<?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-3609571018637177940</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:46:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope &amp; destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>På min blogg är inga tankar förbjudna eller dumma... 
På min blogg behöver jag inte saga och tycka vad man bör göra och vad som anses riktigt ....
På min blogg behöver man inte tjäna under alla oskrivna regler och normer om hur man bör tänka, tycka och vara....
Den här bloggen är min fristad där allt som räknas är ärlighet...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4548244480853599263</id><published>2012-01-27T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:46:07.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;The feeling of helplessness is for me the absolute worst feeling I can think of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;When you of all your heart want to help someone but there is nothing you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;All you can do is to stand by and watch when someone you care of is suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;You wish you could trade places so that you can deal with the pain yourself because the physical pain is easier to handle than that terribly mental pain of helplessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3609571018637177940-4548244480853599263?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4548244480853599263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4548244480853599263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2012/01/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-689386765850540912</id><published>2011-12-23T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:39:01.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a real selfconfidence destroyer even at christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Why do I feel lonely, why do I feel lonely when I have all that a girl can ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Why don´t I have strength to fit in and to be one of them, one of those happy couples crazy in love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a man but he don´t give me closness, I have a man but he won´t held my hand, I have a man but he don´t tell me he love me, I have a man who don´t talk to me, but he is my man and even with his flaws of emotions I hope that he love me, want me and that I do myself right to hope for his love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a real selfconfidence destroyer even at christmas.&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/3609571018637177940-689386765850540912?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/689386765850540912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/689386765850540912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-real-selfconfidence-destroyer.html' title='life is a real selfconfidence destroyer even at christmas.'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7742315891956719756</id><published>2011-12-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:14:20.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vad hände med närhet</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Han visar att han älskar mig på alla sätt utom genom närhet. Närheten är det viktigaste. Närheten är tronen varpå kärleken vistas. Visar han kärlek på alla andra sätt men glömmer närheten.. då är de inget värt.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Om jag är ledsen får jag en dyr present, när allt jag behöver är en kram och ett smekande finger över kinden&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Dörren slår igen och jag står ensam kvar och tänker att efter 5 månader så ska man fortfarande vela ge sin kärlek en kram innan man lämnar för dagens plikter.... Jag är redan trött på att behöva tvinga till mig en kram varje gång...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;Vad är det för fel på mig varför har jag ett sådant behov av närhet eller vad är det för fel på honom, har den del av hjärtat som ska vilja ge närhet förfrusit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Varför har jag så många känslor när Han kan vara så känslokall och tillfreds med sitt känslokalla beteende.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;Varför blir jag så ledsen och varför känner han inte hur jag skriker efter närhet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alla vill bli älskade och vi behöver ständig övertygelse om att vi är älskade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-7742315891956719756?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7742315891956719756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7742315891956719756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/vad-hande-med-narhet.html' title='Vad hände med närhet'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-2311383637361204746</id><published>2011-12-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:59:58.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;- Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Dreams are important.&lt;br /&gt;Without dreams to guide your future,&lt;br /&gt;you become lost, and your every choice and action&lt;br /&gt;become random and meaningless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Jonathan Lockwood Huie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-2311383637361204746?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2311383637361204746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2311383637361204746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-may-not-be-party-we-hoped-for-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-2945329509050741236</id><published>2011-11-28T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:22:10.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: #741b47; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Life is a lot of things but sometimes it´s just shit it dose not need to be anyones&amp;nbsp;fault sometimes it is just becomes like a lose in domino and everything continues to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;rage&amp;nbsp;until all that once was is eradicated.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I suppose that is faith making its way to&amp;nbsp;shape a&amp;nbsp;destiny meant for you. It might not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;be or feel right but it is Faith and it need&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-2945329509050741236?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2945329509050741236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2945329509050741236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-lot-of-things-but-sometimes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5402199947302406383</id><published>2011-11-18T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:20:45.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;How do you explain to someone something you don't understand yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile on my face but I don't know why it's there... I put it on to satisfy all the people that don't even care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can see the pain what we hide, They´re happy for us to keep it inside, our fear is our own; they don´t want to know. Why should we involve them; Why should it show.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quotes by unknown&lt;/b&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-5402199947302406383?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5402199947302406383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5402199947302406383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-do-you-explain-to-someone-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4566882228567040233</id><published>2011-11-08T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:08:19.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy don´t be sad, I´m your sunshine, remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mS98juL6zOg/TrmoNbGyi9I/AAAAAAAAADc/80ZfYgowseQ/s1600/2011-11-08+15.23.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mS98juL6zOg/TrmoNbGyi9I/AAAAAAAAADc/80ZfYgowseQ/s400/2011-11-08+15.23.06.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-4566882228567040233?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4566882228567040233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4566882228567040233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/mummy-dont-be-sad-im-your-sunshine.html' title='mummy don´t be sad, I´m your sunshine, remember'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mS98juL6zOg/TrmoNbGyi9I/AAAAAAAAADc/80ZfYgowseQ/s72-c/2011-11-08+15.23.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-6874425334059512966</id><published>2011-11-07T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:12:23.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got to stand upright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CSlMYoqAO4/TrgP2Q6FBdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uCFyyw_WoA4/s1600/mail.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CSlMYoqAO4/TrgP2Q6FBdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uCFyyw_WoA4/s400/mail.jpeg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;Even though you have forgotten how to breath, forgotten how to sleep, forgotten how to eat, forgotten how to live and forgotten why you are alive. &amp;nbsp;Even then you can´t just disappere, Life isn´t that simple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;Everything is not about me, I am not allowed to be selfish, and if I´d give up there would be no hope left to hope for and no dreams to fulfill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;My trust is in my fate and I beleive my fate to be special in a way that gives&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;me strength to make me continue&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;uphill battle and defeat my biggest enemy;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;wich is myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-6874425334059512966?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6874425334059512966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6874425334059512966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-got-to-stand-upright.html' title='You got to stand upright'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CSlMYoqAO4/TrgP2Q6FBdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uCFyyw_WoA4/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-6032009335106193984</id><published>2011-11-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:02:49.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>despite this darkness.... This Will become my words one day,  I´m a figther not a quitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I saw the light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;At the end of a tunnel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Believe in the pot of gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;At the end of the rainbow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;And faith was right there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;To pull me through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Used to be locked doors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Now I can just walk on through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;It's the greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm that star up in the sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm that star up in the sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm that mountain peak up high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Hey, I made it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;And I'm that little bit of hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;When my back's against the ropes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I can feel it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I am a mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I am a tall tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Oh, I am a swift wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Sweepin' the country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I am a river&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Down in the valley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Oh, I am a vision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;And I can see clearly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;If anybody asks u who I am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;Just stand up tall look 'em in the Face and say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm that star up in the sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;R. Kelly - The worlds greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&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/3609571018637177940-6032009335106193984?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6032009335106193984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6032009335106193984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/despite-this-darkness-this-will-become.html' title='despite this darkness.... This Will become my words one day,  I´m a figther not a quitter'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-3948033898715859421</id><published>2011-10-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:26:34.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m old now</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Looked into the mirror this morning and realized, I am old now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I should have had everything sorted now; I should have a plan, but there is no plan... I´m still like a little girl full of unattainable dreams and with naive hopes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but there is nothing wrong with dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me to make my dreams come true, but I don´t understand, how I’m I supposed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I got to do the duty run in the eternity wheel to keep myself afloat and then there is no time or strength left for dreams just for dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Days goes by and I get older, meanwhile my dreams keeps moving further out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-3948033898715859421?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3948033898715859421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3948033898715859421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-old-now.html' title='I`m old now'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-3982863205603253455</id><published>2011-10-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:58:58.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to what should have been my future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our lives keep moving on in different directions, different continents and on different sides of the globe; I still think about you and wondering how you are and if you healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are content with your life and that you enjoy work, love, surfing and health. I hope that you have met a good person to share your life with who deserve you and take good care of you because you are only worth the best, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt; I hope you get kids if you don’t already have any of those, because you would be a wonderful dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;I don’t believe I will ever get kids that chance would have been with you, but I’m settled with my wonderful pets who mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;You will probably newer understand this, but you should be pleased that you got out of my life before my breakdown, in a way I did you a favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a bit like the weather outside tonight (a crazy storm) and I’m as usual a mess of ups and downs and will always be, but I have learned how to handle it quite well by now. I’m a dreamer and that’s what gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is happy again and she is like a new person, Lucia and mum love each other, my sister is doing Very well working as a social worker and are living with her boyfriend in Stockholm and dad is good with his new family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you always have a piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-3982863205603253455?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3982863205603253455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3982863205603253455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-what-should-have-been-my-future.html' title='to what should have been my future'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-1672212176064499892</id><published>2011-10-09T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T04:56:54.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I must be different. The Human body consists of bones, joints, muscles and skin. All this materials might get tiny nicks but can be restored when broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I must be cast in Iron, once casted errors can´t be repaired and will stay cracked for a lifetime, other parts might be made out of plastic and once it is destroyed it &amp;nbsp;temporary can be fixed with super glu but in matter of time it will always be breakage again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I must be different my cracks and wounds dosen´t heal they remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;The only thing we all have in common is the hart once the hart is wounded there will always be mortal without second chanses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-1672212176064499892?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1672212176064499892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1672212176064499892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-must-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-8803153319384593848</id><published>2011-10-08T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:15:39.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot of things to be happy of but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;How will I be able to enjoy all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;wonderful and beutiful things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;I actually do have in my life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;when my hart is worn out and my mind is broken................&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/3609571018637177940-8803153319384593848?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8803153319384593848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8803153319384593848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-lot-of-things-to-be-happy-of-but.html' title='I have a lot of things to be happy of but...'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7530787062675623403</id><published>2011-10-04T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:50:11.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs &amp; Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/it_is_in_your_moments_of_decision_that_your/191119.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;My guts telling me to run to follow my instinct! But my heart is telling me to settle down; find peace and dare to trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I have a feeling that my destiny is supposed to be that escape that keeps coming up in my head every day, I want to leave, I want to start over again, this time in a cheap bohemian but charming lifestyle in France, just me and my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;BUT my faith is pushing me in the wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I was so close to leave again; my mother was happy again and settled in her new life, my sister has started a new life in Stockholm, my dad hmm yea he was settled already before he even left us, my grandparents are old and brittle but they have each other, but what about this little confused thing called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I can´t really afford my apartment, I don´t often enjoy my job at the hotel, I sure as hell don´t enjoy the 10 months of cold weather, I don´t like the sound of the strict proper language, I don´t like the correctness, I can’t find the charm, the peace or the harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Don´t get me wrong everything is not all bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I do like to be close to my wonderful family, I love to be able to have mine and my families pets all around me and I think I will be able to love my new man&amp;nbsp;very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;For about 3 months ago today I meet this kind, tender, easygoing man who has 18 years more life experience than myself and who make me feel rather safe. We haven´t been apart one night since the day we met&amp;nbsp;and he have stays with me and my pets in my apartment since that day we met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I like him, he make me happy, he makes me safe, he makes me laugh, he is loving towards my pets and he takes my hand and lead me through times of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Today we packed down his life and transferred it to my life, it made me scared because that´s fait pushing me further away from my escape. It makes me more than scared it makes me terrified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;He tells me we will travel he tells me we will escape, but it just blow me past like a gust of wind. I know that will not be the same because you will always have to go back home again.&amp;nbsp;I don´t want to travel I want to escape and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Living life here in this lifestyle I need to live to be able to fit in, It will never make me afford to do or go anywhere and I can´t help the felling of being trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;The thing is that escaping isn´t always that great either, I will be exhausted of once again start over, I will have a hard time to fit in everywhere, the barriers of different languages will make it harder, I will constantly miss my family and feel remorse because I once again left them and after a while I would want to tear up all the newborn roots and leave again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;The other day faith was there again trying to &amp;nbsp;make me understand that I should not escape anymore because my mum said out of nowhere that she was about to buy an holiday apartment in FRANCE.. I would be able to go&amp;nbsp;there often and get a bit of glory from both worlds. But still even thought faith is really pushing me I am far from convinced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: #6fa8dc; color: #0b5394; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;So yes I´m happy but I´m torn how will I ever be able to trust faith when my dream is my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/actions_are_the_seed_of_fate_deeds_grow_into/208805.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-7530787062675623403?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7530787062675623403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7530787062675623403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/signs-crossroads.html' title='Signs &amp; Crossroads'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7357015764300455907</id><published>2011-10-04T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:26:13.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new book ! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fragmens"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6YHnUoyaA0/TorS16kykvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lZmPbsMY_Cc/s1600/315913_10150403080000269_584785268_10850063_2115482894_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6YHnUoyaA0/TorS16kykvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lZmPbsMY_Cc/s320/315913_10150403080000269_584785268_10850063_2115482894_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f6b26b;"&gt;A present from my wonderful mum&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-7357015764300455907?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7357015764300455907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7357015764300455907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-book-marilyn-monroe-fragmens.html' title='My new book ! =)'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6YHnUoyaA0/TorS16kykvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lZmPbsMY_Cc/s72-c/315913_10150403080000269_584785268_10850063_2115482894_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-2341433990331241311</id><published>2011-09-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:10:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Det finns två sorters människor här i världen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Dom som får stjärnhimlen när dom begär den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Och som med självklarhet, tar för sig var dag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Så finns det dom som får slåss för varje andetag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Å, lille konstnär, in känsliga själ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Du vill få världen att skratta, men den har dej ihjäl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Ett spel med märkta kort, ett spel du aldrig kan vinna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Och denna sällsamma längtan, Är allt du ska fïnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter LeMarc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-2341433990331241311?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2341433990331241311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2341433990331241311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/drivved.html' title='Drivved'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-6537452014511660839</id><published>2011-09-14T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:57:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankrike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Idag för 10 års sen hade en blott 19 årig Malin spenderat drygt en vecka i Frankrike. Det var i en lägenhet i Nice på Franska Rivieran som Malin satt och försökte tyda vad det var som hänt där i Amerika den 11 september 2001. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Det var en ung, naiv, oförstörd, liten tjej, full av hopp, full av liv och full av förväntan med ett Leende värmande likt solen som anlänt i Frankrike på obestämd tid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Min familj hade vinkat av mig på flygplatsen 2 veckor tidigare, Mamma&amp;nbsp;med tårarna strilande ner för hennes kinder. Min vackra, naiva underbara mamma som guidat mig genom min uppväxt likt en porslinsdocka i en vacker sagovärld. Hon lämnade mig där på flyplatsen med orden om att alltid tro gott om människor tills de visar motsatsen… Jag lärde mig fort att det var en sak som mamma inte visste något om och jag lärde mig att ha stor skeptism om människor till de bevisade att de var att lita på.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;De första veckorna tillbringade jag i min mammas kusiner Ralf &amp;amp; Philippes lägenhet. Jag hade aldrig träffat dem men de var 2 härliga bröder dock väldigt olika. På dagarna badade, solade jag och upplevde den franska atmosfären. Utanför lägenheten där ja bodde så jobbade en knubbig, charmig tjej som hette Mavis. Mavis hade en fin bil och en söt liten blandras hund. Mavis läste till advokat, men hade ett annorlunda jobb; hon tillfredställde män. Jag brukade sitta i fönstret på kvällarna och se hur hon hoppade in i olika bilar för att åka iväg ett tag och sen komma tillbaka. Jag började rasta hennes hund på kvällarna när hon jobbade. Min mamma har lärt mig att aldrig döma människor så det gjorde jag inte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Ibland följde jag med Philippe på marknaden och stod med honom och övade min franska samt sålde allt från smycken till möbler. Jag älskade verkligen Frankrike och dess atmosfär &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;to be continued nån gång när ja en gång börjar på min bok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-6537452014511660839?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6537452014511660839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6537452014511660839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/frankrike.html' title='Frankrike'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-8875265835177219862</id><published>2011-09-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:10:40.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunkist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqWQ3JeqddU/TnDsUpVuIaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dWu8w4cKtM/s1600/picsay-1316019951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqWQ3JeqddU/TnDsUpVuIaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dWu8w4cKtM/s200/picsay-1316019951.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Yeah we all shine on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;like the moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;and the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;and the sun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/johnlennon383267.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Lennon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-8875265835177219862?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8875265835177219862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8875265835177219862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunkist.html' title='Sunkist!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqWQ3JeqddU/TnDsUpVuIaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dWu8w4cKtM/s72-c/picsay-1316019951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4523725905347227640</id><published>2011-09-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:14:10.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsvEadgHli0/TmqtRH84C9I/AAAAAAAAACw/EJqErFmWA9U/s1600/picsay-1315612048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsvEadgHli0/TmqtRH84C9I/AAAAAAAAACw/EJqErFmWA9U/s200/picsay-1315612048.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My smile has gone missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;It was last seen ages ago&amp;nbsp;before I got betrayed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;lost&amp;nbsp;faith of all that I believed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Please if seen, tell the smile to come back to save my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Nothing can make me smile anymore not even a silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;note on a receipt at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I lied, one thing still make me smile and that's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;beautiful Lucas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that doggy&amp;nbsp;make my sure my hart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;keep beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My smile has gone missing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; color: #351c75;"&gt;I want my new man to be able to see&amp;nbsp;the beautiful smile that I once had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #351c75; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; color: #351c75;"&gt;Because he is good&amp;nbsp;and he deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-4523725905347227640?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4523725905347227640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4523725905347227640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/wanted-my-smile-have-gone-missing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsvEadgHli0/TmqtRH84C9I/AAAAAAAAACw/EJqErFmWA9U/s72-c/picsay-1315612048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-9042727933770381360</id><published>2011-09-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:21:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;if it wasn´t for all these never ending commitments towards family, work and life... than I would have been long gone on a journey towards unknown destinations far far away..to find harmony &amp;amp; the strength in my soul to manage to outlive the destiny chosen for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;just my old rusty car, my dog and me!&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-9042727933770381360?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9042727933770381360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9042727933770381360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5610859928962842911</id><published>2011-08-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:03:56.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaky eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYMrUWN9MQ/Tl08_tkbzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SMwAYCEy5hs/s1600/DSC_0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYMrUWN9MQ/Tl08_tkbzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SMwAYCEy5hs/s320/DSC_0487.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;after downfall the naughty mischiveus me show up, like a chantarelle popping up in the moss at authumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;What to excpect;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;can I trust myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;will I behave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;will I make myself proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;I never have peace in my mind either my mind is up high crazy or it is sad deppressed at rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-5610859928962842911?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5610859928962842911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5610859928962842911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/sneaky-eyes.html' title='sneaky eyes'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYMrUWN9MQ/Tl08_tkbzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SMwAYCEy5hs/s72-c/DSC_0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5260264696073133533</id><published>2011-08-29T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:30:47.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;It will always come back. Just like winter comes back every year, just like hunger comes back every day, just like sleepiness comes back every evening. It will always come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I never know when and why but it will be sneaking up on me, it will never leave me at peace for long. I can never process it because I don't know what to process, I don´t know what it is, why it keeps coming or where it´s coming from, all I know is that it will always return, and it always does, always, until the day i disappear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I should be ashamed. I have everything I could ask for; a loving and caring family, a man that adores me and look at me with love, my dog who is my spark of life, roof over my head... But still how can I seize this love and luck if I always know IT will com back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;IT is a giant black cloud who make me lose hope, loose my footing making me slip in to the abyss of darkness and loose my precious life spark in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I go from happy to empty and that IT hunts me for days, making tears roll down my cheeks without any known reason, make my mind speak disparaging thoughts, making me sad, antisocial, empty and lost. I fight to stay above surface and I stay alive not to disappoint my loved ones. The feeling of devastation of my soul and emptiness of my mind is a feeling you would never be able to explain. In this state I am only alive for my loved ones but secretly begging them for authority to let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;How to process something who dosen´t exist? how to heal something that isn´t broken? how to find peace when always hunted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;How to get rid of those feelings? feelings echoing in my head...... please let me go, please let me go of those feelings of remorse, please let me leave these roller-coaster nightmare behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;A roller-coaster got to go down to be able to go up and if i let go and fall out and disappear into the infinity than I make a choice that prevent me from having faith and hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;It would prevent me to enjoy those amazing moment of when the roller-coaster stands on the top and the overwhelming feeling of happiness, excitement and satisfaction of what may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;If I give up, I wouldn´t be able to see my mum smile, wouldn't be able to se my sister succed in her new life, I woulde´t be able to wake up and look into the eyes of the man I love, or I wouldn´t be able to feel the love when coming home to my lovely puppy Lucas, I woulde´t be able to make sure my Grandmother  got to end her days with a smile on her lips. I would have given up on hope and when fait and hope dies so does your soul, and without a soul you are nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;However much and however hard and however painful this big black cloud is, IT is not  going to break me, I won´t give up, because a black cloud every now and than, and to get to sit on top of that roller-coaster sometimes sure is much better than a black hole of infinity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;IT will always be a struggle, until the day it all ends, Because it will always come back, always. But when it gone down to hit rock bottom, its going back up and I will once more be back on top to collect strength before it goes back down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;It is amazing being back up on top, but hard to reach to enjoy. It will always be a constant roller- coaster of something I will never understand and that never will make sence and it will always go up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Faith and hope help me stay alive but my loved ones is the ones that really force me to struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I love you all, I don´t think you ever going to understand how much, if it wasn´t for you, I would be long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-5260264696073133533?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5260264696073133533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5260264696073133533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/bipolar.html' title='bipolar'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7740953133655215406</id><published>2011-08-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:22:03.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have forgotten how to jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have or could have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;No one waits forever.&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/3609571018637177940-7740953133655215406?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7740953133655215406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7740953133655215406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-forgotten-how-to-jump.html' title='I have forgotten how to jump'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4268849703168681832</id><published>2011-08-27T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T05:33:20.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted of the human chaos, want to sit on my peaceful rock and not move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0w5aLjoW_E/Tljh_8wafrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kgznk3anmNs/s1600/312818_10150355955100269_584785268_10517913_2823958_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0w5aLjoW_E/Tljh_8wafrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kgznk3anmNs/s320/312818_10150355955100269_584785268_10517913_2823958_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/463743/sam-keen/burnout-is-natures-way-of-telling-you-youve-been-going"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font: 16.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/463743/sam-keen/burnout-is-natures-way-of-telling-you-youve-been-going"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/463743/sam-keen/burnout-is-natures-way-of-telling-you-youve-been-going"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;“Burnout is nature's way of telling you, you've been going through the motions your soul has departed; you're a zombie, a member of the walking dead, a sleepwalker. False optimism is like administrating stimulants to an exhausted nervous system.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 55px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/author/Sam+Keen"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;Sam Keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font: 14.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/895309/peter-richter/one-of-the-main-causes-of-burnout-is-a-loss-of-reciprocity"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;“One of the main causes of burnout is a loss of reciprocity in social interactions. In other words, we have to give much more than we get back.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 55px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/author/Peter+Richter"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;Peter Richter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font: 14.0px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/1396399/susan-scott/burnout-happens-not-because-were-trying-to-solve-problems"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;“Burnout happens, not because we're trying to solve problems but because we've been trying to solve the same problem over and over and over.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 55px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;Susan ScottSusan S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;The humanity ezhaust me and I want to hide / Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-4268849703168681832?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4268849703168681832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4268849703168681832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/exhausted-of-human-chaos-want-to-sit-on.html' title='exhausted of the human chaos, want to sit on my peaceful rock and not move'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0w5aLjoW_E/Tljh_8wafrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kgznk3anmNs/s72-c/312818_10150355955100269_584785268_10517913_2823958_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-2304740788477011794</id><published>2011-08-26T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T03:12:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You´ve gotta learn to live with the pain not for the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;"It has been said that time heals all wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;I do not agree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;The wounds remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;(Rose Kennedy) Reid "Criminal Minds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-2304740788477011794?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2304740788477011794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2304740788477011794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/youve-gotta-learn-to-live-with-pain-not.html' title='You´ve gotta learn to live with the pain not for the pain'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-8520529534372317203</id><published>2011-06-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:45:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A serious age crisis and a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;While at work checking in all drunken guests coming to celebrate midsummer Friday afternoon, I realised I hadn´t been celebrating midsummer myself for 10 years. 10 years is a very long time and it also made me feel very old... I decided that it was about time to celebrate it this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;After work I headed out in my dress and heals to meet up with my 5 and 7 years younger cousins. That I should never have done cus that didn´t make me feel any younger that's for sure. We went to a party where I definitely was the oldest and even tho the young boys was kind enough to compliment me and everyone tried to make me feel as one of them I was just feeling like an outcast....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;Man I think I´m having a serious age crisis. It is like when you believe you might be pregnant and just seeing babies everywhere but I was just seeing 14 year olds and saw my own life flash by and how more wrinkles appeared by the hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;The night and my age crisis went on. I saw two boys from my past who both had new girlfriends at least 10 years younger than myself of course. I saw all this beautiful young girls with skin as the perfection of silk, I saw all this unmature boyishh boys and all theseoverweightt stinky old men but the boys in between was not to be seen, supposed they where all home with their families cus that's what you supposed to have in my age... family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;My mind had gone stuck on ages. Around 2 at night after bumping in to a 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt; man from my past standing under a tree making out with what looked like a 13 year old, than I simply gave up and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;Thanks to my rather early night I woke up early Sunday morning and went to pick up my little sunshine doggie at my grandparents Place. &amp;nbsp;My grandparents actually met when my grnadma was only the age of 12, and they are the most loveful couple i´v ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;My doggie, myself and my cousins went for breakfast downtown. My cousins went off here and there to meet up with people and myself sat down on a park bench feeling blue. When I sat there feeling sorry for myself my phone beeped and gave me a massive fright tho I had forgotten how the message tone sounded as it was so long ago i got a message. And there it was.... that random message that I  never ever would have expected... Halloj how´s it after the midsummer weekend....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;It Was from a guy I met ages ago but the timing where off at the time but now the timing was great haha how´s that for miracle timing.... Went from me sitting on a bench feeling lonely and blue  to a beeep to a walk in the park with a handsome man full of potential... and he loves to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;When you least expect it miracles does happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;It might never be anything witht this man but I am defenitely in Love with the miracle  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-AU" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/3609571018637177940-8520529534372317203?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8520529534372317203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8520529534372317203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/serious-age-crisis-and-miracle.html' title='A serious age crisis and a Miracle'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5340833280389821389</id><published>2011-06-13T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:09:44.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a real man</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;wondering why all the wrong men are drawn to me.... perverts, cold egotistical bastards, stalkers, 60 year olds, unfaitfulwifebeaters, drunks, sex addicts... or the kindest most wonderful ones, that I wish I could fall for but just can´t. &amp;nbsp;Just let me love and give me a real man dammit, one who actually deserve me, or at least keep the crapy ones off me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-5340833280389821389?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5340833280389821389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5340833280389821389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-man.html' title='a real man'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-6995208815771513702</id><published>2011-06-12T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:13:04.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Goodrem´s llyrics to Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;"Fragile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six thoughts at once I can't focus on one&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week but my life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;br /&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;In six thousand years what will this mean&lt;br /&gt;Words from the heart or a melody&lt;br /&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;If people can see right through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like an open door that I can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid from the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&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/3609571018637177940-6995208815771513702?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6995208815771513702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6995208815771513702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/delta-goodrems-llyrics-to-fragile.html' title='Delta Goodrem´s llyrics to Fragile'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-1648896180590503625</id><published>2011-06-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:11:31.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Francoise Sagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;I do agree, either love to point of madness or just don´t, there isn´t anything worst than lame love... All in or nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-1648896180590503625?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1648896180590503625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1648896180590503625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-loved-to-point-of-madness-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-9114756031370190160</id><published>2011-06-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:30:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Why all this setbacks and no success? I´m losing hope, I´m losing my religion that is the hope of fate and destiny. I´m treading water faster and faster but still sinking slowly towards the darkness. What have I done wrong to deserve these constant setbacks, what have I done wrong to not deserve peace and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Please as I once again need it more than ever, give me a sign, just a little sign to convince me that it is worth my effort to keep fighting, convince me of that there will be success, convince me that I will find my path to happiness and convince me that my hart dare to find love again and that love will find me, convince me of finding peace, and convince me that there is strenght to keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;There will always be people who are worst of than myself, but the human mind don´t work like that it is as hard for everyone even though there are more or less pesky situations. I should be happy for so much but if there is no peace in your soul or mind you won´t be able to attract the harmony of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Once you have hit the rock bottom of darkness there is a long jorney to get back on track, that jorney might last you til the end.. you take two step forward but fall six steps backwards. But if you ever managing to get back on track you will be reborn as a new stronger person. I will still be lonely, I still won´t fit in as the numb others do.... the numb others would never get to understand  my long and struggeling journey but if I could be able to feel hope again than it will all be going in the right direction and my religion will be reborn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Faith &amp;amp; Destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/3609571018637177940-9114756031370190160?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9114756031370190160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9114756031370190160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/faith-destiny.html' title='Faith &amp; Destiny'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7684289746842385715</id><published>2011-05-28T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:15:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jag vill hoppas, jag vill tro, jag vill va naive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Varför denna onda cirkel, varför vågar jag inte finna lyckan längre, varför ska jag bli så osäker och tappa mitt självförtroende så hårt så att jag mister hela min personlighet och min charm. Varför blir jag nån som inte är jag, varför kan jag inte blotta hela mitt underbara jag och visa vilken underbar liten tjej jag faktiskt är.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag låser istället in större delen av mig själv bakom självförtroendets galler och hoppas han ska tycka om den tysta, tillbakadragna, krystade, blyga, ocharmiga, tråkiga lilla del av mig som finns kvar i frihet, ..... men hur ska han kunna tycka om den lilla del om ja inte ens står ut med den själv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det krävs att han visar sin uppskattning så tydlig så det etsats in i pannan på honom så att ja kan läsa av han som en bok, då först, då vågar ja släppa fram lite till av mig själv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varför blir jag så destruktiv att jag ignorerar de små tecken på uppskattning han ger mig och vänder dessa till något dåligt och bryter ner mig själv ändå mer. Varför analyserar jag varenda ord, rörelse och sak han gör till något negativt. Varför vågar jag inte ha tillit längre, varför har luften och orken att våga gått ur mig. Varför jämför jag mig med hans X. Varför vågar jag inte låta mig känna mig älskad, varför kan jag inte unna mig själv att få känna&amp;nbsp;lycka. Jag kan aldrig vinna om jag inte vågar. Vad har jag mer att förlora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varför lämnar jag honom inte efter en underbar natt tillsammans med ett leende på läpparna utan istället med uppspärrade skrämda ögon, bultande hjärta och med en känsla av skräck och en oemotståndlig lust att springa, fly, gömma mig, förstöra, försvinna, bara ifall att så han inte kan såra mig eller jag honom. Om jag blir osäker på honom och tappar mitt självförtroende så är risken stor att jag får för mig att ta till nån av mina reservplaner och sårar honom oxå eller bara för att jag tror att han är på väg att såra mig, så att jag inte blir så sårad eftersom jag förstörde det själv och det känns bättre än att bli sårad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allt ja vill e att få peace, någon att komma hem till som lyser upp och ger mig en kram och frågar hur min dag varit, någon som saknar mig, någon som kryper upp hos mig i soffan, någon som håller om mig när jag är ledsen, någon som är min bäste vän, någon att lita på till tusen och någon som vill älska mig för vem jag är och nån som jag faktiskt till och med vågar och kan&amp;nbsp;älska tillbaka.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-7684289746842385715?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7684289746842385715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7684289746842385715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/05/jag-vill-hoppas-jag-vill-tro-jag-vill.html' title='Jag vill hoppas, jag vill tro, jag vill va naive....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-3040913312231467108</id><published>2011-05-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:51:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want but I don´t want, but I want but I´m terrified, but I´m terrified not to as well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hated being single all I wanted was to find that special somebody that would love and care for me make me laugh and feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not hard to find him, in the matter of fact I can fin many Him in a week. It is when he is found my confidence drop. The first couple of dates is not hard the hard bit is the rest. To keep him, To make sure he don´t notice how badly my confidence drops and how destructive my thoughts become and how quiet I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I love him the harder it is. I struggle to make myself stay with him and not leaving him with a poor excuse. Even if he is perfect and I might Love him I have the urge to leave him to save him from myself, I don´t find myself good enough for him and feel that all I say or do is stupid. Those evil little voices in my head keep telling me how worthless I am.... and the voices just keep echoes in my head save him, save him, save him, save him your selfish bitch, just because you might love him it dose not give you the right to ruin his life. The more I like home the louder the voices get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with someone is to risk everything, to dear trusting someone with your precious soul, and get stripped bare both physically and mentally. You will risk to get broken down and hurt but on the same time If you have a dream, give it a chance to happen, every chance taken is another chance to win. You just need to dare to throw yourself in there with all your hope, trust the faith and follow your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in hope of that maybe this time I might be able to conquer those evil voices, and to let myself deserve to feel happiness, I don´t think it will be easy but it is a start and you just got to keep hoping because without hope what would life be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was ever achieved without someone taking a chance. You can get hurt, disappointed, frustrated, sad but if you don't even take a chance you get empty and that is the closest you get to beeing alive but dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing but also the hardest thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-3040913312231467108?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3040913312231467108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3040913312231467108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-but-i-dont-want-but-i-want-but.html' title='I want but I don´t want, but I want but I´m terrified, but I´m terrified not to as well'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7457485648804489677</id><published>2011-04-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:17:21.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;You don´t actually need to be lonely to be lonely. I often feel lonely even though I have a lot of friends, know a lot of people all over the world and have a huge family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;When people are doing all this fun stuff such as going &amp;nbsp;to the islands, having nice barbeques at someone’s house, going for a road trips or just going for &amp;nbsp;beers at the pub I would never get asked to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;With My Girlfriends I suppose it is my own fault as I just don’t like gossiping and sit around talking for hours , as I don’t like that it make me feel like an outcast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I think that’s the reason I always preferred hanging with the boys is because they do more active things together in a group. The thing with the boys is that when I feel insecure I can be a bit flirty and say stupid things which is not really me, but I become the blond girl that the boys expect me to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;With My friends that are boys it feels like they want some kind of sole rights to me and don’t want me to meet their friends even though they know there is definitely only friendship between the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;At work I feel lonely as I work so so hard as I’m such a perfectionist, while my colleges giggling would sit gossiping and browsing in some magazine, I get angry and agitated at my colleges as they can sit there in such peace while I’m so stressed out with things that need to be done even if I have no right to, so I feel as an outcast once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;My sister would never invite me to join her and her friends as I think she feels Embarrassment towards me as I speak too much, and according to her don’t think before I speak. I am only me and I say things that I think of, I’m honest and straight up and I am proud of myself for that. She don’t need to be ashamed of me, she don’t need to stand up for things I say, because that I can do myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;If I have a boyfriend he would go out to “meet the boys” and I will sit alone back at home as he don’t really like me being out anywhere without him. He would go for dinner and drinks without me and get home about six o clock in the morning and I will fell like the loneliest girl alive when I hear the door open even if I don’t have rights for those feelings as I’m not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Animals don’t make me feel lonely the jus love me unconditionally and warship me. When I feel lonely at night my little dog would crawl up and put his head gentle on my arm, look me in the eyes and soon be snoring comforting next to me and I will fell asleep and disappear into my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609571018637177940-7457485648804489677?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7457485648804489677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7457485648804489677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-1274600860078513675</id><published>2011-04-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:22:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside.&amp;nbsp; If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the girl is really me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'~' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-1274600860078513675?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1274600860078513675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/1274600860078513675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-smiles-with-all-that-she-has-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7171650794711302453</id><published>2011-04-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:25:35.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;It's hard to end love with someone, but its harder to love someone when its not the same love you started with. What is the hardest is when the years goes by and you realizing that that someone actually is the love of you life anyways but that its now to late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥R.W.S♥♥♥&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/3609571018637177940-7171650794711302453?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7171650794711302453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7171650794711302453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-hard-to-end-love-with-someone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-7758509824175620339</id><published>2011-04-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:30:40.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I am trapped between the loyalty to myself and the loyalty towards my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to pack my backpack bring my puppy and escape out in the world of infinity. I want to escape again but this time without the remorse and feelings of betrayal towards my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them more than anything in life but in order to find peace I need this spiritual egoistic trip without any attachments or feelings of remorse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trapped because they will always care, always love, always want me to live to what to them seems a happy Life, a life with a house, a car, a husband, a fulltime job, a baby, and pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trapped because of the unromantic fact of the necessarily of money, I’m trapped because of my apartment, my beautiful pets, my loyalty towards my family, my need for serenity and peace, and because of the fact that I will always feel lost even when I’m not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trapped in my body where my head is tormented by the feeling of anxiety, panic, eternal restlessness, and the constant feeling of not belong here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest feeling of them all is that wherever I am; if it is a cold rainy day in Sweden or a on a beautiful beach somewhere warm it does not matter because I still will feel lonely, trapped and lost.&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/3609571018637177940-7758509824175620339?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7758509824175620339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/7758509824175620339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5945221949169038766</id><published>2011-04-01T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:32:20.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rescue me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could find peace just for a day, an hour or at least a minute. My brain just spinning, eating my heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"&gt;The frustration is taking over all my senses, my body slowly shutting down one feeling after another to prevent me to explode making me feel numb, lonely and lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Where is my rescue? I need my rescue! My faithful, loving and caring rescue, the one which will always stand by my side, fell asleep looking into my eyes and wake me up with a soft kiss and comforting words of hope&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-5945221949169038766?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5945221949169038766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5945221949169038766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/rescue-me.html' title='rescue me...'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-3665741570060125900</id><published>2011-03-25T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:55:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;hmm 04.22 home from long day at work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;to a lonely bed in a cold country.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;but i´m not bitter.... just a tiny bit sour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;with salty tears..... but still the sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-3665741570060125900?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3665741570060125900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/3665741570060125900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste.html' title='Taste'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-5882187318234069118</id><published>2011-03-23T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:32:23.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;I agree, but I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with that you need to find peace within yourself, but I think that sometimes you might need a helping hand along the way. I don’t think you need to find it all by you self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel lost in between; even the one’s who has found the peace within themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are just like the animals, we need togetherness and are meant to be two. Two to find total trust in each other and give guidance through darkness and hard times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;WE are just NOT meant to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think people who try to live alone will suceed as a human being. Her hart withers if it does not answer another hart. Her mind shrinks away if she hears only echoes of its own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;I feel Split:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved but on the same time people drain me, even the closest of&amp;nbsp;friends, and I find loneliness to be the&amp;nbsp;beutiful&amp;nbsp;but sad state to live&amp;nbsp;in. Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a quotation of a very vise man Mr Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/3609571018637177940-5882187318234069118?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5882187318234069118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/5882187318234069118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cannot-find-peace-within-yourself.html' title='“If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else”'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-6241128253110636546</id><published>2011-03-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:21:02.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>”sent 50 tal 60-70 och tidiga 80” talet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De tankar jag skriver om idag har jag inte mycket fakta om eftersom jag inte ens var född men det är min uppfattning och fantasin som flödar om det sköna ”sent 50 tal 60-70 och tidiga 80” talet. Självklart var inte allt bara underbart på denna tid men jag har valt att va naiv och hålla mig till endast det underbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Människor hade mer livsglädje, spontanitet, galenskap och vilja. Dom vågade göra revolt, vara annorlunda och prova nya saker. Då var det lov att uttrycka känslor och att känna känslor… Idag är man psykisk sjuk om man känner sina känslor och de bör dövas med lämplig medicin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Det var när musiken var for real med riktiga instrument och när musiken kom så djupt från hjärtat så man blev rörd i själen. Det var med riktiga instrument med violiner, cellos och blåsinstrument som kom från verkliga instrument inte syntar eller datorer…&lt;br /&gt;Det var när tv, IPADS, Datorer, Mobiltelefoner, botox, Laser, och naturkatastrofer inte styrde vårt liv….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Musik växte fram som aldrig skulle glömmas. Det var artister som Nina Simone, Eva Cassidy, Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole, Billi Holiday, Miles Davis, Janis Joplin, Jimmie Hendrix, Van Morison, Otis Reding, Frank Sinatra, Bob Dylan, Edit Piaf, Stevie Wonder, Carole, King, James Taylor, Donna summer, Salomon Bourke, Barry White, Al Green, and Eart Wind and Fire, The Eagles, TheBeatles, Chicago, The Bee Gees, Dire Straits, Rolling Stones, Gun’s &amp;amp; Roses, Led Zeppelin and the biggest of them all Bob Marley and Buena Vista Social Club och alla de jag glömt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Prova nu att rada upp riktigt bra artister under 2000 talet som du tror du kommer minnas för alltid….. i alla fall för mig blir det tvärstopp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Det var mer romantiskt, mer känslor, mer revolt, mer vågat, mer mig.&lt;br /&gt;Jag tror jag mått mycket bättre om växt upp då och sluppit den eviga stressen. 2000 talet har inte varit annat än stress sen det började och de hävdades att jorden skulle gå under vilket den som vanligt inte gjorde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;En av mina stora förebilder Marilyn Monroe en stark, stolt kvinna som sägs ha lidit av bipolär sjukdom. Hon dog 1962 exakt 20 år innan jag föddes hon rubbade på den stora tabu regeln om att kvinnor inte fick ta för sig och inte fick vara starka och snygga och välja och vraka. Hon gjorde allt med stolthet och trotsade alla regler om hur en kvinna borde uppträda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."&lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Året innan jag föddes dog en stor Legend vår allas älskade Bob Marley. Bob Marley var den 3je världen första pop superstjärna och den man som introducerade världen till Reggaes mystiska krafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-----Bob Marley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-6241128253110636546?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6241128253110636546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/6241128253110636546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-tankar-jag-skriver-om-idag-har-jag.html' title='”sent 50 tal 60-70 och tidiga 80” talet.'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-2000761340849654319</id><published>2011-03-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:17:14.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soo me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"&gt;Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash! Fall in love. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at a stupid joke. Cry. Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell the asshole what you feel. Let someone know what theyre missing. Laugh til your stomach hurts. LIVE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-2000761340849654319?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2000761340849654319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/2000761340849654319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/unknown.html' title='soo me'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4170905394843446462</id><published>2011-03-16T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:22:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is the most important thing in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;My family means the world to me. My parents gave me the perfect childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;I got to grow up in the amazing countryside neighbour to a stable full off horses, sheep's, chats, dogs and other animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;I was surrounded of people with both feet's on the ground. It wasn't about barbie dolls, cartoons, broken nails or Brazilian waxes, it was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;It was about getting the hay in before the rain, it was about seeing newborn fouls, kitten, lambs and other animals struggle to take their first step and to adjust to their new world. It was about the powerful feeling of braking in the big wonderful horses and to win the respect of that amazing animal weighting 20 times our own weight. It all was about love,  responsibility, teamwork and commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;It was about feeling loved, safe and cared for. If they where to pick me up they would never ever be late, they would always be there at least 5 minutes before time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;My family is this kind of family who is just so genuine, kind, considering, loving and wonderful that it is almost to hard to belong to them, but on the same time they are my saviour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;I wonder where I had been today without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;My life is often quite chaotic and goes up and down as a dramatic roller coaster, but when everything seemed black they the ones who make me keep going it is for their sake, because I could never dream about hurting them, I would never be that selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Sometimes I have secretly prayed to myself for them to let me go, to release me and say it is Ok we understand, but fate and destiny must want otherwise as I got blessed with such loving and caring family. They make me keep fighting and stay strong even when I don´t want to myself. Even if it sometimes feel unattainable I have hope that one day I will be at peace with myself and find harmony within myself, one day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-4170905394843446462?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4170905394843446462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4170905394843446462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-is-most-important-thing-in-world.html' title='Family is the most important thing in the world.'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-9067307269277622763</id><published>2011-03-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:25:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“My Dear you feel as many feelings in one day as most people do in a lifetime”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ibland har det känts som om jag varit på väg att sprängas för jag känner så mycket och tänker så mycket och ser så mycket men ingen runt om mig verkar förstå, En vis man som ansåg sig synsk i El Salvador sa en gång till mig... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“My Dear you feel as many feelings in one day as most people do in a lifetime”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;När jag var liten var jag i stallet hela dagarna varje ledig stund och pratade med alla hästarna och älskade naturen.... jag kände sån trygghet i stallet så jag kunde somna bredvid nån av hästarna i deras box och sova så gott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #20124d; color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;Mamma tror att min barndom som var så omgiven av djur och natur har gjort att jag är så känslig, jag kan läsa av en människa som är ledsen eller förtappad även när ingen annan anar det. Min mamma kan inte dölja något för mig jag ser allt, hon tycker nästan det är lite spökligt. haha fast ja e inget spöke jag är for real mycket mer for real än många många andra, för mig är det sorgligt med alla dessa människor som rymmer från sina känslor även om jag många gånger tänkt själv att jag orkar inte känna så mycket och att det bara är ett totalt kaos i mitt förvirrade lilla huvud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-9067307269277622763?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9067307269277622763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/9067307269277622763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dear-you-feel-as-many-feelings-in.html' title='“My Dear you feel as many feelings in one day as most people do in a lifetime”.'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-4332671124875622527</id><published>2011-03-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:20:00.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oskrivna regler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"&gt;ju mer genuin, ärlig, rak och godhjärtan människa man är desto mer besvikelse verkar man få uppleva.... för att passa in i dagen samhälle måste man vara med och spela de falska människornas spel annars finns det ingen chans för oss egensinniga människor. Det är Sorligt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"&gt;Kanske är det där osäkerheten sätter in och man börjar tvivla på sig själv. Det är inte jag som ska bli destruktiv för att smälta in! det är jag som måste välja de människor som uppskattar mina fina sidor och uppslattar mig för den jag är. Det är lättare sagt än &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;gjort för om man inte följer alla dessa normer och oskrivna regler så skrämmer man människor och de tar avstånd från det som är anorlunda.&lt;br /&gt;Varför ska mycket som inte ens behöver vara så svårt kännas så invecklat och jobbigt. &lt;br /&gt;Jag vill inte vara med och leka om det är så här det ska vara, jag vill njuta av livet fortsätta att vara ärlig rak och fin och att det ska finas tid och plats till lycka och gemenskap men varför skrämmer jag folk med mitt öppna sätt att vara när det egentligen är dom som ska bli rädda för sig själva.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609571018637177940-4332671124875622527?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4332671124875622527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/4332671124875622527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/oskrivna-regler.html' title='oskrivna regler'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609571018637177940.post-8338100889725160689</id><published>2011-03-09T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:22:03.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many lonely people sitting waiting for Love to happen, but if everyone just waiting and noone do, than we all end up alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #660000; color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;If you alone it is because you think too much before you do...&lt;br /&gt;If you dream too much it is because you don’t make your dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get to know someone get to know the person not the rumors surrounding...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to meet someone let them know....&lt;br /&gt;If you want to love someone simply love....&lt;br /&gt;If your surroundings do not accept your choices they are not worth your consideration...&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your own hart, others opinion is not important, it is your life and it is you who is to decide the path....&lt;br /&gt;Do not destroy your own destiny with leaving your decisions in the hands of others....&lt;br /&gt;The fate and destiny will eventually lead you right in the long winning road to Love and happiness....&lt;br /&gt;In Love there are only two individuals involved,&lt;br /&gt;others have nothing there to do with their judging jealousy....&lt;br /&gt;It is not harder than you make it,&lt;br /&gt;what is the worst that can happen....&lt;br /&gt;If you do and get a no or if you don’t do and will never know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609571018637177940-8338100889725160689?l=hope-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8338100889725160689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609571018637177940/posts/default/8338100889725160689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope-destiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-many-lonely-people-sitting-waiting.html' title='so many lonely people sitting waiting for Love to happen, but if everyone just waiting and noone do, than we all end up alone'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575984169362116696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nc0nKq_vEw/TXZpMoUGvlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m3sNPxDCrVs/s220/DSCN2696.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
