<?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-15214538</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:02:18.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If, If Only? - Make a point today!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214538.post-116867529766374524</id><published>2007-01-13T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:03:55.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There he was, the one lone soul by the water. There and then, he felt truly free, for his was the true world, the one true world free from all its complexities and vanities.&lt;br /&gt;Ease was the one thing that filled his mind, for he knew none was watching him. Silence seemed to be his one true companion, shielding him from the harsh verities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, he allowed himself to sink deeper into the depths of the freezing waters. The distant playing of a piano was the only sound there was, creating a subtle yet electrified atmosphere. Deeper and deeper he sank, surrendering his very body and soul to the freezing depths…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew then, that he was experiencing the most beautiful event in the entirety of this world, the event that was nature exhibiting itself in its most splendid and purest of form [Flashback to the scene from “American Beauty” of a bag being blown around by the wind]. All that filled his mind were the raindrops that seemed to fall with lives of their own, virtually dripping and falling from every point in the sky. They seemed to dance along the water’s surface, before finally dissolving into oblivion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his lips against his bare arm, feeling the tingly sensation of the coolness of his skin- almost a kiss that he’d always hoped for. Realization crept in, a realization that he won’t give to be anywhere else in the world, just him and his thoughts, for silence was his master. He knew he had to abandon the world he knew before in order to be free, for he was trapped deep in the dungeons of his mind, a harsh dimension to the world he lived in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper still he sank, allowing himself to be one with the coldness, yet he knew that though his surroundings were physically cold, there still remained a spark of humanity, of realization in him, a spark that provided for a embracing warmth deep with his soul that conquered all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said that our eyes are the windows to our souls, yet he knew that a certain sparkle (much unlike the sparkle one would find from the eyes of an amazed child), had long since disappeared from his soul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave of serenity swept over him, almost tremulous and tender in it’s longing for a human soul. As he took in each lungful of the wintry air, he knew that the only place on earth where he could find solace was right there, with a dragonfly, a bee and ants as confidantes. The coldness made him numb, but He loved the coldness, for it wiped out the pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Beauty can be found where we open our minds…”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-116867529766374524?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116867529766374524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=116867529766374524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/116867529766374524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/116867529766374524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-he-was-one-lone-soul-by-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-116062424899607747</id><published>2006-10-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:49:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Psalm 23- &lt;em&gt;Revised student's Edition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not Flunk;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He keepeth me from lying down when I should be studying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leadeth me beside the water cooler for a study break;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He restoreth my faith in study guides;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leads me to better study habits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my grade's sake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of borderline grades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not have a nervous breakdown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For thou art with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayers and my friends, they comfort me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You givest me answers in times of blankness;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You anointest my head with understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My test paper runneth over with questions I recognise;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely passing grades and flying colours shall follow me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the days of my examinations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I shall not have to dwell in this school forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;!AMEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Feel free to pray this prayer in times of uncertainty or trouble.... It WILL Work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stay tune for more Study Prayers... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-116062424899607747?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116062424899607747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=116062424899607747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/116062424899607747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/116062424899607747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/psalm-23-revised-students-edition-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-114181731720429943</id><published>2006-03-08T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:28:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it yet again another crime to be different? To be unique? Individualism was given for a reason... As stated in the Bible, "Those who judge shall be judged", we should never judge someone for his/her individuality... Is it really a crime to be an extinct breed? My body may live in this modern era, but my soul, my mind- Lives elsewhere... The one deformity of the human Race was it's disability to see past faces... I may not be deformed but a shield, a special aura surrounds me. Everyone has one... it's up to you to find it within you... Perhaps it's due to this that my soul is tortured on a daily basis... Though I've finally found another Extinct Breed too... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-114181731720429943?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/114181731720429943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=114181731720429943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/114181731720429943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/114181731720429943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2006/03/crime-is-it-yet-again-another-crime-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-114156893602795765</id><published>2006-03-05T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T06:28:56.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Crime??&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Is it truly a crime to live in an age, an era where true love exists, while the body lives in an ever-modern world of fake hearts with people who display a probable wide-range of love quotes on probably their MSN Messenger accounts without actually even truly understanding them?!?! These people deserve nothing... for the greatest thing a person can and probably WILL, ever learn in his/her life is just to love, and be loved in return...&lt;br /&gt;Will false charmers- these worshippers of a incredulously fake Don Juan reign in this age while the poor/poverished suffer. Will we live for love or money? Will it take a death of a loved-one for us to "WAKE UP", step up our lives and live? Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-114156893602795765?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/114156893602795765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=114156893602795765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/114156893602795765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/114156893602795765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2006/03/crime-is-it-truly-crime-to-live-in-age.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112720469452963125</id><published>2005-09-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:24:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's nothing personal, it's just business...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Doing business is not just all about being qualified and having the right skills. Being a teamplayer is simply NOT enough. Combining the right smarts with the proper attitude makes a perfect businessman and/or entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Behind every successful man is a woman... behind that woman is his wife."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112720469452963125?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112720469452963125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112720469452963125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112720469452963125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112720469452963125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-nothing-personal-its-just-business.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214538.post-112590337050312107</id><published>2005-09-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:56:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                                                            LoSt??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine getting trapped on a unknown island without getting rescued for a period of time... Of course nobody wants to get trapped on a island inhabited by Human-eating creatures, such as those seen in the HIT, drama series "&lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;". But picture yourself trapped on a picturesque and serene island, where your daily living neccesities are of little as a problem to you. Imagine being able to forget all of your worries of the stressful woes of life and being able to reflect on how you have lived your life before. Such a life has it's advantages indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Note to self: Forget the note!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112590337050312107?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112590337050312107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112590337050312107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112590337050312107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112590337050312107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost-imagine-getting-trapped-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214538.post-112565352102388898</id><published>2005-09-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:35:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th mystery: Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there are 2 parts to our "inner-selves"? One part is our "true" self, the part and/or side that we portray ourselves to be in our daily lives. Another part is our so-called "conscious", the part that controls our every step and move and if we do wrong, we find ourselves unable to forgive ourselves, the part that provides &lt;em&gt;resistance&lt;/em&gt;. This second part is sort-of, seen in the &lt;strong&gt;NIKE &lt;/strong&gt;advertisement, advertising the &lt;strong&gt;NIKE&lt;/strong&gt; free shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We should step out of the person we've been lately, into the person we really are, into the person we were meant to be... only then can we find peace and our true selves."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112565352102388898?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112565352102388898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112565352102388898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112565352102388898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112565352102388898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/09/4th-mystery-ourselves-did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112548151334041071</id><published>2005-08-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:45:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1401/1600/475080016[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1401/320/475080016%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Mystery: Why are we put on this Earth anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this very Earth that we live on is a testing ground. Just think about it- Why would god want to create people of different races if he could unify the races of people of the Earth and avoid discrimination and civil unrest? Is there really &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; good without Evil? I believe the earth to be our ultimate testing ground and our lives- "Our Test".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt;: The ultimate paradise and the result of us passing the test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112548151334041071?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112548151334041071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112548151334041071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112548151334041071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112548151334041071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/3rd-mystery-why-are-we-put-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112385984308709820</id><published>2005-08-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:17:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Birthdate: May 7&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss. This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : To ALL Readers! : Try this website, it is dead accurate!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         ...&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112385984308709820?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112385984308709820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112385984308709820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112385984308709820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112385984308709820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-birthdate-may-7-born-on-7th-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112357084025807911</id><published>2005-08-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:58:19.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd Mystery- What are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to think about this: Is it Nature or Nurture that makes us what we are today? Are our destinies already fixed and confirmed or do the many different steps we take in life decide our fate? Personally, i think nature does have a part in our very development- Did you know that any normal baby is able to hear and understand the world from inside the mother's womb? This is why, as a child born from an unwanted pregnancy knows it is unwanted &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; it is born, it &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; grow up with many insecurities. Of course, nurture plays the biggest role in a average human's personality- including the enviroment and method the child was brought up in and on respectively... Watch and follow the lives of 25 babies from birth to adulthood as we figure out this big mystery in the biggest human experiment ever coming soon on Arts Central(Channel 12)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before, let your soul take you where you long to be... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112357084025807911?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112357084025807911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112357084025807911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112357084025807911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112357084025807911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/2nd-mystery-what-are-we-really-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112356981320598446</id><published>2005-08-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:55:38.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st Mystery- Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an obvious fact how pure and innocent children are... This is the reason why many heavenly beings or "Entities" as you can call them, appear only to children and to children alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an example would be The Holy Virgin Mother of God or simply known as "Mother Mary" appearing to three blessed children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u ever feel more tired as in &lt;em&gt;Spiritually &lt;/em&gt;tired as you grew older and less fresh as each new day begins? Did you ever feel as though the burden of &lt;em&gt;sin &lt;/em&gt;weigh much heavier with each passing day?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a way to counter it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112356981320598446?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112356981320598446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112356981320598446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112356981320598446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112356981320598446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-mystery-children-its-obvious-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112349590009030014</id><published>2005-08-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T04:52:25.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1401/1600/DSC02079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1401/320/DSC02079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we have many questions to ask- Why are we put on this earth anyway?, Is there really no beauty without ugliness?. Well... this blog is here to discuss and maybe even perhaps answer some of these questions. Readers, prepare for enlightenment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112349590009030014?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112349590009030014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112349590009030014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112349590009030014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112349590009030014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-life-we-have-many-questions-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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-15214538.post-112349563079164517</id><published>2005-08-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:58:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firstly, you must be thinking how i have chosen the names for my blog and ideas... Keep guessing... This blog will be a splendid one in time to come. But one thing's for sure... this blog would not be as LAME as my last one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nccrulz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://nccrulz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~Angel Of Music~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214538-112349563079164517?l=wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/feeds/112349563079164517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214538&amp;postID=112349563079164517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112349563079164517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214538/posts/default/112349563079164517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.blogspot.com/2005/08/firstly-you-must-be-thinking-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rashlyanicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316909361827352171</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></feed>
