<?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-920159541308737354</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:16:06.212-08:00</updated><category term='musings'/><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and No Where To Go</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920159541308737354.post-1792368641419021234</id><published>2008-11-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:35:10.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better in Time</title><content type='html'>Better in Time - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt;To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings but that's the past&lt;br /&gt;I believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go&lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-1792368641419021234?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1792368641419021234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=1792368641419021234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/1792368641419021234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/1792368641419021234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-in-time.html' title='Better in Time'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-3615139447704469754</id><published>2008-11-18T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:20:34.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdin On</title><content type='html'>Broken - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;I still see your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hangin' on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-3615139447704469754?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3615139447704469754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=3615139447704469754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/3615139447704469754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/3615139447704469754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/holdin-on.html' title='Holdin On'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-91346621592325334</id><published>2008-11-18T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:50:15.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on Your Side</title><content type='html'>Always On Your Side - Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then you come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game&lt;br /&gt;But when your name was called, you found a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that I was always on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent&lt;br /&gt;But your demons and your angels reappeared&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me with no place left to go from here&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me so many questions all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;br /&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,&lt;br /&gt;How to pull it close and make it stay&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm left to carry on and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Even through it all, I'm always on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;br /&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Or are we left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;br /&gt;But is this how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;No is it how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if they say that love is in the air, never is it clear&lt;br /&gt;How to pull it close and make it stay&lt;br /&gt;If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Was it you that kept me wondering through this life&lt;br /&gt;When you know that I was always on your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-91346621592325334?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/91346621592325334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=91346621592325334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/91346621592325334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/91346621592325334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-on-your-side.html' title='Always on Your Side'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-70474712722554191</id><published>2008-11-16T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:12:43.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to let go of some one you deeply love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize that you still love this person. If it feels as if you can't let go, it's for a reason. Forgetting this person may be very hard to nearly impossible, but that doesn't mean that you can't move on in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand that there are other people out there, you just can't see them. You obviously have been in love with this person so much or so long that it has gotten you to the point where there's no other person in the world but them. Moving on is the hardest part and it can take a long time, but go out with friends and have a good time, because life is too short to live it down in the dumps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never love anyone more than they love you. This one may be hard because most chances are that the person doesn't know how deeply in love you are with them. Pretend you are in their position and realize how they feel... this should affect you because you would know what they're feeling about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to someone. It's always good to get out your feelings with someone comfortably. Talk to someone close to you or if you have to, go see a therapist. Letting go of your emotions and thoughts with someone can be a natural healer. Know that you don't always have to cry it out. (Even though sometimes you have to).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide if you want to remain friends. If you are staying with them in the hopes that they may love you again, then don't. This could restrict you in life and cause you even more pain. Listen to your own heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: Wikihow.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-70474712722554191?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/70474712722554191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=70474712722554191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/70474712722554191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/70474712722554191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-let-go-of-some-one-you-deeply.html' title='How to let go of some one you deeply love'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-5623957357597718432</id><published>2007-03-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:20:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need fixing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Fix You Lyrics - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home,&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones,&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tears streak down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace.&lt;br /&gt;When tears streak down your face and I&lt;br /&gt;When tears streak down you face upon when i see you for my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;when tears streak down you face and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights will guide you home and ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;and i will try to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't broke up with my bf or anything. But I just found the song totally haunting enough to actually search up the lyrics. And I'm sure the lyrics apply to many people out there going through hard times especially over a relationship or with loved ones. And disturbingly enough, I really felt that I could relate to the lyrics at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-6085185196935207"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; //2007-03-20: metrolyrics_showlyrics_bottom google_ad_channel = "1375649310"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "CC0000"; google_color_text = "000000"; google_color_url = "0099FF"; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-5623957357597718432?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5623957357597718432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=5623957357597718432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/5623957357597718432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/5623957357597718432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-i-need-fixing.html' title='Do I need fixing?'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-5953740207728050326</id><published>2007-01-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:35:54.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about dresses!</title><content type='html'>I guess I should have explained in the begining why I've titled this blog in such a manner. To be honest, I had initiated this blog on a whim, without so much of a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of anything witty or smart to say. And I most certainly didn't want to appear pretentiously smart or maybe even alarming stupid with some fancy thesaurus conjured up name that seems to manifest characteristics of your average emo angst blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why this title you ask? I am without a doubt a self-confessed moderate (yes, moderate. I've seen worse) shoppaholic, which basically kind of explains the bit about dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dresses the way your average Brit loves his pint of lager! I come home with the perfect dress everytime, try it on with matching shoes and accessories and then find that there is no where remote I could wear it too. Hint hint to the boyfriend who hardly takes me out anywhere...hehe! Hence...*DRUM ROLLS* the said title!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall also explain the deeper meaning of it, if you can bear with me. In life, we are always waiting for things to happen. Waiting for miracles, the perfect job, the right woman or man, well, you get the gist. But instead of waiting, you should really be taking the initiative to claim what you want and wish for. No point sitting around pretty hoping for magic to happen. One of my favourite quotes.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CARPE DIEM! &lt;/span&gt;to seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this blog will serve as a reminder of this in any undertaking that I may pursue. Don't get me wrong, this will also be a platform for me to rant, bitch, moan or even swoon like any other ordinary female. But shall endeavour to keep estrogen levels to a minimal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch more movies in a half blind state. (refer to previous entry). Toodle oo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-5953740207728050326?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5953740207728050326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=5953740207728050326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/5953740207728050326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/5953740207728050326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-about-dresses.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about dresses!'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-2969084908611053390</id><published>2007-01-11T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:10:32.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind....</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I was on my way to work this morning. Terrible horrible weather as well. Like little wet tornados coming at you. This is the curse of the British weather I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling you get some days, when you know that something bad is going to happen then minute you wake up? Well, I had that feeling. So when i stepped out of my apartment, I made sure I walked further away from the construction sites. God forbid I get hit by a flying crane. Had to stop every few minutes to hold on to something coz the winds were simply frightful! I'm no skinny cow, so you can imagine how strong the winds were, that I had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to cross the road, this cursed gust of wind came and blew my spectacles right off my face! No warning, nothing. Next minute, I saw my thin frameless wire speckies flying helplessly across the road, smashing into a divider...... and then, being driven over by a car. Even then, I still wanted to find it to try fix it coz I'm as good as half blind without them. Surely some UHU glue or cello tape can't temporarily fix. But no.... another gust of wind carried whatever remnants of my ONLY pair of glasses to some where far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues were taking the mick out of me! ah well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is, NEVER wear a pair of glasses of such design in the midst of crappy brit weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-2969084908611053390?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2969084908611053390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=2969084908611053390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/2969084908611053390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/2969084908611053390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2007/01/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind....'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-970467370537259628</id><published>2007-01-08T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:02:31.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Poisonous choices</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just feel like I've made some terrible choices in regards to many aspects and things in my life. From buying those pair of shoes that i now think are too hideous to wear, to relationships. I've always known myself to be stubborn and head-strong, which has often landed me into alot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this propensity of digesting things that are usually poisonous for me and then it's too late.  Everytime I make a choice, I feel the need to give it a chance and believe in it. But I hate that I am wrong. Part of me wants to believe in it but sometimes, you just can't change some things no matter how much you want or wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't deserve it and I know I should have better. Maybe moving away will be good for me. So that I may open my eyes and see my worth, that I'm better than what I think of myself, or what everyone else thinks for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-970467370537259628?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/970467370537259628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=970467370537259628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/970467370537259628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/970467370537259628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2007/01/poisonous-choices.html' title='Poisonous choices'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><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-920159541308737354.post-720540795082303087</id><published>2007-01-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:37:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, a new blog</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling of blissfully going through life and then you wake up one day and find out that this seemingly wonderous life is going to end and you're about to be thrown into the deep end of the ocean? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year has brought and will bring along many new changes to my life. At the moment, what I truly feel is gut wrenching fear (literally) which has brought about bouts of insomnia, emo-ness, and a really bad stomach! It all happened on the first day of 2007 when I woke up sweating and panicking, feeling scared and very much alone. I hate not knowing whats going to happen. I hate not knowing what I'm gonna have for dinner later at night. Yes, I'm naturally this paranoid. What a start to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what better way then to put them all down in words so that someday I can look back and laugh and cry at them? no, not at but with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find peace and strength, bring all the pieces together and remember that girl that I had wanted to be. That my friends is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my pursuit of happyness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people say in their first few post anyway apart from ramble on about randomness? I've got all these ideas and things I'd like to say, but it seems a little premature to do it all just about now. Like the title says, all dressed up  and no where to go. This almost seems to be the story of my life! Maybe once I've warmed up to this blog, will I reveal more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920159541308737354-720540795082303087?l=midnite11angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/feeds/720540795082303087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=920159541308737354&amp;postID=720540795082303087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/720540795082303087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920159541308737354/posts/default/720540795082303087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnite11angel.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-blog.html' title='A new year, a new blog'/><author><name>midniteangel11</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
