<?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-6768372949660897975</id><updated>2011-10-14T19:26:36.316-07:00</updated><category term='body'/><category term='chance'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='moment'/><category term='choice'/><category term='fairy tale'/><category term='love'/><category term='soul'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Aims blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of a woman who is finding her way in the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emiA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479141955644070102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768372949660897975.post-431886209702874226</id><published>2009-01-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:41:28.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I thought love was only true in Fairy tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qst6oy1tUw4/SWeZoLfIisI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yoRKygjxU_U/s1600-h/fairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qst6oy1tUw4/SWeZoLfIisI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yoRKygjxU_U/s400/fairytale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289365202927127234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away.  Their lived a princess who wore the most beautiful black clothes with an apron of blue and green which sparkled as it caught in the sunlight. Every day she met her Prince. They became best of friends over time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;They would disguise themselves and go into the local village and mix amongst the villagers. They had fun and they would laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The only thing was that the prince was under an evil spell upon which a wicked witch had placed on him for some time. It kept the price bound to the witch so he could never love another person other than the witch. The princess was saddened and disappointed at the thought of this. Because the princess had fallen in love with the prince. She loved to spend time with him, and he made her laugh all the time,  but when it came down to it she knew that she could put her life in his hands he would guard it with his life.  The princess tried to fall in love with other princes who were more charming, or handsome, or rich than the other prince. But she knew her heart would belong to him for as long as she lived, even if he did not know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;One day the wicked witch caught the prince amongst the villagers laughing and having fun and she got angry and cast him away from her for all eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The prince believed that he loved the wicked witch and that the wicked witch loved him. He tried hard to make her come to him again, but alas with no avail he realized the wicked witch would never love him again. He grew sad and every day the princess could see how sad he was but all she could do was be there for him and be his friend in the hopes that someday he would realize that his true love lay waiting patiently beside him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I have a theory that my mum read too many fairy tales to me when i was young so i have a really fucked up outlook on love and the reason i haven't had a relationship is because I'm looking for "the one". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I mean the one is there even any such thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Is there just one person out there for every one person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you go through a couple of people before you finally meet "the one"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The population of the world is 6,706,993,152 from July of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the 01 July 2007 the world Population was 6,602,224,175 that means more than &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3,301,112,087&lt;/span&gt; are women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. So if there is only one man for one woman, There are going to be some very disappointed women out there. Should we just give up now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Why chase, why put on make up and pretty clothes? If natural selection works anyway there is always going to be a few disappointed souls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;                 For me, I know I give out just a little bit but I believe that love is out there for me. When the time is right, I will meet "the one"  that is right for me at that moment in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I think there can be many "ones" though out your life they might be a lover, or a friend, or just someone who caught your eye and you ended up kissing never knowing a thing about that person. But in that moment in time, they were "the one" for you. They were the right person to come into your life at that time.  Who knows why, but in that moment in time, they were the one for you. But there can only ever be "the one" true soul mate who will capture your heart for all of eternity because you trust him with your life, he is your best friend, he is the person who makes you laugh, he is your lover, he is the person who catches your eye across a crowed room and makes your heart skip a beat. He is the prince. Ans all you can hope for is that you live happily eve after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768372949660897975-431886209702874226?l=feckinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/431886209702874226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-love-was-only-true-in-fairy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/431886209702874226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/431886209702874226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-love-was-only-true-in-fairy.html' title='I thought love was only true in Fairy tales'/><author><name>emiA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479141955644070102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qst6oy1tUw4/SWeZoLfIisI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yoRKygjxU_U/s72-c/fairytale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768372949660897975.post-8045316428408241645</id><published>2009-01-05T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:12:25.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1   style="margin: 0pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“The choices we make and the chances we take, determine our destiny.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, find my soul and I'm yours forever..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"True love cannot be found where it truly doesn't exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does."&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/6768372949660897975-8045316428408241645?l=feckinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8045316428408241645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/8045316428408241645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/8045316428408241645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>emiA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479141955644070102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768372949660897975.post-5542635043394014324</id><published>2009-01-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:40:01.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Mistakes are made.....................&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes???&lt;br /&gt;Being 22 I feel I am young enough to make mistakes, old enough to learn from them and young enough to repeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost mistakes are made and you learn from these mistakes........................ but because you are in your twenty's you have a tendency to repeat these mistakes if you weren't some how physically or emotionally injured in the process of making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but if learning from your mistakes was as simple as it sounds. Regrettably it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;How do you find your self back it the same place, where you were only this time you know exactly how you feel, but you don't know if AGAIN you can do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Fecking love! how do you tell your best friend that you are madly in love with him and would do anything in the world for them. Thing is since I found out he was going out with someone over a year ago I was trying so so hard to get over him. And now they have broken up but he is still mad about her and I'm back where I was but only now I know how I really feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be back where I was again. I don’t want to be in the same place as I was before, loving a guy that I can't have. The thing is now, our freindship is more solid than it ever was before. We have become best freinds over the year.&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on I just can’t do it, but I cant help how I feel about him. Because if I stop for a moment, I’ll admit I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves me too though, he’s told me he loves me. Thats the killer, but its just as a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.” Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768372949660897975-5542635043394014324?l=feckinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5542635043394014324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/5542635043394014324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/5542635043394014324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>emiA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04479141955644070102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768372949660897975.post-8008834822601547879</id><published>2009-01-04T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:39:21.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Journey Mary Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;One day you finally knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;what you had to do, and began,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;though the voices around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;kept shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;their bad advice--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;though the whole house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;began to tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and you felt the old tug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;at your ankles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Mend my life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;each voice cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But you didn't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You knew what you had to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;though the wind pried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;with its stiff fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;at the very foundations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;though their melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;was terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It was already late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;enough, and a wild night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and the road full of fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;branches and stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But little by little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;as you left their voices behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the stars began to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;through the sheets of clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and there was a new voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;which you slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;recognized as your own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that kept you company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;as you strode deeper and deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;into the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;determined to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the only thing you could do--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;determined to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the only life you could save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768372949660897975-8008834822601547879?l=feckinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8008834822601547879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/8008834822601547879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768372949660897975/posts/default/8008834822601547879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckinglove.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' 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