400/photo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504726362974965154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I possess a charming beauty that makes testosterone and estrogen dance like a lighted watusi. I wreck havoc on everyone's libido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1008259582536431703?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1008259582536431703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1008259582536431703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1008259582536431703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1008259582536431703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-possess-charming-beauty-that-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS3djrZzaI/AAAAAAAAQIE/lYVdMEmbYU8/s72-c/photo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5004285847866712000</id><published>2010-08-12T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:04:29.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS2IHYbBhI/AAAAAAAAQH8/OvMTPhBopME/s1600/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS2IHYbBhI/AAAAAAAAQH8/OvMTPhBopME/s400/photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504724895090279954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have a rather odd feeling that the more I see you the more I like you and the more I like you the more I want to show you things and get reactions on things. But of course, I could always play safe and withdraw myself into a protective little shell so I won't feel too sad when you weary of my company and browses in greener fields. Ah, me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5004285847866712000?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5004285847866712000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5004285847866712000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5004285847866712000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5004285847866712000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-rather-odd-feeling-that-more-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS2IHYbBhI/AAAAAAAAQH8/OvMTPhBopME/s72-c/photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7226127088770287281</id><published>2010-08-12T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:57:46.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS0iyDsa4I/AAAAAAAAQH0/_pa2FPv6yRA/s1600/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS0iyDsa4I/AAAAAAAAQH0/_pa2FPv6yRA/s400/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504723154199407490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How can you be profoundly intimate with someone who maybe profoundly intimate with someone else? Not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7226127088770287281?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7226127088770287281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7226127088770287281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7226127088770287281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7226127088770287281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-can-you-be-profoundly-intimate-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGS0iyDsa4I/AAAAAAAAQH0/_pa2FPv6yRA/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4599853199244965459</id><published>2010-08-12T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:52:39.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGSzT-hD5fI/AAAAAAAAQHs/rfpqJTqPqKI/s1600/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGSzT-hD5fI/AAAAAAAAQHs/rfpqJTqPqKI/s400/photo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504721800334140914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A woman who thinks she needs a man to make her feel complete must be an 18th century sucker. Really, it is the 21st century. At least I am lucky that will never be my consignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4599853199244965459?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4599853199244965459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4599853199244965459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4599853199244965459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4599853199244965459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/woman-who-thinks-she-needs-man-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TGSzT-hD5fI/AAAAAAAAQHs/rfpqJTqPqKI/s72-c/photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1344892616125250400</id><published>2010-08-08T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:54:20.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6QDJKLl8I/AAAAAAAAQHY/nh0grXnqCKc/s1600/fo-xjj96y%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6QDJKLl8I/AAAAAAAAQHY/nh0grXnqCKc/s320/fo-xjj96y%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502994178365953986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, we get scared when we loose the person we loved most. but the  truth is, its theire loss, because they left the one person who wouldn't  give up on them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1344892616125250400?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1344892616125250400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1344892616125250400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1344892616125250400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1344892616125250400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-we-get-scared-when-we-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6QDJKLl8I/AAAAAAAAQHY/nh0grXnqCKc/s72-c/fo-xjj96y%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-8012011487990684240</id><published>2010-08-08T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T04:06:02.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6Pf8c06RI/AAAAAAAAQHQ/Xrc0lmtLwe0/s1600/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6Pf8c06RI/AAAAAAAAQHQ/Xrc0lmtLwe0/s400/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502993573659076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a strong girl who knows how to keep her stuff in line and even when I  have tears going down my face I still manage to say those two words -  I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-8012011487990684240?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/8012011487990684240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=8012011487990684240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8012011487990684240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8012011487990684240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-strong-girl-who-knows-how-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TF6Pf8c06RI/AAAAAAAAQHQ/Xrc0lmtLwe0/s72-c/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-8125477595000130423</id><published>2010-08-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:55:19.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFpdS18MQ9I/AAAAAAAAQGs/hZBQWEIzHq0/s1600/DSC00867_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFpdS18MQ9I/AAAAAAAAQGs/hZBQWEIzHq0/s400/DSC00867_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501812473085051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting through each day without hearing your voice is hard to do yet I force myself constantly  to do the right thing - to keep holding on and fight all odds even when in fear and alone. You have no  clue how much I miss you. It's you, who make me want to smile. You make me want to dance. You make me want to live. Giving me a second chance I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-8125477595000130423?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/8125477595000130423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=8125477595000130423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8125477595000130423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8125477595000130423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-through-each-day-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFpdS18MQ9I/AAAAAAAAQGs/hZBQWEIzHq0/s72-c/DSC00867_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1116766838417088694</id><published>2010-08-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:55:33.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oriah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFjygMpTJ2I/AAAAAAAAP9s/5TTTzP8nBF4/s1600/invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFjygMpTJ2I/AAAAAAAAP9s/5TTTzP8nBF4/s320/invitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501413579797243746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened&lt;br /&gt;by life’s betrayals&lt;br /&gt;or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own&lt;br /&gt;without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy&lt;br /&gt;mine or your own if you can dance with wildness&lt;br /&gt;and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;without cautioning us to be careful&lt;br /&gt;to be realistic&lt;br /&gt;to remember the limitations&lt;br /&gt;of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day.&lt;br /&gt;And if you can source your own life from its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure&lt;br /&gt;yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;from the book The Invitation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1116766838417088694?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1116766838417088694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1116766838417088694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1116766838417088694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1116766838417088694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFjygMpTJ2I/AAAAAAAAP9s/5TTTzP8nBF4/s72-c/invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-9018424155674782049</id><published>2010-08-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:10:59.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWOaYES8RI/AAAAAAAAP9I/1QXK8x-aM1g/s1600/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWOaYES8RI/AAAAAAAAP9I/1QXK8x-aM1g/s320/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500459103691141394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So often we expect to be somehow rescued from our loneliness and that can be like waiting for a bus on a corner where buses never stop anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-9018424155674782049?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/9018424155674782049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=9018424155674782049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/9018424155674782049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/9018424155674782049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-often-we-expect-to-be-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWOaYES8RI/AAAAAAAAP9I/1QXK8x-aM1g/s72-c/fo-wgs66v%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2214905902841742931</id><published>2010-08-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:05:34.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWND3-HAzI/AAAAAAAAP9A/RPcWS1oDaVE/s1600/fo-kjo88n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWND3-HAzI/AAAAAAAAP9A/RPcWS1oDaVE/s320/fo-kjo88n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500457617606509362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In love, never put yourself in a situation where you are not sure where you stand in a person's life. Never assume, never expect...so that if that person chooses to drop you, you have enough strength to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2214905902841742931?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2214905902841742931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2214905902841742931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2214905902841742931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2214905902841742931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-love-never-put-yourself-in-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFWND3-HAzI/AAAAAAAAP9A/RPcWS1oDaVE/s72-c/fo-kjo88n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3209385397800792147</id><published>2010-07-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:55:03.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope. love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUFPyrDNyI/AAAAAAAAP7g/-jDsez5-jd4/s1600/fo-bkk13e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUFPyrDNyI/AAAAAAAAP7g/-jDsez5-jd4/s320/fo-bkk13e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308288761444130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believe in the promise of love no matter how long the term and how far the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3209385397800792147?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3209385397800792147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3209385397800792147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3209385397800792147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3209385397800792147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/heart-truly-in-love-never-loses-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUFPyrDNyI/AAAAAAAAP7g/-jDsez5-jd4/s72-c/fo-bkk13e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2599645587397592371</id><published>2010-07-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:56:01.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT4vNVs_hI/AAAAAAAAP6Y/bxZINNG-hZw/s1600/fo-ncw24c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT4vNVs_hI/AAAAAAAAP6Y/bxZINNG-hZw/s320/fo-ncw24c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500294534844448274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss the times we used to share...the things we used to do...the conversations we used to have, most of all, it's you that I really miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2599645587397592371?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2599645587397592371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2599645587397592371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2599645587397592371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2599645587397592371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-times-we-used-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT4vNVs_hI/AAAAAAAAP6Y/bxZINNG-hZw/s72-c/fo-ncw24c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7688585237974393262</id><published>2010-07-31T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:56:59.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovehurts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFTpuHMNzvI/AAAAAAAAP5w/eHoot3yDsAc/s1600/fo-joo08n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFTpuHMNzvI/AAAAAAAAP5w/eHoot3yDsAc/s320/fo-joo08n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500278023339757298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Standing here alone, I wait for you. Never knowing if you'll come. Praying you will. Expecting you to change your mind. I know you love me, but you live with her... some things I can't understand. I probably pray to the wrong gods. Because I don't know if there's a patron saint for woman like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7688585237974393262?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7688585237974393262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7688585237974393262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7688585237974393262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7688585237974393262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/standing-here-alone-i-wait-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFTpuHMNzvI/AAAAAAAAP5w/eHoot3yDsAc/s72-c/fo-joo08n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3629329832330663672</id><published>2010-07-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:57:33.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUMaXo7ugI/AAAAAAAAP8A/Ysnp_0NFfZw/s1600/fo-bbf44g%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUMaXo7ugI/AAAAAAAAP8A/Ysnp_0NFfZw/s320/fo-bbf44g%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500316167064762882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Relax...imagine floating like a cork in the water. Open yourself up to the universe and pray that good things come your way. See where it takes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3629329832330663672?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3629329832330663672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3629329832330663672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3629329832330663672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3629329832330663672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUMaXo7ugI/AAAAAAAAP8A/Ysnp_0NFfZw/s72-c/fo-bbf44g%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-939013355340350184</id><published>2010-07-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:54:30.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>I Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV7V9KTRqI/AAAAAAAAP84/Uk0JwC7H75o/s1600/fo-yrx36t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV7V9KTRqI/AAAAAAAAP84/Uk0JwC7H75o/s320/fo-yrx36t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500438137028167330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That no matter how good friends are, they are going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down are the ones to help you get back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That sometimes when I am angry I have the right to be angry but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That maturity has more to do with what kinds of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to forgive yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-939013355340350184?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/939013355340350184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=939013355340350184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/939013355340350184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/939013355340350184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-believe.html' title='I Believe...'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV7V9KTRqI/AAAAAAAAP84/Uk0JwC7H75o/s72-c/fo-yrx36t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-8564558596157772813</id><published>2010-07-18T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:53:44.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUHv0wB3eI/AAAAAAAAP7w/bFKvWdsXMWw/s1600/fo-euo88b%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUHv0wB3eI/AAAAAAAAP7w/bFKvWdsXMWw/s320/fo-euo88b%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500311038098267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I saw your picture today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Soulful eyes you have I would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Looking through them any price I would pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sketch them in my mind if I had my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-8564558596157772813?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/8564558596157772813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=8564558596157772813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8564558596157772813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8564558596157772813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-your-picture-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUHv0wB3eI/AAAAAAAAP7w/bFKvWdsXMWw/s72-c/fo-euo88b%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7465999674596607926</id><published>2010-07-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:59:36.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFVz40FYE7I/AAAAAAAAP8o/RZ7GuOtTyx4/s1600/fo-uhu44f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFVz40FYE7I/AAAAAAAAP8o/RZ7GuOtTyx4/s320/fo-uhu44f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500429939793990578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We all lose our cool sometimes. Something or someone pushes one of our hot buttons and bam! There's a blow up. Usually we feel terrible afterward and apologize. Although apologies are generally accepted, our behavior is rarely forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7465999674596607926?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7465999674596607926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7465999674596607926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7465999674596607926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7465999674596607926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-all-lose-our-cool-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFVz40FYE7I/AAAAAAAAP8o/RZ7GuOtTyx4/s72-c/fo-uhu44f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-544262875837403198</id><published>2010-06-22T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:59:07.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT5rdy8hqI/AAAAAAAAP6o/Nh7dcwIhPoI/s1600/fo-yga23e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT5rdy8hqI/AAAAAAAAP6o/Nh7dcwIhPoI/s320/fo-yga23e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500295570054219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think of you so often though I don't always let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-544262875837403198?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/544262875837403198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=544262875837403198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/544262875837403198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/544262875837403198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-of-you-so-often-though-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT5rdy8hqI/AAAAAAAAP6o/Nh7dcwIhPoI/s72-c/fo-yga23e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4800359835502093212</id><published>2010-06-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:03:02.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT3kpYWIjI/AAAAAAAAP6Q/n5f3rcIZIi4/s1600/fo-jjo94r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT3kpYWIjI/AAAAAAAAP6Q/n5f3rcIZIi4/s320/fo-jjo94r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500293253881537074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wish I had an excuse, or even an explanation...but all I can do is offer my apology for not answering you soon...and ask you to try to understand and forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4800359835502093212?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4800359835502093212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4800359835502093212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4800359835502093212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4800359835502093212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-i-had-excuse-or-even-explanation.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT3kpYWIjI/AAAAAAAAP6Q/n5f3rcIZIi4/s72-c/fo-jjo94r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6343538689427373159</id><published>2010-06-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:02:39.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9PE4i6eI/AAAAAAAAP7A/XOkilJriQ6Q/s1600/fo-gcs44m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9PE4i6eI/AAAAAAAAP7A/XOkilJriQ6Q/s320/fo-gcs44m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500299480376994274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You will know that you miss someone very much when every time you think of that person your heart beats faster. And just a warm "hello" from that person calm you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6343538689427373159?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6343538689427373159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6343538689427373159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6343538689427373159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6343538689427373159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-will-know-that-you-miss-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9PE4i6eI/AAAAAAAAP7A/XOkilJriQ6Q/s72-c/fo-gcs44m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2640625667457623783</id><published>2010-05-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:02:20.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV09Na_JXI/AAAAAAAAP8w/Ci5kTA6ll7o/s1600/fo-oct58n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV09Na_JXI/AAAAAAAAP8w/Ci5kTA6ll7o/s320/fo-oct58n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500431114826622322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You somehow manage to be there for me just at the right time at the right moment. You have this uncanny knack of knowing if there's something wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2640625667457623783?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2640625667457623783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2640625667457623783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2640625667457623783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2640625667457623783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-somehow-manage-to-be-there-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFV09Na_JXI/AAAAAAAAP8w/Ci5kTA6ll7o/s72-c/fo-oct58n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6370794429957424639</id><published>2010-05-17T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:02:06.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9yxIsRiI/AAAAAAAAP7I/RGuIZ7E_Hv0/s1600/image-preview%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9yxIsRiI/AAAAAAAAP7I/RGuIZ7E_Hv0/s320/image-preview%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500300093551298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For better or for worse, I will decide on what to do with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6370794429957424639?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6370794429957424639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6370794429957424639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6370794429957424639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6370794429957424639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-better-or-for-worse-i-will-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT9yxIsRiI/AAAAAAAAP7I/RGuIZ7E_Hv0/s72-c/image-preview%2810%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6009746749198297641</id><published>2010-05-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:01:49.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT1eYIZL0I/AAAAAAAAP54/ZbDeVgk5E5g/s1600/fo-aew35t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT1eYIZL0I/AAAAAAAAP54/ZbDeVgk5E5g/s320/fo-aew35t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500290947148754754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The one and only spaces in my heart for you could never be filled. What I am really trying to say is that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always will.&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6009746749198297641?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6009746749198297641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6009746749198297641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6009746749198297641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6009746749198297641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-and-only-spaces-in-my-heart-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT1eYIZL0I/AAAAAAAAP54/ZbDeVgk5E5g/s72-c/fo-aew35t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-746671049232397872</id><published>2010-05-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:03:51.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT23lX3F-I/AAAAAAAAP6I/zwXMHq0f_w4/s1600/fo-coo43e%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT23lX3F-I/AAAAAAAAP6I/zwXMHq0f_w4/s320/fo-coo43e%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500292479711647714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Like a song carried softly on the gentle breeze, your text messages reaches across the miles to give my heart a lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-746671049232397872?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/746671049232397872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=746671049232397872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/746671049232397872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/746671049232397872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-song-carried-softly-on-gentle.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT23lX3F-I/AAAAAAAAP6I/zwXMHq0f_w4/s72-c/fo-coo43e%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6077526214999093436</id><published>2010-03-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:06:34.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT6hr9c4RI/AAAAAAAAP6w/AxDT16CRpaQ/s1600/fo-lho00a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT6hr9c4RI/AAAAAAAAP6w/AxDT16CRpaQ/s320/fo-lho00a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500296501569315090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am sending you no fancy words or phrases. just a few short lines to tell you..you are remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6077526214999093436?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6077526214999093436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6077526214999093436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6077526214999093436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6077526214999093436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-sending-you-no-fancy-words-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT6hr9c4RI/AAAAAAAAP6w/AxDT16CRpaQ/s72-c/fo-lho00a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-416225498594866088</id><published>2010-03-12T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:06:15.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT7D5z9FjI/AAAAAAAAP64/y1aCu0eK-X4/s1600/fo-xtr32x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT7D5z9FjI/AAAAAAAAP64/y1aCu0eK-X4/s320/fo-xtr32x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500297089403131442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finding the perfect guy is next to impossible, so I am settling for the one with the least imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-416225498594866088?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/416225498594866088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=416225498594866088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/416225498594866088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/416225498594866088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-perfect-guy-is-next-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT7D5z9FjI/AAAAAAAAP64/y1aCu0eK-X4/s72-c/fo-xtr32x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6269825275808076729</id><published>2010-02-20T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:05:57.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT2P_JJEZI/AAAAAAAAP6A/kdyCYyRmNpA/s1600/fo-buf43e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT2P_JJEZI/AAAAAAAAP6A/kdyCYyRmNpA/s320/fo-buf43e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500291799434465682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Make everyday count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can. For you may never be able to experience it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6269825275808076729?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6269825275808076729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6269825275808076729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6269825275808076729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6269825275808076729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-everyday-count.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFT2P_JJEZI/AAAAAAAAP6A/kdyCYyRmNpA/s72-c/fo-buf43e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5399017559740367075</id><published>2009-07-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:05:38.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUAT3zAnvI/AAAAAAAAP7Q/W6TLN_O-8aM/s1600/fo-fkf55b%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUAT3zAnvI/AAAAAAAAP7Q/W6TLN_O-8aM/s320/fo-fkf55b%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302861298343666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We need to suffer some of the cursed wrongness of life in order to find it's deep rightness. We have to feel pain we do not want to feel, carry burdens we do not want to carry, put up misery we do not want to put up with, cry tears we do not want to shed. Because ultimately, at the end of the game, when we cash in our chips, it will be all right with us only if we have been hurt with life's wrongness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5399017559740367075?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5399017559740367075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5399017559740367075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5399017559740367075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5399017559740367075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-need-to-suffer-some-of-cursed.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUAT3zAnvI/AAAAAAAAP7Q/W6TLN_O-8aM/s72-c/fo-fkf55b%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-217958236664592611</id><published>2009-01-15T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:05:24.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUBi9nk7KI/AAAAAAAAP7Y/N8KpDxTTDjA/s1600/fo-hkk53r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUBi9nk7KI/AAAAAAAAP7Y/N8KpDxTTDjA/s320/fo-hkk53r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500304220070669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To move ahead in the future, you must free yourself from the past. Clear up those cobwebs that bring nothing but gloom into your life. The bad experiences, hurts, heartaches and miseries. Step fresh into the year 2009 by bringing with you only the best memories.                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-217958236664592611?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/217958236664592611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=217958236664592611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/217958236664592611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/217958236664592611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-move-ahead-in-future-you-must-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/TFUBi9nk7KI/AAAAAAAAP7Y/N8KpDxTTDjA/s72-c/fo-hkk53r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2026028878709088945</id><published>2007-07-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:20:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj6cXVMhQI/AAAAAAAACug/ajeEIceCUGo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj6cXVMhQI/AAAAAAAACug/ajeEIceCUGo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082587544693802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj7DXVMhWI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VQbWamRubRA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj7DXVMhWI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VQbWamRubRA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082588214708700514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj693VMhVI/AAAAAAAACvI/Woc0fcKiINI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj693VMhVI/AAAAAAAACvI/Woc0fcKiINI/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082588120219419986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj64XVMhUI/AAAAAAAACvA/JA5A3udwvgc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj6mXVMhRI/AAAAAAAACuo/Ba9HczksGus/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082587716492494098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2026028878709088945?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2026028878709088945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2026028878709088945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2026028878709088945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2026028878709088945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Roj6cXVMhQI/AAAAAAAACug/ajeEIceCUGo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2748131815906326370</id><published>2007-06-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:53:47.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeBK-6FbEI/AAAAAAAACeg/iJupciANYns/s1600-h/Calendar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeBK-6FbEI/AAAAAAAACeg/iJupciANYns/s400/Calendar01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073165530941451330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;always remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a person loved you once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after a hundred years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;love left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person denies it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2748131815906326370?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2748131815906326370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2748131815906326370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2748131815906326370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2748131815906326370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/06/always-remember-that-if-person-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeBK-6FbEI/AAAAAAAACeg/iJupciANYns/s72-c/Calendar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6896478934647489080</id><published>2007-06-06T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:37:37.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Unfounded Fears, Heartaches, and Breaking – Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One has to always put the end in mind. But that is not the only significant part of the journey, it is always the destination we look at. But once we reach the destination, it’s the journey that we will always remember. We should not be too blinded with the destination that we forget to enjoy the trip going there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just like in a relationship, you just don’t think that you should enter into a relationship because you will already marry the person. You enter into a relationship to get to know the person better and discern if he indeed could be that person walking down the aisle with you. You have to spend some time with him and find out if the two of you are compatible and could hit it off. You wont know this by not giving the guy a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDB-6FbII/AAAAAAAACfA/fU0SYayhDWE/s1600-h/Portrait04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDB-6FbII/AAAAAAAACfA/fU0SYayhDWE/s400/Portrait04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073167575345884290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You would not know all these things just by the looks of the girl/guy or your first impression of her/him. Once you are in that relationship, that’s the best chance to build on what the two of you already have. Don’t break up with someone just because you don’t see yourself with the other person for the rest of your life. Don’t jeopardize a possibly wonderful relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How would you know that the other person is the right one if you don’t give her/him a chance to prove his worth? How would you know that she/he could be the one if you prematurely cut off the relationship because at the moment you don’t see yourself sharing the future with him? How would you know this if you don’t give him a chance? And I tell you that it will take you a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;time (or possibly never) to find another girl/guy like him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Remember that its not everyday that you meet someone who has the magic to let you fall in love!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It might be possible that you would still remain as friends. But being together opens a lot of possibilities and opportunities that friends do not get. Even if you remain as friends, you would not be as close as before. The intensity and the same feeling is no longer there. The relationship will no longer be on the same level. We can predict the future, we just need to hope and to pray for the best and for what is right and believe that’s how it will be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeCBO6FbHI/AAAAAAAACe4/tQgMPLYSUQ8/s1600-h/fo-ugh22q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeCBO6FbHI/AAAAAAAACe4/tQgMPLYSUQ8/s400/fo-ugh22q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073166462949354610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the movie Cant Hardly Wait, there was a line in that movie that goes something like this: Fate takes you just as far. Destiny is when everything falls right into place and its just up to you to make it happen. Destiny is a mixture of chance and of choice. Its not a thing to be awaited. You must make it happen. Don’t you feel that everything has already fallen right into place its up to you to make it happen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everything is just so right and how would the both of you know if this indeed is fate or the plan if you would not give it a try. The only way for you to know is to at least give the relationship a chance and find out for yourselves. Don’t miss this chance of finding it out because of some unfounded fears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At least if you give it a try, you can say that you did your best and you found out for yourselves. Not just base on some fear and apprehension that are just part of the countless possibilities that might apprehension that are just part of the countless possibilities that might happen. If it doesn’t work, at least, after may years you would know if the both of you really were meant for each other rather than regret and bear the thought of all the things that might have been? At least you would clear all the what ifs and the only ifs in the future. It will give the both of you peace of mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Would you find it too much of a coincidence that the both of you hit it off so wonderfully. It seemed that you’ve known each other for so long already though you have not known each other for that long. It seemed that you knew each other from another life. And each of you enjoyed every bit of it. You were like soulmates who finally found each other after a very long separation. You had everything going so well. Everything happened as if everything just fell right in place. Would you consider it fate? Its up to you to make it happen. What do you think?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeB3O6FbGI/AAAAAAAACew/3pAP-01G_C4/s1600-h/fo-tub30i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeB3O6FbGI/AAAAAAAACew/3pAP-01G_C4/s400/fo-tub30i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073166291150662754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You might say this is something serious and that I might be making a big mistake and that I would just like to play it cool. No room for ambiguity here. Better, safe than sorry! Better safe than sorry?! To be honest in this world we live in there is not a full proof plan that exist. If you always bear this idea in mind, I don’t know if you would eventually find someone. You might just bee too scared of the bad things that you would end up missing all the good stuff!!..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The best that you can do is give the relationship a chance. You can never a succeed without even trying. You should always hope for the best. And to hope is to risk pain try is to risk failure but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing is to risk even more. You might be taking the risk of losing the one matters to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Guarantee that you will be second to none. You would not completely know if she/he may already be the one if you don’t give it a try will be more painful to lose someone you love and who loves you more just because your right time. How will you ever know if this is already the right thing at the right time now? When will you really know when the right time is? You cannot love a person too know how soon it will be too late. The greatest injustice love can ever offer is your right time only to find out later that it was the right person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeBku6FbFI/AAAAAAAACeo/sOFpLqdFGBw/s1600-h/fo-sub27n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeBku6FbFI/AAAAAAAACeo/sOFpLqdFGBw/s400/fo-sub27n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073165973323082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You’ve got so much going on right now. You have a lot of things in common. Imagine what tomorrow. You still have a lot of things ahead of you. Learn about each other together. You come to love not by finding a perfect person perfectly. And besides. Nobody is perfect. When you truly love some faults and you overlook excuses. If you truly love someone, you just don’t bail because there is something wrong with her. You’ll know that its true love you are have willing to love that person despite of his or her flaws or infirmities. The reason of your destiny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But destiny will suggest that you’ll live without her, then why live not by destiny but of free will?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Listen carefully to what your heart says, enjoy the feeling of being in love and do how things will work out, do not be afraid to love just because you are afraid to get hurt…………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6896478934647489080?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6896478934647489080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6896478934647489080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6896478934647489080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6896478934647489080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-unfounded-fears-heartaches-and.html' title='On Unfounded Fears, Heartaches, and Breaking – Up'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDB-6FbII/AAAAAAAACfA/fU0SYayhDWE/s72-c/Portrait04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-8777160377734463642</id><published>2007-06-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:04:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDyu6FbJI/AAAAAAAACfI/sYlXKHmTgbE/s1600-h/Calendar04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDyu6FbJI/AAAAAAAACfI/sYlXKHmTgbE/s400/Calendar04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073168412864507026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you need to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a bit lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and in a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;incomplete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cause if you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;everything here on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;would you still look up to heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/31209041-8777160377734463642?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/8777160377734463642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=8777160377734463642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8777160377734463642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/8777160377734463642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-need-to-feel-bit-deprived-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeDyu6FbJI/AAAAAAAACfI/sYlXKHmTgbE/s72-c/Calendar04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4390923711326716592</id><published>2007-06-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:06:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeEI-6FbKI/AAAAAAAACfQ/F9ATQyks_mw/s1600-h/fo-udd35t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeEI-6FbKI/AAAAAAAACfQ/F9ATQyks_mw/s400/fo-udd35t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073168795116596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some things are not meant to be kept forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you know you have to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and let go when things aren't going right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and everything you have are abused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is wiser to be alone but happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;than be with somebody who does nothing but to make you feel stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/31209041-4390923711326716592?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4390923711326716592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4390923711326716592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4390923711326716592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4390923711326716592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-things-are-not-meant-to-be-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeEI-6FbKI/AAAAAAAACfQ/F9ATQyks_mw/s72-c/fo-udd35t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6828469832030708425</id><published>2007-06-01T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:10:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeE3e6FbLI/AAAAAAAACfY/KCkQ-h2Pa4k/s1600-h/Portrait13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RmeE3e6FbLI/AAAAAAAACfY/KCkQ-h2Pa4k/s400/Portrait13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073169593980513458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong. It is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there.  You'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you. And don't rush things because somewhere,  somehow God is preparing somebody for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to find  time to really understant your real feelings, to know who you really  are, and what you really want in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You're right, there's no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there's a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already knew that you're too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell for the rest of your life. It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, it's just pity. We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the  storms of life. We misunderstood, its just that we're too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave, no one would accept us and our past. We are mistaken, its just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy or beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that it can also make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\ndependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to \u003cbr\&gt;\nthem, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave, no one \u003cbr\&gt;\nwould accept us and our past. We are mistaken, its just insecurity. \u003cbr\&gt;\nBut no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that \u003cbr\&gt;\nlove isn&amp;#39;t something you can buy or beg. It is real and existing. \u003cbr\&gt;\nYou can&amp;#39;t touch it but you can feel it in your heart.\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\nYou can&amp;#39;t find it, but it will knock before you when you least \u003cbr\&gt;\nexpect it to come. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-I9QtAt4I/AAAAAAAACaQ/fgMrYYK-2X0/s320/Portrait01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070922291479623554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm looking for the wrong person...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but not just any wrong person ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the RIGHT wrong person...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone i would lovingly gaze upon and   think,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;"he is the problem i wanna have..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1780453670660803351?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1780453670660803351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1780453670660803351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1780453670660803351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1780453670660803351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-looking-for-wrong-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-I9QtAt4I/AAAAAAAACaQ/fgMrYYK-2X0/s72-c/Portrait01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4354599762989288868</id><published>2007-05-31T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:39:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1x-QtAtyI/AAAAAAAACZg/o-upep1afg0/s1600-h/SADNESS%2520AWAKENING.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1x-QtAtyI/AAAAAAAACZg/o-upep1afg0/s320/SADNESS%2520AWAKENING.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070334069938632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is not  DESTINY that determines LOVE, it is CHOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;our so-called DESTINY is a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;relationships last long not because they are destined to last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;relationships last long because two brave people made a choice -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to keep it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to fight for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and to work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;meanwhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;other relationships fail not because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they are destined to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they failed because one of the two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;made the choice -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to set each other free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4354599762989288868?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4354599762989288868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4354599762989288868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4354599762989288868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4354599762989288868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-not-destiny-that-determines-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1x-QtAtyI/AAAAAAAACZg/o-upep1afg0/s72-c/SADNESS%2520AWAKENING.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5504303192029948317</id><published>2007-05-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:56:40.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-KgAtAt5I/AAAAAAAACaY/M49boXQqOuk/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-KgAtAt5I/AAAAAAAACaY/M49boXQqOuk/s320/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070923987991705490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;Sometimes     in life, you find a special friend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Just by being part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Someone who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Until you can't stop;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Someone who makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     That there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Someone who convinces you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     That there really is an unlocked door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;     Just waiting for you to open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5504303192029948317?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5504303192029948317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5504303192029948317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5504303192029948317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5504303192029948317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-in-life-you-find-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-KgAtAt5I/AAAAAAAACaY/M49boXQqOuk/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2061574161994321821</id><published>2007-05-30T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:40:50.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1sXAtAtvI/AAAAAAAACZI/sbd0tUp4dX8/s1600-h/fo-bum22e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1sXAtAtvI/AAAAAAAACZI/sbd0tUp4dX8/s320/fo-bum22e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327898070628082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;wouldn't it suck big time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;if you fall for someone but he/she doesn't love you back???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and all you can do is whisper...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"i love you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but i wish i never learned to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2061574161994321821?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2061574161994321821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2061574161994321821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2061574161994321821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2061574161994321821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/wouldnt-it-suck-big-time-if-you-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1sXAtAtvI/AAAAAAAACZI/sbd0tUp4dX8/s72-c/fo-bum22e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1284429378627807095</id><published>2007-05-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:58:11.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1mMAtAtuI/AAAAAAAACZA/eOc_0TwXr1I/s1600-h/fo-bba23e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1mMAtAtuI/AAAAAAAACZA/eOc_0TwXr1I/s320/fo-bba23e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070321112022300386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;one morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i will wake up and find myself&lt;br /&gt;thinking about something else&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll know the worst is over...&lt;br /&gt;my heart might be bruised,&lt;br /&gt;but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more.&lt;br /&gt;it happened before,&lt;br /&gt;it will happen again i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;when someone leaves,&lt;br /&gt;it is because someone is about to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll find love again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1284429378627807095?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1284429378627807095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1284429378627807095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1284429378627807095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1284429378627807095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-morning-i-will-wake-up-and-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1mMAtAtuI/AAAAAAAACZA/eOc_0TwXr1I/s72-c/fo-bba23e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-513418112352425650</id><published>2007-05-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:05:27.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1wZQtAtwI/AAAAAAAACZQ/fgqOmbYoYxY/s1600-h/fo-ago05t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1wZQtAtwI/AAAAAAAACZQ/fgqOmbYoYxY/s320/fo-ago05t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332334771844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes we can't let go of hurt... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because it's a constant reminder of one great &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;love story we never expected to come to an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-513418112352425650?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/513418112352425650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=513418112352425650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/513418112352425650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/513418112352425650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-we-cant-let-go-of-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl1wZQtAtwI/AAAAAAAACZQ/fgqOmbYoYxY/s72-c/fo-ago05t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4866550286029924873</id><published>2007-05-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:01:26.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovehurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rlb3LQtAtaI/AAAAAAAACWc/q4kS3GwFM9E/s1600-h/fo-wer48k%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rlb3LQtAtaI/AAAAAAAACWc/q4kS3GwFM9E/s320/fo-wer48k%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068510203486451106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do some people choose to love a CHEATER rather than a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do we always believe that they are good even if they are not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe because in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you can't see the bad reality of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;unless you get hurt by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you'll suddenly realize how worse that person is...&lt;br /&gt;that's just a pathetic part of being in love,&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes even the "worst person in this world"&lt;br /&gt;can be the "person for your own belief"...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4866550286029924873?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4866550286029924873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4866550286029924873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4866550286029924873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4866550286029924873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-some-people-choose-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rlb3LQtAtaI/AAAAAAAACWc/q4kS3GwFM9E/s72-c/fo-wer48k%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-87937180401649249</id><published>2007-05-24T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:32:37.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Finding Happiness--a Journey of Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWuCwtAtMI/AAAAAAAACUo/CTj5FJVN61o/s1600-h/fo-laq14r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWuCwtAtMI/AAAAAAAACUo/CTj5FJVN61o/s320/fo-laq14r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148318132024514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wanted a small thing really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wanted to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That was my mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;of a terrifying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;exhilarating odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;into the very core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;of being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why is happiness so difficult to achieve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before we can be happy, we need to understand ourselves well enough to know what it is that makes us happy. This is a learning process which involves varied life experiences and which all individuals must accomplish for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because each of us is so different, what makes one person happy will not be successful for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Understanding ourselves is a lifelong process of self-discovery, so that discovering our individual path to happiness is one of life’s great and challenging adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-87937180401649249?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/87937180401649249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=87937180401649249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/87937180401649249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/87937180401649249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/finding-happiness-journey-of-discovery.html' title='Finding Happiness--a Journey of Discovery'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWuCwtAtMI/AAAAAAAACUo/CTj5FJVN61o/s72-c/fo-laq14r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-340914703606873047</id><published>2007-05-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:31:41.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Reflections on Growing Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWvVQtAtNI/AAAAAAAACU0/itZ_FMB2_WU/s1600-h/fo-mtt89o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWvVQtAtNI/AAAAAAAACU0/itZ_FMB2_WU/s320/fo-mtt89o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149735471232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hour-glass spills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its grains of sand:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one grain less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;memory today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one grain less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;strength tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The moving sands&lt;br /&gt;change time and being&lt;br /&gt;imperceptibly&lt;br /&gt;grain by grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all aging every day whether we go from 29 to 30 or 59 to 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we decide to deal with the aging process determines whether we will feel anger and despair or whether we will decide to accept those changes which will inevitably occur as we age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take care of our health, retain our self-esteem, continue to develop our mental capacities and participate in activities which we find enjoyable, then aging will become less of a burden and more of a challenge.&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/31209041-340914703606873047?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/340914703606873047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=340914703606873047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/340914703606873047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/340914703606873047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/reflections-on-growing-older.html' title='Reflections on Growing Older'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/RlWvVQtAtNI/AAAAAAAACU0/itZ_FMB2_WU/s72-c/fo-mtt89o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7527422223844744446</id><published>2007-05-19T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:20:36.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>a bitter choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8xYgtAs_I/AAAAAAAACS8/x7A6ipVGUZU/s1600-h/fo-dkm66y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8xYgtAs_I/AAAAAAAACS8/x7A6ipVGUZU/s320/fo-dkm66y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322402980443122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;i am struggling to keep my emotions in check.  there is the conflict arising from the thinking in me and the feeling past me.  my head is not in line with my feelings.  both struggle against each other.  should i let you go or should i let you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      let's not fool ourselves.  long distance love affairs are novel-stuff, the kind of storyline you find in three-hankie tearjerkers.  you know we're miles apart.  neither bridges nor telephone lines are enough to fill the space between us.  sparks are not enough to keep the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      i am not accepting any maybe or maybe not.  things must be either black or white, no grays in-between.  sometimes we sugarcoat the truth but in the end, we suffer for the lies that we choose to live.  there are some things in life you have to jump right in, even if you are afraid.  and you must be responsible for your actions - and the repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      i have no bag of religious tricks to make everything turn out well for you.  come back if you can, but no promises will be broken for no promises will be made.  how can i ask you to stay?  love isn't enough, probably freedom is.  you see, its easier to say goodbye but never easy to ask someone to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7527422223844744446?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7527422223844744446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7527422223844744446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7527422223844744446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7527422223844744446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/bitter-choice.html' title='a bitter choice'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8xYgtAs_I/AAAAAAAACS8/x7A6ipVGUZU/s72-c/fo-dkm66y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-309065400284479916</id><published>2007-05-15T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:15:07.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and care'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7p_QtAsrI/AAAAAAAACQc/y0taigjp5po/s1600-h/fo-vtt53e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7p_QtAsrI/AAAAAAAACQc/y0taigjp5po/s400/fo-vtt53e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066243903863173810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;it's been a while that we've been spending time together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i know we're not that close because we don't talk that much,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough we're hanging out almost everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's nice that you become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not quite sure if you feel the same way too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know, i'm no one to you but still...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that you consider me as one of your friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as time passes by,&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed that there is something in you&lt;br /&gt;that i really can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but i realized,&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love you more and more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not just a love for a buddy or a friend,&lt;br /&gt;but a special kind of love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the way you smile,&lt;br /&gt;laugh,&lt;br /&gt;being sweet and thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;your concern,&lt;br /&gt;and how you treat me,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel secure from everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;people around us, questions my existence to you,&lt;br /&gt;why do i hang out with you?&lt;br /&gt;why i waste my time on you?&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what are the perfect words to use to answer them back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i, myself keep on seeking the answers "why do i feel this way?"&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that,&lt;br /&gt;if they could only see what i see in you&lt;br /&gt;they'd be crazy loving you too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's really embarrassing to tell you but i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;how i really feel,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;because i loved you unexpectedly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm not expecting anything in return from you,&lt;br /&gt;just say "thank you," it's more than enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;for me to know that you appreciate me in some way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't feel sorry for me,&lt;br /&gt;don't feel awkward around me,&lt;br /&gt;for it would hurt me, knowing that you don't feel the same .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know it will be hard for the both of us to treat each other the same way as before,&lt;br /&gt;for this feelings i have for you made a gap between us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please remain as my friend for in that way&lt;br /&gt;i could show you that i love you,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be okey if i'll lose the one person that i love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just let me care for you,&lt;br /&gt;for in caring a friend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i don't have to face the risk of losing you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-309065400284479916?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/309065400284479916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=309065400284479916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/309065400284479916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/309065400284479916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while-that-weve-been-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7p_QtAsrI/AAAAAAAACQc/y0taigjp5po/s72-c/fo-vtt53e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3522237857191692975</id><published>2007-05-15T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:40:55.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7wPQtAsvI/AAAAAAAACQ8/nG9j-jX7SRY/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7wPQtAsvI/AAAAAAAACQ8/nG9j-jX7SRY/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066250775810847474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;... it hurts when the one you love left you and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you deserve someone better&lt;/span&gt;," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;then all you can say is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; maybe i do&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; but deep inside you are crying cause you know you can't find better if you already found the best ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3522237857191692975?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3522237857191692975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3522237857191692975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3522237857191692975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3522237857191692975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7wPQtAsvI/AAAAAAAACQ8/nG9j-jX7SRY/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2239104375224891770</id><published>2007-05-15T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:43:52.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7w2wtAswI/AAAAAAAACRE/0nT-kBwzJsU/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7w2wtAswI/AAAAAAAACRE/0nT-kBwzJsU/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066251454415680258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you are holding to the past hurts and pains, let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction, let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you keep trying to help someone who doesn't even try helping himself, let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;let the past be the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;God is doing new things, get right or get left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;think about it, then let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2239104375224891770?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2239104375224891770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2239104375224891770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2239104375224891770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2239104375224891770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-are-holding-to-someone-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7w2wtAswI/AAAAAAAACRE/0nT-kBwzJsU/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6717274041725625605</id><published>2007-05-15T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:46:57.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7xggtAsxI/AAAAAAAACRM/CAX3S5h-2AY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7xggtAsxI/AAAAAAAACRM/CAX3S5h-2AY/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066252171675218706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;love is much like a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you take the risk, face the pain&lt;br /&gt;and yet place it in a special part of you.&lt;br /&gt;and when the time comes that you need to erase it,&lt;br /&gt;you have to endure again the pain&lt;br /&gt;and realize that it will forever leave a scar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a scar that will always remind you, that you once had a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a tattoo that for sometime symbolized something so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6717274041725625605?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6717274041725625605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6717274041725625605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6717274041725625605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6717274041725625605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-is-much-like-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7xggtAsxI/AAAAAAAACRM/CAX3S5h-2AY/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-4476517771150710353</id><published>2007-05-15T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:22:20.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7cbgtAskI/AAAAAAAACPk/9d1rdkYLw9M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7cbgtAskI/AAAAAAAACPk/9d1rdkYLw9M/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066228996031689282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;we always search for answers because we want to prove ourselvesthat we had the right decisions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but the truth is we can't search for what's not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;things happen because they are meant to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that's why we forgive people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;even if they hurt us, we love people who don't love us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and we smile despite every painful crash in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the lesson you get are the answers to your decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-4476517771150710353?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/4476517771150710353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=4476517771150710353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4476517771150710353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/4476517771150710353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7cbgtAskI/AAAAAAAACPk/9d1rdkYLw9M/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2936262850221744823</id><published>2007-05-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:57:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7l8wtAsoI/AAAAAAAACQE/sfrcJ_Qbmts/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7l8wtAsoI/AAAAAAAACQE/sfrcJ_Qbmts/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066239462866989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;... there will be days when you get home from a party and forget what the fun was about, or have a very long, intimate conversation, yet feel there are still words left unspoken, or embrace your special someone, yet never have the strength to say you care so much, life tells us that happiness is never absolute. so while it's still there, seize the moment, cause it may never come again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2936262850221744823?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2936262850221744823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2936262850221744823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2936262850221744823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2936262850221744823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7l8wtAsoI/AAAAAAAACQE/sfrcJ_Qbmts/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-9071303848851049307</id><published>2007-04-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:01:33.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7m3gtAspI/AAAAAAAACQM/WZ1TTGtECRI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7m3gtAspI/AAAAAAAACQM/WZ1TTGtECRI/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066240472184304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's hard letting go of the person you love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;even when you know it's for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when they walk out of your door with a simple goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it shatters your heart into a million pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it may even bring down your knees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;praying that they will turn back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and step into your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to love you once more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the pain you go through can practically kill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but deep down inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you have some hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dat somebody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the love you set free will fly back to it's home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-9071303848851049307?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/9071303848851049307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=9071303848851049307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/9071303848851049307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/9071303848851049307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-hard-letting-go-of-person-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7m3gtAspI/AAAAAAAACQM/WZ1TTGtECRI/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-257608327359324533</id><published>2007-04-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:24:26.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;... nothing dries sooner than tears. life can never promise to be always happy, but life gets better after you move on ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-257608327359324533?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/257608327359324533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=257608327359324533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/257608327359324533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/257608327359324533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7033110279171523970</id><published>2007-04-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:11:54.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7n5AtAsqI/AAAAAAAACQU/tAlvDnJKQ5k/s1600-h/fo-fmo44d%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7n5AtAsqI/AAAAAAAACQU/tAlvDnJKQ5k/s320/fo-fmo44d%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066241597465735842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the beauty of having too much to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;when people get drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;they tend to say things they normally take years to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;some would even go over board and confess their heart's inner desire or secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the spirit of alcohol fizzles out and you become sober,&lt;br /&gt;you revert back to the same old person wearing a mask or a cloak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#0000ff\"\&gt;you revert back to the same old person wearing a mask or a cloak.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#0000ff\"\&gt;after the hang over, you realize how stupid you are.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#0000ff\"\&gt;but on what aspect?\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#0000ff\"\&gt;for doing things while you were drunk\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#0000ff\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;or for being true\n to yourself?\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#4040ff\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;in love,\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;it&amp;#39;s good to listen to friends advices and judgment for they  fill in the \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;blindness we refuse to see.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;it&amp;#39;s good to decide when all ideas come in hand for it leads us to right decisions,\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;but you know\n what?\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;it&amp;#39;s still best to listen, follow and decide with your own heart and judgment.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;keep this mind...\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;the love of two individuals can only be felt by the heart that beats,",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;after the hang over, you realize how stupid you are.&lt;br /&gt;but on what aspect?&lt;br /&gt;for doing things while you were drunk&lt;br /&gt;or for being true to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7033110279171523970?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7033110279171523970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7033110279171523970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7033110279171523970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7033110279171523970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/04/beauty-of-having-too-much-to-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7n5AtAsqI/AAAAAAAACQU/tAlvDnJKQ5k/s72-c/fo-fmo44d%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6265359924561825683</id><published>2007-03-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:33:46.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7ufAtAstI/AAAAAAAACQs/ylD3wLzPKRA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7ufAtAstI/AAAAAAAACQs/ylD3wLzPKRA/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066248847370531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; it's good to listen to friends advices and judgment for they  fill in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; blindness we refuse to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's good to decide when all ideas come in hand for it leads us to right decisions,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;it's still best to listen, follow and decide with your own heart and judgment.&lt;br /&gt;keep this mind...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the love of two individuals can only be felt by the heart that beats,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the eyes of others...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;D(["mb","\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;not the eyes of others...\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;so when loving,\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;learn to listen but decide on your\n own...\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff007f\"\&gt;after all, you know what can make you happy...\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"mailto:eddilyne_24@yahoo.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\" color\u003d\"#ff40ff\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;eddilyne_24@yahoo.com\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \u003cdiv align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"comic sans ms\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#ff40ff\"\&gt;... there will be days when you get home from a party and forget what the fun was about, or have a very long, intimate conversation, yet feel there are still words left unspoken, or embrace your special someone, yet never have the strength to say you care so much, life tells us that happiness is never absolute. so while it&amp;#39;s still there, seize the moment, cause it may never come again...\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003cp\&gt; \n\n\u003chr size\u003d\"1\"\&gt;Need Mail bonding?\u003cbr\&gt;Go to the \u003ca href\u003d\"http://answers.yahoo.com/dir/index;_ylc\u003dX3oDMTFvbGNhMGE3BF9TAzM5NjU0NTEwOARfcwMzOTY1NDUxMDMEc2VjA21haWxfdGFnbGluZQRzbGsDbWFpbF90YWcx?link\u003dask&amp;sid\u003d396546091\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;Yahoo! 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Answers\u003c/a\&gt; users.\u003c/p\&gt;\n    \u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;  \n\n    \n    \u003cspan width\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"color:white\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so when loving, learn to listen but decide on your own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;after all, you know what can make you happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-6265359924561825683?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6265359924561825683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6265359924561825683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6265359924561825683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6265359924561825683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-love-its-good-to-listen-to-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7ufAtAstI/AAAAAAAACQs/ylD3wLzPKRA/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1674333037835205275</id><published>2007-03-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:38:16.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovehurts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7vewtAsuI/AAAAAAAACQ0/azjmFWh7wt4/s1600-h/fo-eyu55s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7vewtAsuI/AAAAAAAACQ0/azjmFWh7wt4/s320/fo-eyu55s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066249942587192034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes, it's not about who i deserve but who i really want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;regrettably, the person i badly want turns out to be someone who just stole my heart away and left it out in the open to bleed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's unfair and at the same time stupid because i did let him do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and for a moment, i actually like the feeling of falling and beeing fooled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;what's sad is that after the crying, when i'm already tired, i'd still let him take my heart away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1674333037835205275?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1674333037835205275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1674333037835205275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1674333037835205275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1674333037835205275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-its-not-about-who-i-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk7vewtAsuI/AAAAAAAACQ0/azjmFWh7wt4/s72-c/fo-eyu55s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-507863805413722097</id><published>2007-03-05T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:07:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;... the true  test of a peron's love for another is his/her willingness to deny one's self of  his/her own needs just to make the other person happy. love is sometimes spelled  s-a-c-r-i-f- i-c-e. it's what we give and not what we get from a relationship  that makes it rewarding ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-507863805413722097?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/507863805413722097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=507863805413722097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/507863805413722097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/507863805413722097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1513556224104587349</id><published>2007-02-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T06:57:08.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;loving him was one thing i am afraid of…and i was right...it hurts...so bad...but i thank him...why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because of him...i learned to let go...he even thought me what love really is...and now i know..."it was never him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1513556224104587349?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1513556224104587349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1513556224104587349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1513556224104587349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1513556224104587349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/02/loving-him-was-one-thing-i-am-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7447297465470973570</id><published>2007-02-01T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:04:45.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovehurts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8DdQtAsyI/AAAAAAAACRU/PNp6M_GT0q8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8DdQtAsyI/AAAAAAAACRU/PNp6M_GT0q8/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066271907049943842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and at the most perfect moment in your entire life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;someone does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;inside and under and beneath everything that you took for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;everything that you forgot you had and knew about yourself and life and others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this someone comes in and gets to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that person gets to you and you are never the same.&lt;br /&gt;that person turns your world inside out,&lt;br /&gt;upside down,&lt;br /&gt;round and round,&lt;br /&gt;that person comes in and settles in.&lt;br /&gt;that person walks in and comes into your life and you are never ever the same,&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's what you did to me,&lt;br /&gt;i had my moment with you and i am never the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you changed everything that i believed in and now you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;walking away from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7447297465470973570?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7447297465470973570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7447297465470973570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7447297465470973570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7447297465470973570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-at-most-perfect-moment-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8DdQtAsyI/AAAAAAAACRU/PNp6M_GT0q8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7065679606600908265</id><published>2006-12-15T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:39:22.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8LqQtAs1I/AAAAAAAACRs/NMhrCEfqh60/s1600-h/pic20070415_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8LqQtAs1I/AAAAAAAACRs/NMhrCEfqh60/s320/pic20070415_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066280926481265490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;... one can not question the existence of feelings, they are there, raw and undeniable. but one can choose to not nurture what is felt. yet, no matter what they say, what has been felt will always be more honest than what was chosen. hence, true realities are not built by the mind but by the heart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7065679606600908265?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7065679606600908265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7065679606600908265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7065679606600908265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7065679606600908265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8LqQtAs1I/AAAAAAAACRs/NMhrCEfqh60/s72-c/pic20070415_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7533369138646042587</id><published>2006-12-10T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:34:56.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8K4wtAs0I/AAAAAAAACRk/FqLGEjxxUmw/s1600-h/posterized1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8K4wtAs0I/AAAAAAAACRk/FqLGEjxxUmw/s320/posterized1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066280076077740866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;... it is better to have nobody than somebody who is half yours, half there or doesn't want to be there, or is there and then suddenly disappears ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7533369138646042587?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7533369138646042587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7533369138646042587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7533369138646042587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7533369138646042587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8K4wtAs0I/AAAAAAAACRk/FqLGEjxxUmw/s72-c/posterized1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1182448721027520683</id><published>2006-12-02T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:31:25.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8I2AtAszI/AAAAAAAACRc/ZOhLVlGBobk/s1600-h/pic20070415_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8I2AtAszI/AAAAAAAACRc/ZOhLVlGBobk/s400/pic20070415_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066277829809845042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;a girl asked her ex-boyfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"what made you leave me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the guy answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"i tried a day without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one day of not thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;not even hearing your voice...&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;i still feel complete even without you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the girl just stood there, then she felt it,&lt;br /&gt;a tear fell from her eye,&lt;br /&gt;she wiped it and took a deep breath and looked straight into the guy's eye and just smiled...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;it is never the tears that measure our pain,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it is the smile we fake,&lt;br /&gt;just to show them that we are okey...&lt;br /&gt;leaving a love you've suddenly outgrown can be heartbreaking,&lt;br /&gt;but it also shows you are strong enough to walk away&lt;br /&gt;from a relationship that no longer makes you happy...&lt;br /&gt;moving out of your comfort zone can be down right scary,&lt;br /&gt;but it also proves just how brave you are to take on the unknown...&lt;br /&gt;we always do a little growing up everytime we do a little letting go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1182448721027520683?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1182448721027520683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1182448721027520683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1182448721027520683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1182448721027520683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/12/girl-asked-her-ex-boyfriend-what-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8I2AtAszI/AAAAAAAACRc/ZOhLVlGBobk/s72-c/pic20070415_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-7768067630956321246</id><published>2006-11-10T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:45:56.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8NSwtAs2I/AAAAAAAACR0/nzqJlWxjs88/s1600-h/posterized6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8NSwtAs2I/AAAAAAAACR0/nzqJlWxjs88/s320/posterized6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066282721777595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;how would you know if you have found the right person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how can you tell if what your heart says is right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in love taking risk is very important,&lt;br /&gt;you will never know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;unless you fall...&lt;br /&gt;so deep...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... the worst regret we can have in life is not for the wrong things we did,&lt;br /&gt;but for the right things we could have done but we never did...&lt;br /&gt;... don't let yourself be stopped by anything from doing what you have always wanted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are all afraid of not fitting in to this world,&lt;br /&gt;of not being accepted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all you have to do is to look around and figure out by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;that you are surrounded by people who love you unconditionally.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel free to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;celebrate life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;because even if you shrug them away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the people who love you will always choose to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-7768067630956321246?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/7768067630956321246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=7768067630956321246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7768067630956321246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/7768067630956321246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-would-you-know-if-you-have-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8NSwtAs2I/AAAAAAAACR0/nzqJlWxjs88/s72-c/posterized6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3239169393707991393</id><published>2006-10-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:51:28.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8OxAtAs3I/AAAAAAAACR8/2uxKQGl8-Xg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8OxAtAs3I/AAAAAAAACR8/2uxKQGl8-Xg/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066284340980265842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;... what makes life exciting? it's the fact that you are given the strength and courage to fight a losing battle... although all you wanted to do is surrender ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3239169393707991393?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3239169393707991393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3239169393707991393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3239169393707991393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3239169393707991393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8OxAtAs3I/AAAAAAAACR8/2uxKQGl8-Xg/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1417811059728683742</id><published>2006-10-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:57:20.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8PxgtAs4I/AAAAAAAACSE/rsMs12TusaA/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8PxgtAs4I/AAAAAAAACSE/rsMs12TusaA/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066285449081828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i've been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;waiting for the past years to return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as i gaze thru the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no one is visible, not even a shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tried to comfort myself,&lt;br /&gt;wipe my cold and drying tears,&lt;br /&gt;trying to dig up the truth,&lt;br /&gt;you are gone, million miles away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but as i ponder to myself,&lt;br /&gt;my heart keeps asking for something,&lt;br /&gt;that's why, i keep on searching...&lt;br /&gt;but my heart feels nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will walk those miles and kilometer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;climb those mountains and plateaus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to tell you and to let you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you are my perfect gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;from God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1417811059728683742?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1417811059728683742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1417811059728683742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1417811059728683742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1417811059728683742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-waiting-so-long-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8PxgtAs4I/AAAAAAAACSE/rsMs12TusaA/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-910990416540374941</id><published>2006-10-18T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:04:13.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8RFwtAs5I/AAAAAAAACSM/Q0yeR5DIECE/s1600-h/pic20070415_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8RFwtAs5I/AAAAAAAACSM/Q0yeR5DIECE/s320/pic20070415_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066286896485806994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... we deny that we are tired, we deny that we are scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed, and most importantly, we deny that we are in denial. we only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. we lie to ourselves so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-910990416540374941?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/910990416540374941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=910990416540374941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/910990416540374941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/910990416540374941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8RFwtAs5I/AAAAAAAACSM/Q0yeR5DIECE/s72-c/pic20070415_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-2609193843790561522</id><published>2006-09-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:10:15.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8TKgtAs6I/AAAAAAAACSU/etv-Ei42W3Q/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8TKgtAs6I/AAAAAAAACSU/etv-Ei42W3Q/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066289177113441186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;... feelings are made to be expressed, it is not meant to be helpless nor kept. don't be a loser without fighting, never make regrets for yourself to suffer, cause you know what? silence hurts more ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-2609193843790561522?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/2609193843790561522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=2609193843790561522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2609193843790561522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/2609193843790561522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8TKgtAs6I/AAAAAAAACSU/etv-Ei42W3Q/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-3325851524462187877</id><published>2006-09-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:16:34.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on vs. forgetting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8UhQtAs7I/AAAAAAAACSc/rlGsU9V5TWU/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8UhQtAs7I/AAAAAAAACSc/rlGsU9V5TWU/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066290667467092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;what's the difference between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"i moved on”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"i forgot you already?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you really wanna know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you &lt;b style=""&gt;say "i forgot you already,"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you totally accept the fact that the person you used to call &lt;b style=""&gt;"mine"&lt;/b&gt; is not yours anymore...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;say "i moved on,"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you just realized that it's over, but the feeling is still there, you just ignore it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-3325851524462187877?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/3325851524462187877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=3325851524462187877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3325851524462187877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/3325851524462187877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving-on-vs-forgetting.html' title='moving on vs. forgetting'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8UhQtAs7I/AAAAAAAACSc/rlGsU9V5TWU/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-1782557599428896993</id><published>2006-09-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:39:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8YowtAs8I/AAAAAAAACSk/1pOMjTiw-UA/s1600-h/pic20070415_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8YowtAs8I/AAAAAAAACSk/1pOMjTiw-UA/s320/pic20070415_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066295194362622914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you get moments in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get enough to last you your entire life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tiny moments, cute and nostalgic at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;spread far and wide and few and far in between.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you get enough that you think that a moment is forever.&lt;br /&gt;but it never is...the moment goes, it fades, it dies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like a fire, burning strong and powerful,&lt;br /&gt;reduced to ashes and smoke the next day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it takes over your entire being.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all your emotions are out in the open, exposed,&lt;br /&gt;you show too much of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you are vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;you are an open book,&lt;br /&gt;anyone can get to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and at the most perfect moment in your entire life,&lt;br /&gt;someone does,&lt;br /&gt;inside and under and beneath everything that you took for granted,&lt;br /&gt;everything that you forgot you had and knew about yourself and life and others,&lt;br /&gt;this someone comes in and gets to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that person gets to you and you are never the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that person turns your world inside out,&lt;br /&gt;upside down,&lt;br /&gt;round and round,&lt;br /&gt;that person comes in and settles in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that person walks in and comes into your life and you are never ever the same, ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's what you did to me,&lt;br /&gt;i had my moment with you and i am never the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;you changed everything that i believed in and now you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-1782557599428896993?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/1782557599428896993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=1782557599428896993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1782557599428896993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/1782557599428896993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/09/moments-in-life.html' title='moments in life'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8YowtAs8I/AAAAAAAACSk/1pOMjTiw-UA/s72-c/pic20070415_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-6653884313233261612</id><published>2006-08-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:59:13.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and care'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8dlAtAs-I/AAAAAAAACS0/Agjc7mEyYJs/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8dlAtAs-I/AAAAAAAACS0/Agjc7mEyYJs/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066300627496252386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;... a lot of people asked me why i care for you, i answered back with a quiet smile not because i don't have an answer but because they would never understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8dUQtAs9I/AAAAAAAACSs/EMjAEXXJB94/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8dUQtAs9I/AAAAAAAACSs/EMjAEXXJB94/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066300339733443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;... take care of the person you love, never tell lies or attempt to hurt them because you won't know how important they are until they are out of your life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/31209041-6653884313233261612?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/6653884313233261612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=6653884313233261612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6653884313233261612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/6653884313233261612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rk8dlAtAs-I/AAAAAAAACS0/Agjc7mEyYJs/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-5721133868885493344</id><published>2006-07-14T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:09:29.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-NqgtAt6I/AAAAAAAACag/bj1J6Yr5GtQ/s1600-h/fo-bba24r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-NqgtAt6I/AAAAAAAACag/bj1J6Yr5GtQ/s320/fo-bba24r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070927466915215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;... it hurts when the one you love left you and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"you deserve someone better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;,  then all you can say is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;" maybe i do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, but deep inside you are crying cause you know you can't find better if you already found the best ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-5721133868885493344?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/5721133868885493344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=5721133868885493344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5721133868885493344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/5721133868885493344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-NqgtAt6I/AAAAAAAACag/bj1J6Yr5GtQ/s72-c/fo-bba24r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-115309562995454485</id><published>2006-07-03T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:12:42.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Goodbye - Letting Go Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OmQtAt8I/AAAAAAAACaw/90rCajlkhyw/s1600-h/Portrait02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OmQtAt8I/AAAAAAAACaw/90rCajlkhyw/s320/Portrait02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070928493412399042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never leave someone behind, you take a part of them with you and leave a part of yourself behind. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· I made the choice to finally go because I can’t stand this pain. It’s time for my last tear to fall and me to smile again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Being strong sometimes means being able to let go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· As you left and said your good-byes, you forgot to tell my heart how to live without you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Good-byes make you think. They make you realize what you’ve had, what you’ve lost and what you’ve taken for granted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· How lucky I am to have known someone who was so hard to say goodbye to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· I learned to laugh, I learned to cry, but will I ever learn to say goodbye? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· I’ve learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures can never replace being there, memories forget the hard times, words can never replace feelings, and heroes often go unsung. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Saying goodbye isn’t the hard part, it’s what we leave behind that’s tough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Why are the words goodbye, I’m sorry and I love you, so easily pronounced, but so hard to say? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Goodbye, I never wanna see you again. Goodbye, I don’t want to be your friend and there’s no need for me to stay and lose myself to you. And be abused by you. I don’t need the pain from your mind games. When you try them again, I won’t be there for them to work anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Just before I go, don’t you offer any sweet advice because where were all your shoulders when I needed them so long ago? And now with legs so weak and weary from this silly dance, with a suitcase full of memories, I pack my bags and slowly drift away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Sometimes you have to let go of someone to see if there’s anything there to hold on to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Sometimes you won’t let go of love. More times love won’t let go of you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It’s like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn, and that’s why they’re here... you’ll have that gift forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before we can meet again and meeting again, after moments or a lifetime, is certain for those who are friends. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· The loss of a friend is like that of a limb. Time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· Don’t want to leave, but we both know sometimes it’s better to go. Somehow I know we’ll meet again. Not sure quite where and I don’t know just when. You’re in my heart, so until then... wanna smile, wanna cry, saying good-bye. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;· I don’t want to wake up and realize what I was dreaming was right in front of my shut eyes. I don’t want to stop saying hellos for fear of saying good-byes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-115309562995454485?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/115309562995454485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=115309562995454485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309562995454485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309562995454485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-letting-go-quotes.html' title='Goodbye - Letting Go Quotes'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OmQtAt8I/AAAAAAAACaw/90rCajlkhyw/s72-c/Portrait02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-115309476239793414</id><published>2006-07-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:11:25.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>more thoughts on letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OTgtAt7I/AAAAAAAACao/0K3QuBhnXkY/s1600-h/fo-baw22r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OTgtAt7I/AAAAAAAACao/0K3QuBhnXkY/s320/fo-baw22r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070928171289851826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"We      had said good-bye so many times before, but somehow our paths always      managed to cross and we ended up in each other's arms. But now when we      said this good-bye I have this feeling that I will never see you again.      And that really hurts because I know that we are meant to lead our own      seperate lives. And I honestly don't wanna cross your path in the future      cause I don't want all these feelings to come back and have to try to get      over all over again."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"I      guess we've had our fun but it seems our fun is over now and that's all      right it's all right time for me to move along and after all is said and      done I'll be all right it's all right. Tell me something that's sure to      break my heart 'cause everything's my fault. And I know I deserve to be      alone 'cause everything's my fault."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Since      you've been gone, you're all I can think about, baby. It gets me all      choked up. This heart of mine keeps dreaming of you. And it's crazy babe      and I think I've had enough."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Sometimes      you have to let someone go to see if there is anything worth holding on      to."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"A      sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to      find out that it wasn't meant to be and you just have to let go.."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Letting      go isn't a one-time thing, it's something you have to do everyday, over      and over again."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"It's      really painful to say goodbye to someone else that you don't want to let      go, but it's even more painful to ask someone to stay if you can never      make the relationship work out the way it should."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"To      let go isn't to forgot, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn't leave      feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn't about winning or      losing. It's not about pride and it's not about how you appear, and it's      not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn't blocking memories      or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn't leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness.      It's not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn't about loss and      it's not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome      and move on. It is having an open mind confidence in the future. Letting      go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful      for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow.      It's about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon      gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength      to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart      can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and      to clear a path and set yourself free."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"The      pain is just too strong right now and the tears are still lingering on my      face. That's why I think it is best that I just let go."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"And      I will face the world around me knowing that I'm strong enough to let you      go. And I will fall in love again because I can."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Moving      on is simple, it's what you leave behind that's hard."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"How      do you prepare a heart to be broken, or dreams to fall through? How do you      let go of a miracle who means everything to you? How do you walk away,      with the tears in your eyes.... letting go isn't easy...you just pray you      can survive."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"I      hate being put in this position.. I'm forcing myself to let go of the one      person that I need in my life. He's the only thing that makes sense, but      at the same time, the one thing that complicates me.. I know that I'm      better off without him, yet I feel empty whenever I try to let go...but I      guess that emptiness is better than constant hurt."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"I      wonder who will I love and who will I see, but most of all I wonder who      will I be? It seems like yesterday I had it all and nothing was wrong, but      the times are changing and I am moving on..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Yes,      it hurt. It's hard letting go of something that you didn't know you were      hoping for."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"How      can I fight for someone who never fight for me? How can I do my promises      when he can do his promises. All I know is I'm letting him go because I      love him and I want him to be happy."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-115309476239793414?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/115309476239793414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=115309476239793414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309476239793414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309476239793414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-thoughts-on-letting-go.html' title='more thoughts on letting go...'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-OTgtAt7I/AAAAAAAACao/0K3QuBhnXkY/s72-c/fo-baw22r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31209041.post-115309303350423929</id><published>2006-07-01T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:15:21.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>on letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-PLgtAt9I/AAAAAAAACa4/-cd-6HUTNvk/s1600-h/bp-yoo14r%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-PLgtAt9I/AAAAAAAACa4/-cd-6HUTNvk/s320/bp-yoo14r%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070929133362526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Letting go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't take responsibility for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Letting go is not cutting others off, but the realization I can't control others.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not enabling but allowing others to learn from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is admitting powerlessness, which means that the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go in not to try to change or blame another; it is making the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not to diagnose but to support.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not judging others but is allowing them to be a fallible human being.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go refuses to arrange or guarantee results and allows others to make choices that determine their own destinies.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go refuses to protect others from reality but encourages one to face the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go refuses to nag, scold, or argue but instead searches out my own shortcomings and corrects them.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not regretting the past but growing and living for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is fearing less and loving more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31209041-115309303350423929?l=memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/feeds/115309303350423929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31209041&amp;postID=115309303350423929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309303350423929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31209041/posts/default/115309303350423929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-lyza.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-letting-go.html' title='on letting go...'/><author><name>Maru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/R-JS4g4RvlI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ZBvHEtlVKL4/S220/maruja_id.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co7KV4HkV9A/Rl-PLgtAt9I/AAAAAAAACa4/-cd-6HUTNvk/s72-c/bp-yoo14r%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
