<?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-2312245151137140565</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of 16</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312245151137140565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~IZZIE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042281202986979867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312245151137140565.post-2097635440317604542</id><published>2009-04-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:01:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this songg was dedicated to me by my favourite person in the world..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till your here..&lt;br /&gt;wat wud i do without yu..&lt;br /&gt;this song made my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law 7obna ghalta&lt;br /&gt;trekna ghal6aneenn..&lt;br /&gt;mazal 3ash2aneen ma3 ba3ad merta7eeen..&lt;br /&gt;meen yalli a2alak meen&lt;br /&gt;meen yalli a2lak meen&lt;br /&gt;3an 7obna ghal6a&lt;br /&gt;law 7bna 3la6a  trekna 3laneen&lt;br /&gt;mazal 3ash2anneenn ma3 ba3ed merta7eenn&lt;br /&gt;meen yalii a2alak meen&lt;br /&gt;meen yali a2lak meen&lt;br /&gt;3an 7obna 3la6a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mish hamimni el denya kela wenta 7adii&lt;br /&gt;mish hamimni shu badhon&lt;br /&gt;... ba3ref shu badii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mish hamimni el denya kelha wennta 7adiii&lt;br /&gt;mish hamimmni shu badhon&lt;br /&gt;.. ba3ref shu badiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedi 7ebak aktar ba3d.. a36i 3eyounak wa3dd..&lt;br /&gt;ra7 neb2a dayman la ba3d..&lt;br /&gt;law la bokra tarakna ba3d hay heye akbar 3'al6a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedi 7ebbak aktar ba3d .. aa36i 3eiyounak wa3ddd..&lt;br /&gt;ra7 neb2aa dayman la ba3d..&lt;br /&gt;law la bokra tarakna ba3d hay heye akbar 3;al6a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maktoub 3alyna neshta2&lt;br /&gt;lel 7obb el haniii&lt;br /&gt; ta y5las 3omr el ashwa2&lt;br /&gt;tetifni el denye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law 7obna 3'l6a trekna 3'al6anneenn&lt;br /&gt;mazal  3ash2aneenn ma3 ba3ddd merta7eenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312245151137140565-2097635440317604542?l=izziee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/feeds/2097635440317604542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-songg-was-dedicated-to-me-by-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312245151137140565/posts/default/2097635440317604542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312245151137140565/posts/default/2097635440317604542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-songg-was-dedicated-to-me-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~IZZIE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042281202986979867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312245151137140565.post-5405872071557202785</id><published>2009-04-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:09:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a dear little buddy!! hes so young yet seems soo mature.. always makes me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;"booo's me" all the time.. he reminds me greatly of this comedian.. not sure of you hav heard of him&lt;br /&gt;quite a work of art. " russell peters"&lt;br /&gt;the skin tone  well he hasnt really pulled off quite yet. but with a bit of sunshine.. i wud mistaken him for  mr RUSSELL.&lt;br /&gt;.. hrmmm&lt;br /&gt;is he in love or is he indeniall.. it remains a mystery i will soo uncover..&lt;br /&gt;love notes romantic phrases. well seems to me like someone isn't going to fool me..&lt;br /&gt;women hav a sixth sense... msure youve all heard about it..  and im sure youve heard that its almost never proven wrong..&lt;br /&gt;gives us women a very  power no man can deny!!&lt;br /&gt;im hoping all this isnt to waste.. a little hnting with a few facts.. willsurely get the truth out one way or another..&lt;br /&gt;pressure was also provent o be another method of induction..&lt;br /&gt;im not going to get into the army tourture methods. i hav in mind .. as this blog shal remain calm soft and sweet within specific boundaries. but dont be fooled.. i hav ablitlies that avnt been yet seen by many.. but those who have seen them.. make sure you inquirre..&lt;br /&gt;so  my freind.. i shal keep your name annonymous.. . but you sur eknwo yorslef.&lt;br /&gt;keep i mind&lt;br /&gt;i hav this obsession (L) with red things ;) and i .. id just . id just go crazy without all thsoe lottle things that you do.. ;) AMAZING ( your reallyspecial to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahahaahahahaaa " quoted the wise old lady.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family or freinds&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta say wen it comes to immediate family i will b there ... till my fourth cousins and family.. i shall lay.. but a  step furthr than that.. my freinds willl always be there to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s i hav this freind and this  co - fam.. il call it..&lt;br /&gt;who do i advise who do i want to do the right thing.. my dear freind&lt;br /&gt;this seniorita is qite a unique character..&lt;br /&gt;ive known her for soo little time.. yet i feel like ive known her my whole life LISTEN to me&lt;br /&gt;IM WISE&lt;br /&gt;is the  message im trying to convey to you my dear freind..&lt;br /&gt;our laughters and times are pricles.. but at times like this.. think with your head and listen to me..&lt;br /&gt;=D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;love you beobolezzzz&lt;br /&gt;you my homiezzzzz hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312245151137140565-5405872071557202785?l=izziee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/feeds/5405872071557202785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izziee.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-little-buddy-hes-so-young-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312245151137140565/posts/default/5405872071557202785'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;i woke up extremly early.. had an exam well two to be more specific.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;im guessing i &lt;strong&gt;passed&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;barely got any sleep last night.. but coped quite alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;a good freind had just come bak from being away for quite a while.. it was refreshing talking to her.. catchng up.. &lt;strong&gt;old tymes&lt;/strong&gt;.. made me think of how i was and who and where i stood in my life aproximately a year ago.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;surprizingly i hadnt accomplished much this year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;i dont rember what made me so sucessful in my own eyes last year.. but wat i do rember is being contended with where i stood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;human nature always seeks for more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;im guessing i seeked what i had no knowledge of.. went forward to it thinkng the next step i life will be the place where i want to be.. but now being there i had wished.. i hadnt stepped this deep.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;baby footsteps they say is the way to go, thats the pace i shud hav strode at ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;thinking my life through i reliazed i wander around aimlessly.. trying to pass each day as it goes.. less tears than i shed the day before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;n my head i know what i want in my furtue the image seems to be so faboulous and refined just for me.. but applying al this isnt that easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;not going int he pace that i strode n before giving a sense of weaknss as if life is pulling me bak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;the big question is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;is this a reason for me to work harder fight whati feel is wrong but go ahead with it because its whati have in mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;or go bak to the things i had before.. the simple life that lept as simple smile on my face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;regrets maybe a feew.. whos to balme. no one but myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i had recnetly upset a good freind i would more likely call a sister.. priorites needed to be se once in for all everything was turing into a mess.. life needed to be set straignt soon i hope i hav and will show that to her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;actons do speak louder than words.. but one does loose sight of whats realy going on.. being blinded by love can be a reason.. but can never can be an excuse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i hav been putting up with alot from this specific person.. very dear to me.. captured my heart indeed.. how much to put up wiht.. amd i putting up with it because i care or because im scacred of how things will be without this person.. addictioon is it.. a habit.. or whati really want,, i really dont know but everyday i hav the heart to move on but moving on is that the word being constantly reminded..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;?whud this person put upwith half of what i put up big question? remains unaswered.. and needs to be put at test.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but why the trouble.. why the risk of a heart break? stay where you are. you never know it might be the better place of where you want to be. or think you want to be.. as i said before human nature never really contented.. always seeking more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;call me greedyy.. but i seek hapiness of heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;loosing myself isnt the place i thoght i would be.. and isnt whee i think i am.. but i think is the nextt step in the path im going towards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;change is dificult.. but is for the best sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;painful expreiences make one realize who they are and what really matters to each of us as indivisual.. and more like who matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;people all react in different ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt; differnt ways of elaborating on how  each indiisual and how they feell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;but is this just a simple excuse or is it a fact that im stating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;effection does appear when times are rough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;do people react due to the sense of guilt that hits them if they dont.. or if they want to themselves out of their nature towards you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;do people act to please you or to lie you your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;do people act into smiling and manipulating you or leading you into a path they belive is better advisable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;all i know is things need to be differnet. need to be chaged.. change is good and bad... desiosns are all mine.. change is what i seek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;where .. how ... ill leav it for that moment to decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;follow my heart is where i should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;if your heart is happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;your mind will eventually settledown contended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;no heart burns.. no reminders of the unwanted.. dont live in denial just live the way you feel is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont love the life you live .. live the life you love.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312245151137140565-8315566004257650465?l=izziee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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