<?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-8575328537062866622</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:38:39.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl; Interrupted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-4671561984653279263</id><published>2009-03-03T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:49:57.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings; James Morrison feat. Nelly Furtado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you broke me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's so untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I'm speaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't feel anything that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's like chasing the very last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;train when it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to hold on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but it hurts too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;enough to make it all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't feel anything that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heart don't want to feelI can't tell something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well the truth hurts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we both know it's too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't feel anything that yourheart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can´t tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well truth hurts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-4671561984653279263?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4671561984653279263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Nelly Furtado'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-3402146303167313540</id><published>2009-01-22T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:15:05.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been quite a while since i wrote anyhting worthwhile in here. To be honest I thought about deleting this blog altogether but on seeing that I need a space to share my happiness, I decided not to. Anyway, just an update;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became Fb friends with Jordan Knight..of NKOTB. I waited 16 years for this moment..and as weird as it is, I think its just , well..not a big deal. he seems as human as anyone else and its just cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking alot about some stuff that have helped me get back some good feelings, although they weren't neccesarily good. partly good and well, mostly bad. Can't help it; its a karma thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, catch ya later..when I have more ideas to be happy that is ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-3402146303167313540?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3402146303167313540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=3402146303167313540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3402146303167313540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3402146303167313540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-quite-while-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-6440821224570400694</id><published>2009-01-10T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:02:04.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What certain must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Something unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yet, meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In a hidden point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In a sad goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The reality of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a puppet show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or any sort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love..or maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Something I was..had been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Searching for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-6440821224570400694?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6440821224570400694/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2199391962626977677</id><published>2008-12-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:42:50.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the coolness of your smile is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;stirring of birds between my arms; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i should rather than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;almost, your kiss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i have found what you are like; e.e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2199391962626977677?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2199391962626977677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2199391962626977677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2199391962626977677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2199391962626977677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-coolness-of-your-smile-is-stirring.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-8719509854610807765</id><published>2008-12-26T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:08:04.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Til everything burns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;While everyone screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Burning their lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Burning my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; All of this hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And all of this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; I'll burn it all down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As my anger reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Til everything burns... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;everything burns; Ben Moody featuring Anastacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-8719509854610807765?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8719509854610807765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=8719509854610807765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8719509854610807765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8719509854610807765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/til-everything-burns-while-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-5653765617459199752</id><published>2008-12-21T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:15:14.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The night is long and as I stand under the tree and look up, the twinkling stars look down on me and bow in happiness. A slow, cool breeze blows over me and I feel you stand close. I smell your familiar scent and you hold me in your arms. You whisper your secret dreams and you tell me of how much you have missed me, your smile lights up the darkness that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to you as you gently kiss my lips, slowly, growing into an urgency that floods me with an uncontrolable desire; a rush.. then in a moment you are there, you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out the window as I sit up on my bed..I still hear your voice ringing in my ears...yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-5653765617459199752?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5653765617459199752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=5653765617459199752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5653765617459199752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5653765617459199752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-is-long-and-as-i-stand-under-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2821195224640817313</id><published>2008-12-15T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:20:02.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;How do you know if its absolutely right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;How do you know when what you feel is true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;How will you know if all that's been said isn't a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;How will you feel if he did feel like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Would you walk away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Would you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Would you give your mended heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;And risk it being broken again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;You never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Unless you try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;And return the favor and feel how he feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;And know how he really does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2821195224640817313?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2821195224640817313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2821195224640817313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2821195224640817313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2821195224640817313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2276760341450045833</id><published>2008-12-09T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:12:24.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST5gm41MvaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Nh8pAwSxt6w/s1600-h/bor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277762034531614114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST5gm41MvaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Nh8pAwSxt6w/s320/bor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to pretend to be happy, will just hit you in the face. So if you have to be angry..go ahead and yell. No one should tell you what to do; don't have the bloody right to. Its your life to screw up and slip off, so do what you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except sometimes, I wish I had half the guts to do it; and I don't... so life sucks that way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh well, at least it gives me time to smell more of the roses..even if they're dead ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2276760341450045833?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2276760341450045833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2276760341450045833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2276760341450045833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2276760341450045833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/trying-to-pretend-to-be-happy-will-just.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST5gm41MvaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Nh8pAwSxt6w/s72-c/bor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-7953982278966468395</id><published>2008-12-08T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:35:08.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST1aihzw1II/AAAAAAAAAK0/mPgYYO-jOVE/s1600-h/Sexy+maimen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473887585621122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST1aihzw1II/AAAAAAAAAK0/mPgYYO-jOVE/s400/Sexy+maimen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The cold wind blows through the window like empty thoughts in my brain. I stood still listening to the whispers it sends me, as if it had some life. I wandered through empty rooms of memories left untouched by time and stood and lingered, each one warming me up, bit by bit, little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Small little balls of though run around the floorboards and stay there. Sudden flurry of unknown voices sting my ears and I close my eyes to make out each one, to grasp a sense of familiarity but they all sound the same; echoing the same sentiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As if the torture of their loss is not enough, my eyes water in the sight of them. I try to reach out but they seem to go further and further away from me. The emptiness suddenly stabs like a knife, and I fall back, reeling in an unseen pain. A torture to my existence, blanket of darkness to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is as if my purpose here has no meaning, my existence; a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tiny fingers jostle me awake. I open my eyes slowly and stare into small ones, replicas of my own. Small little hairs line his perfect eyes, a button nose and lips like little rosebuds. I close my eyes as he opens his; peek a boo..and then he catches me and smiles. I kiss his face and hold him close as we fall asleep again in a tight embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stoking his little arms, playing with his little fingers.. I realize that nothing else really matters. My future is here...in my embrace..and no one can take it away from me..and even when my time comes, my memories will live in him..just like they do, in my heart.&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/8575328537062866622-7953982278966468395?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7953982278966468395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=7953982278966468395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7953982278966468395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7953982278966468395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/ST1aihzw1II/AAAAAAAAAK0/mPgYYO-jOVE/s72-c/Sexy+maimen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-5265183183089197530</id><published>2008-12-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:31:19.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe loneliness is my better friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'How did we get here? I used to know you so well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How did we get here? I think I know..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Decode : Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion. Voices in my head screaming; low growls, almost animal like. Trying to make sense of everything while keeping the angered beast at bay. Trying to justify the meaning of what happened yet unsure and not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much anger and yet I am unsure where the point starts and where it ends. What exactly the source is and why its even happening. So many questions, so many unanswered 'whys'. I stare blankly at the four walls surrounding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tick tick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness; only the sound of my breath echoes this haven I use to call my home. Giggling, merry laughter and so much happiness. Children running but I see shadows, no faces. I try to reach out but I'm pulled back..back to a place I don't belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg; Let me stay..I want to be with my angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to hear me; You refuse to let me stay. This darkness is all the friend I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tick tick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-5265183183089197530?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5265183183089197530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=5265183183089197530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5265183183089197530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5265183183089197530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-loneliness-is-my-better-friend.html' title='Maybe loneliness is my better friend'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-8541320745903773136</id><published>2008-12-03T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:39:42.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... a little change</title><content type='html'>I have been having these really ridiculous dreams..I don't know what they mean really and I try not to dwell in them as much as I can. Although it does bother me half the time..yes, I am confused; as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look deeper into it (the dreams) I am looking at change. Well, everybody needs change, be it consciously or subconsciously. Everything; human or inanimate...we need a little change. Countries need change, just look at the USA..and Harry Potter needs a change, he needs to look sexier than Edward Cullen or risk falling into the sissy category (thats just MY opinion). I need to change and try to look my age instead of 30 years OLDER. My house needs a change because I have way too many kids, animals and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is healthy when you know what you're doing. If you're depressed and you get a haircut and a make over to look a bit like that girl from the cover of the Health magazine, its ok..but if you were thinking about Cher then er..well I have no comment. Thats when it becomes unhealthy. The idea that change has to be drastic. Subtility is always a better option and no honey that dress makes you look like an over riped melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come 2009, I have decided that yes, I want a change. I am giving myself an option to lose it or LOSE life. I am talking about my weight. Lately my knee has been flaring up again and its just bugging me so I have thought about the various options of weight loss that do not include the needle :O) are you insane? I wouldn't want that big of a needle on my butt or anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have all learnt that we should be grateful with what we have, big small or tiny. Yet one thing that comes to my mind when I think of my size is; DEATH BY HYPERTENSION. So I don't think that being like this is a good idea. I have started with cutting down on my binges. Yes, I miss my double cheeseburgers but I do not want butt cheeks that look like burger buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your change and your resolution?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-8541320745903773136?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8541320745903773136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=8541320745903773136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8541320745903773136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8541320745903773136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-change.html' title='... a little change'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-9062300460732283530</id><published>2008-12-01T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:18:55.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STQOWSrj-DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/accjvJ4keuI/s1600-h/gift-imgCALLNQEZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856839692154930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STQOWSrj-DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/accjvJ4keuI/s320/gift-imgCALLNQEZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is there something on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You refuse to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it bothering you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why I act this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you hide yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cannot seek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;because the corner is too dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the vision is bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As much as we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What was is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet, I am still unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of feelings long left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of tears long dried and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A fear in here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I could let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yet..I see you standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the distance..taunting me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your time has passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me live now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A future to call my won..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will hold you dear..and I will never forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now..let me live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8575328537062866622-9062300460732283530?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9062300460732283530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=9062300460732283530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9062300460732283530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9062300460732283530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-there-something-on-your-mind-you.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STQOWSrj-DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/accjvJ4keuI/s72-c/gift-imgCALLNQEZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-4989706520846156449</id><published>2008-11-30T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:20:01.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STOBd8TsQrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilFB-FUsPT8/s1600-h/blk+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701939985892018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STOBd8TsQrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilFB-FUsPT8/s320/blk+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately, I find myself lost in a prism of unknown thoughts. Random things that just seem to come and go as they please, like little sparrows that perch on your window sill and fly off before you get the chance to wave 'hello'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes, I think I may just go insane..insane with so much feelings of sensual emotion, feelings that I thought were long dead. The adrenaline rush of falling into something..LOVE? No, something like it, but the difference is vast and as it is, unexplainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel uncivilized and abscured from the world..although hiding from all the hypocrasy may be a good idea. All it does is bite and hurt you, like a rabied dog on a mad binge..someone shoot that thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tingles all over my skin and kisses all around from an unknown that seems to stick to my heart. Feeling helpless at my uncertain future yet hoping for a happiness that is just hard to grasp. Wondering if the unfairness of being in an unforseen future would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blatantly ignorant of the sound of my conscience, lost in a subliminal dark abyss and enjoying a death -for- sure joyride on a piece of broken machinery that promised me bliss...my mind screams; INSANITY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am me..no doubt about that; no dopplegangers in the picture, your eyes will not fail you. I am where I stand and who I am suppose to be. There is no place for changes, compromises or second guesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then again..part of me just wants to believe in the meaning of..simplicity...an appreciation for all things moderate and a love for all that is just unbeknownst to the roving eyes. Too much thoughts and so much pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to be happy...for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8575328537062866622-4989706520846156449?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4989706520846156449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=4989706520846156449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4989706520846156449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4989706520846156449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately-i-find-myself-lost-in-prism-of.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STOBd8TsQrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ilFB-FUsPT8/s72-c/blk+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-9155669852622946585</id><published>2008-11-28T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:24:51.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STA2-8rJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LS4gs8E8nFo/s1600-h/me+and+mak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273775618717775986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STA2-8rJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LS4gs8E8nFo/s320/me+and+mak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me and mak. I think I was 3..maybe four?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trying &lt;/span&gt;so hard to grasp all that is happening. To understand and make an impression of what's going on. Lost in a myriad of dreams, unspoken truths and unseen sadness. Looking out for what's been said and done, trying to correct the wrong and leaving empty spaces that just don't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trying to deny an emptiness that surrounds and tumbling into the unknown secrets. Sharing a hardened task and going full head into the unrecognizable and unbelievable. Grasping a sense of subliminal sense of reality, crying for a closure of uncertainties and an end to the hypocracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Promising of a new tomorrow, restoring hope and faith. Linking what that has been broken annd fixing a path to make a whole new generation. To feel the strength and power of this insanity called LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the end... LOVE will conquer all &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/8575328537062866622-9155669852622946585?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9155669852622946585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=9155669852622946585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9155669852622946585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9155669852622946585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-mak.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/STA2-8rJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LS4gs8E8nFo/s72-c/me+and+mak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-7494118846814845547</id><published>2008-11-27T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:39:59.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grief</title><content type='html'>I wondered if anyone has ever been here..the point where a love one died and there is a process called grieving. You find yourself in a mixture of unexplained feelings and situations; stuff you never felt before, so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother died recently. The details are pretty vague but he was ill of health and his passing marks the end of a long journey of hope for me. A hope that one day, I may be able to see him again. My world shattered and even now, i am still reeling from all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, how do I deal with it? Is there a way to deal with..this thing called grief? One moment, you are sad, then angry, then happy. It is a rollercoaster of confusion. For some, they drown themselves in work, distracting themselves from thoughts of missing the lost loved one. Some, sadly, drown themselves into unwanted demons, drinking, drugs..just to take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still very lost. I find it hard to accept that my brother, the man I have not seen for so many years, left me without saying goodbye or even a note. The man, I hated and missed at the same time, who messed up my life when he left is now but a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart hangs heavy as I write this...I miss him and its been hard for me. He was the only one who understood me, he wasn't just a brother, he was like another father. He loved me and I loved him... This passing is so difficult for me to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cannot believe Fate is so cruel to me. I question her and her motive; why me..why is it she has to almost always targets me? Isn't there anyone else she can wreck her curses on? I hate her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am grateful, that, despite all that has happened, I have gained a new sister, a new brother, found my niece and happy that all five of my long lost angels are happy and will always be that way..your father is watching over you guys and you are all in my prayers; Fawzi, Faruq, Aisha, Firuz and Rocio... Your aunt misses you and I hope to Allah to please, please reunite me with my angels..even if AK is no longer here..all I have are them..and my sister Pili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and grateness for my brother... you are always my special Angel you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the tears will fall no more..I have to be strong for myself and Abah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-7494118846814845547?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7494118846814845547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=7494118846814845547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7494118846814845547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7494118846814845547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/grief.html' title='grief'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-473025266173430582</id><published>2008-11-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:59:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS2cb2Cxu2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/QiDZwAk5lZA/s1600-h/my+angels+Firuz+and+Rocio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273042740898282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS2cb2Cxu2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/QiDZwAk5lZA/s400/my+angels+Firuz+and+Rocio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want the world to meet; Firuz and Rocio.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew and niece. There is another three whose faces I have yet to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have lost my brother..but my angels will carry on their dad's legacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-473025266173430582?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/473025266173430582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=473025266173430582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/473025266173430582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/473025266173430582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-world-to-meet-firuz-and-rocio.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS2cb2Cxu2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/QiDZwAk5lZA/s72-c/my+angels+Firuz+and+Rocio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-6440747663166205586</id><published>2008-11-26T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:50:54.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS1GIegU3jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/44sk-9pGcSg/s1600-h/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272947850162265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS1GIegU3jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/44sk-9pGcSg/s320/sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No I can't forget this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I guess that's just the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The story goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You always smile but in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your sorrow shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I think of all my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I had you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But then I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And now it's only fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That I should let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't live If living is without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't live I can't give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't live If living is without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't give I can't give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For Mak and Kadir; the two major fans of Air Supply..&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/8575328537062866622-6440747663166205586?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6440747663166205586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=6440747663166205586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6440747663166205586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6440747663166205586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-i-cant-forget-this-evening-or-your.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SS1GIegU3jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/44sk-9pGcSg/s72-c/sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2995622707614565276</id><published>2008-11-24T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:41:03.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I wish I had done a bit more for my previous post but blogger isn't being very nice, so I'm just gonna leave it at that. I wrote such a nice long piece and blogger won't publish it *sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it, hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just remembered why I started THIS blog; my gratitude blog. Where I actually shared my happiness and the stuff I am passionate about on it. Stuff that make me happy and differentiates me from the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on 'The Hurricane of Gratitude' and Alex actually posted a video on my Facepage. He was talking about having a good week and living my passion(s) and it occurred to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What exactly is or are my passions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several things that I like; reading, networking and listening to people and their woes. Sometimes, people call me AUNTY AGGY..whatever that means.I just like helping people. Its a disease I was born with; others before self..although I have no idea who else is like that in my family..oh wait..my dad..I don't know about Kadir, he may just be a selfish ass..if he wasn't, he'd be here in Singapore wouldn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest passion, is writing. Well I have three active blogs and theres one that's just stagnant on the shelf because I realised I opened hadithuna.com with the same purpose in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah, Sharifah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am just so silly sometimes; yet another one of my passions, being silly. I like it when people laugh at my corny jokes and I love to hear my kids laugh, especially Aiman. He has this cute laugh that's a cross between a hard laugh and a giggle. I think most kids laugh like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion has no boundaries, really. To be honest I find pleasure in the most littlest and absurd things; things that people overlook and do not seem to bother. Things that people wave off. I am that passionate about it, whatever it is, as long as it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I need me some PANADOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid headache...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2995622707614565276?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2995622707614565276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2995622707614565276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2995622707614565276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2995622707614565276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-4374744429965738457</id><published>2008-11-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:58:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SUPPORT LOCAL MUSiC!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsISKBfubI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FEcDJ4ZGH2g/s1600-h/Imran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272316896788593074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsISKBfubI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FEcDJ4ZGH2g/s320/Imran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsIRmcpkgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/shz98KiGcYQ/s1600-h/twohill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272316887238808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsIRmcpkgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/shz98KiGcYQ/s320/twohill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsIRfGveiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PY-lXYj1jMk/s1600-h/taufik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272316885267872290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsIRfGveiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PY-lXYj1jMk/s320/taufik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entry is a dedication to local artistes from Singapore; among them that I support; Taufik Batisah, Paul Twohill and Imran Ajmain.I just have to say that what you guys have been doing, your contributions to the local music scene is fantastic. I hope you guys will keep up the good work and carry on in your pursuit to put Singapore on the international music map...Imran, long time no see..I am wondering if you are still that quiet, intense looking young man I met during Aidilfitri about ten years ago at Clementi West Ave 2 &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:O)&lt;/span&gt; I digress...I think that local artistes need alot more exposure. I mean, what bugs me is what happens to them after their wins. As for Taufik, he is an established artiste with various awards under his belt. What about the others? We can't  just have them on ipop or some webspace..bring them out I say! They deserve as much recognition as any other artiste from any other country. They are that talented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is the sense of perfectionism that we all want from them. They are doing their best and hey..they're human too, just like us. Its unfair to have expectations. They sing, act, and they do their best to please us. We should be appreciative of what they have done, be proud of their achievements. If you think you can do better, then come out and sing, or else just sit back down on your salsa stained couch and shut the Hell up! Also, singers sing, not end up as radio DJs..you have mass com students for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I remember back in the 90's&lt;/span&gt; and we had KiCK! with Jai and John Klass and another guy whose name I do not recall. They were super good. We need bands like that. We've got Electrico and they're super good. yet, I don't see enough credits for these people. Sure they get airplay, but will I see an Electrico poster on somebody's wall? maybe..then again, maybe I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I so hope that there will&lt;/span&gt; be more done to spread the word. We need to bring more local acts out there, out to, not just Asia..let's try the world for size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep up the great job, guys...&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/8575328537062866622-4374744429965738457?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4374744429965738457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=4374744429965738457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4374744429965738457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4374744429965738457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-support-local-music.html' title='I SUPPORT LOCAL MUSiC!!!'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSsISKBfubI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FEcDJ4ZGH2g/s72-c/Imran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-503553115086113324</id><published>2008-11-23T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:44:35.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting Miley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSl6OSOJWrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bytLk3ATRQk/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879224641804978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSl6OSOJWrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bytLk3ATRQk/s320/crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I probably shouldn't say this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at times I get so scared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about the previous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationship we shared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome but we lost it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not possible for me not to care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothings ever gonna change until you hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The seven things I hate about you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The seven things I hate about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're vain, your games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your friends they're jerks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you act like them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just know it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make me love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's awkward and silent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I need to hear now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sincere apology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you mean it I'll believe it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you text it I'll delete it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm not coming back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're taking seven steps here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And compared to all the great things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I probably should mention the seven that I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The seven things I like about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your hair, your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your old Levis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we kiss I'm hypnotized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your hand in mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we're in a intertwined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the seventh thing I like the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You make me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You do....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;7 things; Miley Cyrus&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/8575328537062866622-503553115086113324?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/503553115086113324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=503553115086113324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/503553115086113324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/503553115086113324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/quoting-miley.html' title='Quoting Miley'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSl6OSOJWrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bytLk3ATRQk/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-8179811722977114844</id><published>2008-11-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:52:59.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSjg7mm7kkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JYUxvaQiy08/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271710678417904194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSjg7mm7kkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JYUxvaQiy08/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got a love and I know that it's all mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do what you want but you're never gonna break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pocketful of Sunshine; Natasha Bedingfield&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/8575328537062866622-8179811722977114844?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8179811722977114844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=8179811722977114844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8179811722977114844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8179811722977114844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-pocket-got-pocketful-of-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSjg7mm7kkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JYUxvaQiy08/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-3970288770663775899</id><published>2008-11-22T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:06:19.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'What if God was one of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a slob like one of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a stranger on the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trying to make his way home...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joan Osborne; One of Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching tv and oddly the two shows I channel surfed had the same themes..well almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us? One show was about God existing as a human among us (it was in Tamil with subtitles) and the other one was about this African American woman who was struggling to let go of her marriage and her husband and falling in love with another man...it made me cry..what she said actually to her lover after she signed the divorce papers and left her husband...which now I realize is totally irrelevant but still...hmm...ok its something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Ask me again; If I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I carry you with me, in spirit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And when you're gone for more than an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your smile, just lights up my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ask me again; I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ask me again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for romance...I can't help being a hopeless romantic... I even cried watching Elton John get married to his partner... *sniff*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gay by the way...wait a minute..you know that already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, what if God indeed walked among us? I bet he'd be having a tough time, what with the many religious leaders to deal with..the many requests... I'd feel sorry for Him, really I would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God should just stay up there... I like the arrangement that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again, people...Sharifah is OFF THE WALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* what if God was one of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-3970288770663775899?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3970288770663775899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=3970288770663775899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3970288770663775899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3970288770663775899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-god-was-one-of-us-just-slob.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-1449985876531973040</id><published>2008-11-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:26:15.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sure some of you may be laughing and asking yourself if I have gone totally off my markers by calling this blog, girl;intterupted. No, its just a referral to the point where I stopped BEING a girl. The point where the girl was forced to grow up and be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 18, going 19 when I got married. At a time where most of the girls my age were partying hard and worrying about grades and a Uni degree, I was changing diapers and saving up for the future prospect of a new home. No more freedom to just mingle around; no more time for fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't occur to me at first, that it would bother me; I did eventually and I started to get pangs of regret..I hated myself, hated the idea of being tied down and wished so much that I could do something better for myself. I was young, foolish and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I look back...I think to myself; what if I had not been so rushed to settle down? What if I had gone with him to live in Europe, and had all my studying settled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...I will never know but what I do know is this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with being a girl;interrupted. Regardless of what Tom, Dick or Harry has to say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-1449985876531973040?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1449985876531973040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=1449985876531973040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/1449985876531973040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/1449985876531973040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-sure-some-of-you-may-be-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-8910182789403265620</id><published>2008-11-21T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:48:17.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to tell you this. Its been what? 5? 6.. beautiful years of crazy, and sensuous times. You are simply insatiable, and as time went by, I realized that I had feelings for you. Maybe they got lost somewhere in the midst of all the passion, maybe it got stuck in the midst of my tears when I talked about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really back for good? Did you really miss me? Or is it just bait to catch me, to miss you..for your own thrill and excitement... I miss your voice, and I crave to hear you call my name...always 'Daddy's Girl'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some part of me wants to forget you, some part of me wants to just bury us deep in a cemetery of dead memories. I can't trust your love for me, what about her? and the little one? Would you forsake all of that for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, and go back..step back away and love her again...I have found my true destiny and wether I will live happily, or even die an untimely death, I would be happier if you just stayed where you are and made him happy..your little angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still love you... I just got lost somewhere...but I love you just as a friend now... nothing more, nothing less. I can't go back there anymore, baby...life is just too complicated for me to think anymore... the pieces just don't fit anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-8910182789403265620?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8910182789403265620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=8910182789403265620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8910182789403265620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8910182789403265620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-4159652888363219216</id><published>2008-11-20T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:07:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passing by so many people, the streets full of light. Cars honking, traffic jams. People like little ants as I look down on them from the top deck, scurrying around to get to their destinations in this life. The sky changes into many different hues of purple, indigo and blue...and finally dusk settles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars move by in order as I look out the window, searching for familiar places, sights and sounds that remind me of yesteryears gone by. When I was holding Mak's hands as we crossed over to the market and had our lunch of &lt;em&gt;dhosai&lt;/em&gt; with Abah and then headed to the market to see the live fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar white building, majestic as it is...the place where I heard the first cries of all my children; Raihan, Qistina, Badi, Hairul and Aiman... wishing if I could be there again one more time and bring home another angel, if He'd let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights all around tell me Christmas will be here soon. Tall Christmas trees deck the halls of places I never go to, yet almost always see. Aiman is restless in his shoes, running around the isle, he takes them off and screams his lungs out, attracting looks from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A familiar face..a former idol is in the bus..such a nice guy, he waves us goodbye before he leaves and Qistina is smitten..my little Princess is growing up...too fast sometimes...and it makes me sad. I don't know if I would be here long enough to hold her child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, I settle down next to Fendi and tell him of my dream..my wishes..he smiles knowingly and just holds me in his embrace. Life is good...finally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-4159652888363219216?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4159652888363219216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=4159652888363219216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4159652888363219216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4159652888363219216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/passing-by-so-many-people-streets-full.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-3918556602679304839</id><published>2008-11-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:38:00.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sexy dreams are so hard to get by these days, so when you do get one, just enjoy...I sure did. It was just awesome, and NO I am not sharing it with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so glad that I woke up ok and I have no weird sexually explicit hangover *laughs* although a part of me still feels a little kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I shared that..glad I did though, cause honesty is almost ALWAYS the best policy... whoever started saying that ought to be shot..or maybe has already been because he or she was just so freakingly understated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPIDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling is so funny when the rest of the world laughs at two women who have nothing better to do than strip each other to their undies. I know, its degrading, actually; its insane why people take advantage of such situations, its like promoting soft porn. People actually pay money for stuff like that and its just plain degrading...go shoot your own video if you wanna see naked women. Get a walrus and a manatee together and you get pure heavenly bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad I am waking up to a morning of cool breezes and fresh sunshine... and the smell of sweat on naked flesh beats pancakes at breakfast ANYTIME...actually there's nothing for breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot..I have to get some NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-3918556602679304839?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3918556602679304839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=3918556602679304839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3918556602679304839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3918556602679304839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy thoughts'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-5689501592641993815</id><published>2008-11-19T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:45:39.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSP8RlXwUAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZeNLax3PIg/s1600-h/PixieS_083-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270333367973335042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSP8RlXwUAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZeNLax3PIg/s200/PixieS_083-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'I don't want to be anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than ME...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin DeGraw; I don't wanna be; OST The O.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-5689501592641993815?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5689501592641993815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=5689501592641993815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5689501592641993815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5689501592641993815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-want-to-be-anything-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SSP8RlXwUAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZeNLax3PIg/s72-c/PixieS_083-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2388342391680343726</id><published>2008-11-18T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:03:58.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump in the road</title><content type='html'>I had mentioned about bumps earlier and well today was my 'bump'. I woke up to a major fight fest with my husband, and to be honest, I don't exactly remember what it was about and how it started. I was just so mad and angry. I have bruises on my arms, wrist and I am just glad he missed hitting me with a closet drawer by a millisecond..he didn't throw it down at me, just threatened. I almost left the house..with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think that you have it all down pat, but something will just blow up in your face. You hope and pray that it gets better..but it takes more that daily gracious feelings and listing your wants and needs to perfect everything. You have to have FAITH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2388342391680343726?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2388342391680343726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2388342391680343726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2388342391680343726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2388342391680343726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/bump-in-road.html' title='Bump in the road'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-7872052110834010041</id><published>2008-11-17T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:10:10.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, on the road to perfection, you tend to hit bump and fall and get scratches. They will heal and you are on your way again. Today, is just one of those days for me. I didn't exactly wake up on the wrong side of the bed; I may have been able to control my emotions for a bit, but I didn't want to. For once, I just let myself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that, to fully appreciate myself, I have to experience the bad days. As much as I try to supress it, it will still be there and there is nothing much I can really do to stop it. At this moment, I don't think I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, but I think everyone has their weak moments. For me, it was today and although its ended nicely, I still feel tremors of misunderstood thoughts, picture imperfect moments of things unthought and unthinkable. Thoughts that I should have been to suppress and just not think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are there; always, taunting and and creeping into my thoughts when I least expect them to. However, I must say that, as much as I get taunted and disturbed, I can still put a stop to it all and control them. For the sake of my own sanity, I just have to. For the sake of my need to improve myself and be a more worthy person, I will and I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-7872052110834010041?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7872052110834010041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=7872052110834010041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7872052110834010041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/7872052110834010041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-6211864078815900707</id><published>2008-11-16T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:00:35.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in love and how many times have you been in love? Was it good or was it bad? Did it end in matrimonial bliss or are you still good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to feel loved. It feels like the whole world is a better place when you are in love, when the feeling just seems to overpour from your heart and it fills you, body, mind and soul. There is no question, that it is the bestest feeling in the world. The adrenaline is good for your heart :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the love hurts? What if, all you feel is pain, just to sustain the love? Do you dwell in it? Do you keep on fighting and hope it will get by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you love someone, set them free and if its right, they will come back to you. So I believed. Do I still believe in it? Do I still have hope for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to; I have the man I love in my life, and he is the best gift God has given me, lumps bumps, naggy mouth and all *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fendi...you make me complete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-6211864078815900707?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6211864078815900707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=6211864078815900707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6211864078815900707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6211864078815900707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-8461541653128293125</id><published>2008-11-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:05:53.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not subdue to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not be let down by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not be challenged to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not just watch and stand by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will lend my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a mockery of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will stand by my decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even if you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It comes back not to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It comes back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And the choices I have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The reasons for why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have made them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch if you must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Remark if you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stand by me as you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, you can never change me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am who I am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-8461541653128293125?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8461541653128293125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=8461541653128293125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/8461541653128293125'/><link 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However, I am greatful that I am healthy despite being , er, volumptous..if that is the right word for it *laughs*So, in order to make it all work, I have to start working on my motivation and start eating properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained again today, but I am glad I managed to do the laundry and hang it inside. Despite my aching knee I was able to force myself to walk. I am grateful to Fendi, my husband, for cooking dinner today, although I feel bad, because it should have been me cooking, not him. Still, the food was great and I enjoyed it at the dinner table, with the kids, Fendi, my dad and well, Prince... my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to start with the motivation to lose weight tomorrow. I have no idea what I am going to do, but I definately have to get off my fat arse and DO SOMETHING! No more procastination..and I have to clear my closet..man I hope there isn't a dead rat in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-4075754344923572233?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4075754344923572233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=4075754344923572233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4075754344923572233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4075754344923572233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='You win some, you lose some'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-5816037860016945365</id><published>2008-11-13T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:56:13.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good</title><content type='html'>I am feeling great about myself, I have never felt this way before..honestly, I am at that point where its just all going great for me. Despite the bad weather, the screw ups and battling inner demons, I am just feeling absolutely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel thankful for the rain today. Its been so hot lately and the rain seems to just cool the air and the freshness you get after a shower is unexplainable. Its like uncorking a fantastic bottle of aged wine and taking a whiff..I hate wine though...ok now I'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad that Raihan has been given another chance to prove himself in school and prove himself he must. I just hope he can explain to his aunt why her mirror broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's NOT good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you win some, you lose some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-5816037860016945365?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5816037860016945365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=5816037860016945365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5816037860016945365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/5816037860016945365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-2888661050618180891</id><published>2008-11-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:23:52.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRseCbwDKAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vc4fRakPjUI/s1600-h/P1000498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267837216297789442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRseCbwDKAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vc4fRakPjUI/s200/P1000498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Angel, Aiman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's two this year and three next year. He's everywhere i go and he is all that I know. I love him from the deepest part of my soul and when I think that life is giving up, his smile just takes me away to where I can break free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is my joy, happiness and inspiration. There is nothing better than to just cuddle up with him and watch TV. He is my passion, my identity; flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the world seems to crumble, and all colors fade, he comes to me with his strong grip and just smiles...laughs, and his infectiousness just makes me realize how indeed blessed I am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thankful that he is mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ibu loves you &lt;em&gt;sayang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-2888661050618180891?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2888661050618180891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=2888661050618180891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2888661050618180891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/2888661050618180891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-angel-aiman.html' title=''/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRseCbwDKAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vc4fRakPjUI/s72-c/P1000498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-3097216892320177754</id><published>2008-11-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:05:24.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRsMNlh9-1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AjatxjZYZOY/s1600-h/my+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817616692345682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRsMNlh9-1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AjatxjZYZOY/s200/my+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE SYNYSTER GATES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the afternoon today was a little frutrating to get by. Despite the trying moments, I managed to get through the day. What made it worse was the rain and cold weather. It was not just an ordinary passing shower, it was one of those really draining cold showers that was grey and muddy.Still, I am grateful for the rain as its presence was life for the living creatures of the Earth that thirst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am grateful that I managed to get through the day despite a few hiccups. Despite battling personal demons, I won the battle and I am feeling increadibly strong and I stand tall. I don't care what people think, feel or have to wonder..I am me and I will not change for anyone! I don't care what people think of me, &lt;strong&gt;its what I think of me that matters&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes..I love Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-3097216892320177754?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3097216892320177754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=3097216892320177754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3097216892320177754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/3097216892320177754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-switch.html' title='Quick switch'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRsMNlh9-1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AjatxjZYZOY/s72-c/my+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-6930860110922208578</id><published>2008-11-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:00:26.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>treetop walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRphtNEkiPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3uuj1wZlgSI/s1600-h/treetop+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267630143394056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRphtNEkiPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3uuj1wZlgSI/s200/treetop+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun today treetop walking. it was a first for me, to go up to a height that high. Although it's not as high as an airplane, I still had the heebeegeebees. I must say I was brave enough to just walk the length of the bridge despite my fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was trying because all I thought was what if the whole thing just fell and we got crushed by the weight of it all? What if I accidentally swung over and fell downward? In the end nothing happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I am grateful that:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bridge was alright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did not fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather was great&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids enjoyed themselves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got to see things I don't usually see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I gained a new experience&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I get to go there again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-6930860110922208578?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6930860110922208578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=6930860110922208578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6930860110922208578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/6930860110922208578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/treetop-walkin.html' title='treetop walkin&apos;'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRphtNEkiPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3uuj1wZlgSI/s72-c/treetop+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-9050889061333588235</id><published>2008-11-11T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:49:24.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about today..</title><content type='html'>So this is my blog of gratitude. Here is where I will try to promote positivity. I am so empowered with positivity that I just want to share with every single one out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not shaved my head and I am not wearing an orange robe, neither did I enroll myself into some &lt;em&gt;ashram&lt;/em&gt;... I am still the same crazy and loony Sharifah except I am alot better; if you wanna believe in me. I feel empowered to do something, to make a change for myself and hopefully for some poor confused soul out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have been too preoccupied with me, myself and I so I am making changes. By creating this blog, it will give me the opportunity to think about the positive stuff that happened during my days and weeks and will make me realize who I am and what I am here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt; has granted me a new chance in life&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I have my kids, husband and a roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the food on my table&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that my Dad is still with me&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I have friends who care and think of me&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for making new friends and discovering new things&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to the person who discovered the black stuff called COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad that today started and ended fantastically. The weather was just right and my husband really does love me, more than anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575328537062866622-9050889061333588235?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9050889061333588235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=9050889061333588235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9050889061333588235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/9050889061333588235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-about-today.html' title='What about today..'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575328537062866622.post-4486989993458370154</id><published>2008-11-10T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:19:56.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRnMkq8IFwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U7yssvB0gDE/s1600-h/PixieS_011-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267466169560340226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRnMkq8IFwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U7yssvB0gDE/s200/PixieS_011-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This blog is started again to share my daily thoughts and gratitude. Just what makes me feel good about myself and to remind myself that life has many options; I can break free.&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/8575328537062866622-4486989993458370154?l=myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4486989993458370154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575328537062866622&amp;postID=4486989993458370154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4486989993458370154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575328537062866622/posts/default/4486989993458370154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myorganizedchaosmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-secrets.html' title='A new beginning...'/><author><name>madness maxima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15776492731959820818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SUpVn3UPhkI/AAAAAAAAALE/vZEnPh8uwxg/S220/IMG_1188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVEne2LEWpI/SRnMkq8IFwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U7yssvB0gDE/s72-c/PixieS_011-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
