<?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-7642621978660047434</id><updated>2011-08-08T09:43:38.154-07:00</updated><category term='mail'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='personal'/><category term='love'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><category term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>- tiffy torey -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-114717287717904946</id><published>2010-10-14T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:44:47.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":5d" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;div id=":4z"&gt; It's just so hard to understand what the world needs of you. Often I spend hours wondering what to do with my life. Or, more correctly, what to do to help out. Because I'm a person who just can't be happy when things go well for me. I want the world to be happy too. My world consists of the people I care for, and when my world is upside down I can't just hop around merrily for my own blessings. I can't help but try to see what I can do for the ones I care for. But apparently the world doesn't need my help. And apparently nothing that I do will ever count. It's not that I so badly want them to matter to them. I also do understand that my efforts won't so easily take effect the way I wish they would. It's just that I wish I know what I'm supposed to do. Sometimes when the world doesn't understand that what happens to them affects you too. And they go about hurting others by hurting themselves because they think they're alone and just can't see you. &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/7642621978660047434-114717287717904946?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/114717287717904946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/114717287717904946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/114717287717904946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-frustrated.html' title='I&apos;m frustrated.'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-7002871173608140410</id><published>2010-08-25T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:43:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In front of all these crossroads, you could lose hope and try to run away, because you know you cannot excuse yourself from the consequences. No matter how dangerous the journey of life may seem, or how you might claim to have been dealt the short end of the stick - the truth is, &lt;i&gt;everything is the result of your own choices&lt;/i&gt;. It is a road you chose for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if this path is hard, and there's no going back to change past decisions. You have to keep moving. You cannot place the blame on other people. No matter how angry or frustrated you are, that path is yours. And no one else can walk it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 逢坂 大河&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-7002871173608140410?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7002871173608140410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-front-of-all-these-crossroads-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/7002871173608140410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/7002871173608140410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-front-of-all-these-crossroads-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-7547069316674101367</id><published>2010-08-21T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:37:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs471.snc3/25859_1117771321332_1738471694_214658_7312730_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-7547069316674101367?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/7547069316674101367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/7547069316674101367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/7547069316674101367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-6835390846372950355</id><published>2010-08-21T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:45:42.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ten ways to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs176.snc4/38133_1164838217975_1738471694_305406_7023360_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-6835390846372950355?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6835390846372950355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-just-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6835390846372950355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6835390846372950355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-just-yet.html' title='Ten ways to love'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-6831899124734579276</id><published>2010-08-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:55:43.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sometimes these bumper stickers makes sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cdn.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/5761/1782/together_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://cdn.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/6436/5279/tumblr_l16cgnUU3F1qzx5i0o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks and heartache? I'm not new to them. Almost everyone I've ever known has given me one little to too many heartbreaks in my life. But this is new to me. I've fallen for the first time, and this new sort of&amp;nbsp;heartache&amp;nbsp;is tearing my heart so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-6831899124734579276?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6831899124734579276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-these-bumper-stickers-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6831899124734579276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6831899124734579276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-these-bumper-stickers-makes.html' title='sometimes these bumper stickers makes sense.'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-8501925807212295792</id><published>2010-08-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:30:36.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/TGQvpol_vQI/AAAAAAAAADE/9ggQMA82dQQ/s1600/moero01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/TGQvpol_vQI/AAAAAAAAADE/9ggQMA82dQQ/s400/moero01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504577036871515394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key word: forbidden.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-8501925807212295792?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8501925807212295792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8501925807212295792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8501925807212295792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/TGQvpol_vQI/AAAAAAAAADE/9ggQMA82dQQ/s72-c/moero01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-1078448430183273272</id><published>2010-07-27T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:00:38.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>for friendship.</title><content type='html'>about that one issue... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel disappointed, too, but can't show it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the group needs someone to bring them to the happy side and i'll do just that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are things i need to do for friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really isn't much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just something you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-1078448430183273272?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1078448430183273272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1078448430183273272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1078448430183273272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-friendship.html' title='for friendship.'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-532579252377791660</id><published>2010-07-22T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:47:05.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is bad isn't it?</title><content type='html'>I thought I can get away for a while but I'm back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7642621978660047434-532579252377791660?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/532579252377791660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-bad-isnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/532579252377791660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/532579252377791660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-bad-isnt-it.html' title='This is bad isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-4747318812042608188</id><published>2010-06-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:28:52.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Okay, thank you for officially ruining my week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 59, 18); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I mean really, THANK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 59, 18); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Thanks for making me look really, really bad. That's the best you've done in years. THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-4747318812042608188?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/4747318812042608188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-thank-you-for-officially-ruining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/4747318812042608188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/4747318812042608188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-thank-you-for-officially-ruining.html' title='Okay, thank you for officially ruining my week.'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-8725100883943170695</id><published>2010-04-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:28:18.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Now the funny thing is that,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm being accused of having a boyfriend. Just because they hear someone's name pretty often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I want to act normal, I don't think I'd have a real boyfriend anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really, I don't think I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;. I wished I had an online boyfriend though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone to chat with. Someone to talk to. Someone who cares from the other side of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone I can listen to. Someone who'll be honest with me because that's all we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who wouldn't care of my appearance because what matters is our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More importantly, someone who wouldn't be affected and shunned by my real-life dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, dears. I don't have a boyfriend because I don't think I can handle it just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-8725100883943170695?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8725100883943170695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-funny-thing-is-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8725100883943170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8725100883943170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-funny-thing-is-that.html' title='Now the funny thing is that,'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-212462036428998871</id><published>2010-03-16T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:31:33.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Just another long story.</title><content type='html'>Friend 1 thinks of plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 thinks it's cool&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 needs a partner for plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 wants it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 tells me the plan&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 feels insecure if she can do it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 tells me she really really wants it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 asks me if she can do it&lt;br /&gt;I assure Friends 1 and 2 that they can do it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 decides I should organize plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 agrees&lt;br /&gt;I help organize plan A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a few days gap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 thinks it's brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 thinks it's hard&lt;br /&gt;I ask if they want to pursue it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 and 2 says yes&lt;br /&gt;I work on it some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a few days gap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says it's okay so far but she's losing faith&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says she's there&lt;br /&gt;I urge them to go for it because they obviously want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a few days gap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 is really excited&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 tells me she thought of plan B and wants to cancel plan A&lt;br /&gt;I try to convince her not to change plans for Friend 1's sake&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says she really wants plan B&lt;br /&gt;I ask her what about Friend 1's plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says swhe thinks Friend 1 can still make it alone&lt;br /&gt;I inform Friend 1 about the change of plan&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 is sad and wants to cancel everything&lt;br /&gt;I try to convince Friend 1 she can still do it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 doesn't think so&lt;br /&gt;I tell Friend 2 not to feel guilty about it&lt;br /&gt;I ask Friend 1 to understand Friend 2's change of heart&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 feels bad about it&lt;br /&gt;I try to console her but fail&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 is excited about plan B and hints I should organize it too&lt;br /&gt;I disliked the idea (still guilty about Friend 1) and told Friend 2 that I won't be organizing anything for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 tells Friend 3 about Plan B asking if Friend 3 can help him with it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 says I'm the one who's good at organizing and advises Friend 2 to ask me to organize it&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says I'm in a bad mood and probably won't help&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 asks Friend 2 why&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says I'm angry at her because she backed out on plan A but she really really wanted plan B&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 asks if Friend 2 really wanted plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says no and that I only persuaded her so Friend 1 can do plan A&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 says I should understand that not everything goes my way&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says she's guilty because of Friend 1&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 tells Friend 2 not to be guilty because she just pursued what she really wanted and that Friend 1 and I should understand that&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 accidentally forwards me the above email conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Friend 3 about the mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 seems to be avoiding all of us&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to help her with plan A but she's given up on it already&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 and 3 doesn't know I read the emails&lt;br /&gt;I don't want Friend 3 to think I'm bullying Friend 2 or something&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 seems to really really want Plan B&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out how to react to Friend 2 without her thinking I don't support her to have what she wants&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 doesn't know about the email conversation between Friend 2 and 3&lt;br /&gt;I hate dramas, so I didn't say anything to all of them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to deal with this so I just wrote this silly journal entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-212462036428998871?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/212462036428998871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-long-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/212462036428998871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/212462036428998871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-long-story.html' title='Just another long story.'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-2067244527439279511</id><published>2009-05-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:31:24.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><title type='text'>maybe..</title><content type='html'>I said something he didn't like..&lt;br /&gt;Or he tired of talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;He's there... he's safe.&lt;br /&gt;But he's not replying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-2067244527439279511?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/2067244527439279511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/2067244527439279511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/2067244527439279511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe.html' title='maybe..'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-1386798444273031648</id><published>2009-04-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Umm.. what now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-1386798444273031648?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1386798444273031648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1386798444273031648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1386798444273031648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-8384443765958571362</id><published>2009-03-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching The Sky Up Above</title><content type='html'>Glad to be back.. but really, i'm as busy as I ever was.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure about the spotlight thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure I wanna show the world the things I love to do,&lt;br /&gt;but if it's going to get too much attention.. well, I'm not sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love having my privacy... the silence of being alone is often a bliss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-8384443765958571362?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8384443765958571362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-sky-up-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8384443765958571362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8384443765958571362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-sky-up-above.html' title='Watching The Sky Up Above'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-8573104272797091463</id><published>2009-03-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Well, I should be happy. Graduation's coming up soon~ Hm... What to do? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm proud of myself because of all the hard work. But lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-8573104272797091463?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/8573104272797091463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8573104272797091463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/8573104272797091463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/03/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-5985888666750071354</id><published>2009-02-20T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:31:10.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>*sighs*</title><content type='html'>I dislike some insensitive, senseless people. they already knew you're feeling bad and they say it AGAIN? how friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-5985888666750071354?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5985888666750071354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/5985888666750071354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/5985888666750071354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/sighs.html' title='*sighs*'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-5989967046810248278</id><published>2009-02-02T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>I can't make a wish anymore. Long ago I had a little wish, and I was patient enough to wait for it. Just when I thought it was possible, it was taken from me. I never even got near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me to make a wish. Wishes will never be as magical to me as before.. because now I know, even the most patient of dreamers will not be as lucky to find an answer to his dream.. so why would I wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hope against hope, will I long for something, when I'll never know what will become of it? Is it worth risking more heartaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't steal~ It's so heartless to steal from someone so broken-hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-5989967046810248278?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/5989967046810248278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/5989967046810248278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/5989967046810248278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-1637640123437303945</id><published>2009-01-19T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Question</title><content type='html'>How do you tell a guy to stop waiting for you? I mean, REALLY stop waiting?I really don't know what to tell him. I've told him many times. darn. changing numbers doesn't  work. i hate lovetalks. darn. darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-1637640123437303945?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/1637640123437303945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1637640123437303945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/1637640123437303945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-question.html' title='One Question'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-6987186854392598719</id><published>2008-11-14T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:45:42.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Honestly?</title><content type='html'>I have so many ghost accounts everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind all the time, and I used to make and focus on an a new account and then forget about it afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've decided to make a user name that I can use everywhere, so it's easier to keep track. care to look for me? I'm 'oftheheights' everywhere... from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-6987186854392598719?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/6987186854392598719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6987186854392598719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/6987186854392598719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly.html' title='Honestly?'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642621978660047434.post-3805835405918689060</id><published>2008-02-23T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:19:54.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Glimpse</title><content type='html'>When something's the last, you don't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have known it was the last glimpse, the last chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, no matter what happens it must go on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642621978660047434-3805835405918689060?l=oftheheights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/feeds/3805835405918689060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-glimpse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/3805835405918689060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642621978660047434/posts/default/3805835405918689060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oftheheights.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-glimpse.html' title='One Last Glimpse'/><author><name>Little Torey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13058417162452158004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmz1q60o4X0/S99V_5jsv8I/AAAAAAAAABs/KMDclSQujwg/S220/Jaqueline+Roberts,+The+Red+Bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
