<?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-37494473</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:13:54.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in a confused mind...</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything's going on in my head...and in my heart!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4704177037345983017</id><published>2008-03-29T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:07:19.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quand surgit la panthère...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petite, elle était un chat. Fougueuse d’aventure.. rien ne pouvait l’arrêter jusqu’à cette rencontre. Au fil des années, le chat se transforma, devenant peu à peu une lionne. Une lionne assoifée, indomptable.  Un jour cette lionne rencontra un papillon, mais ne broncha pas. Elle l’observa, l’admira.  Effectivement, elle admirait l’état de liberté que pouvait habiter ce papillon espérant un jour le vivre aussi.&lt;br /&gt;Tel un  chasseur l’homme rencontré l’a capturé. Lui donnant l’impression de jouir d’une parfaite liberté, il a resserré les barreaux sur elle de jours en jours pour qu’à la fin elle se retrouve emprisonnée dans une cage. Un animal sauvage dans une cage! La frustration, l’agressivité surgirent d’elle. Il l’a regarda, resta toujours à ses côtés, espérant sans doute la dompter un jour. N’avait-il pas compris que l’on dompte un animal sauvage à partir de sa naissance, ou que l’on ne peut le dompter? Les mois passèrent. Brimée de sa liberté sauvage, elle n’a eu autre choix que de se replier sur elle-même. Triste, désespérée, elle n’avait plus le goût de se battre. Au point de laisser l’instinct animal sombrer dans le noir? C’est ce qu’elle fit durant un instant. Alors que le chasseur la voyait triste et mourir, il cru qu’il parviendrait ainsi à la dompter dans cet instant de vulnérabilité. C’est ce qui arriva. La lionne épuisée répondait à ses demandes, ses caprices jusqu’au jour où il relâcha les barreaux qui l’emprisonnaient.&lt;br /&gt;La lionne qui s’était alors replier sur elle-même fit place à une toute nouvelle personne. Elle se souvint du papillon qu’elle avait croisée avant sa capture. Elle se souvint surtout de la liberté dont il faisait état et se jura qu’elle ne laisserait plus personne lui arracher cette liberté.&lt;br /&gt;Ce jour-là, ce n’est pas une lionne qui en sortie… mais une panthère que le chasseur ne pu contrôler. Elle partie d’une rapidité éclair ne regrettant rien de ce qu’elle laissa derrière elle.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd’hui, cette panthère vit toujours. Se promenant dans un champ de fleurs sauvages, suivant de près un papillon qu’elle considèrera toujours comme son guide. Cherchant une proie? Peut-être bien.. mais qui sait ce qui pourrait arriver si la proie n’était pas aussi faible qu’elle l’aurait pensé… ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On ne dompte pas un animal sauvage qui recherche, vit, et qui ne quittera plus jamais son milieu sauvage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4704177037345983017?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4704177037345983017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4704177037345983017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4704177037345983017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4704177037345983017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/03/quand-surgit-la-panthre.html' title='Quand surgit la panthère...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8448991803353450127</id><published>2008-03-13T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:30:55.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Choses inutiles... utiles à savoir ?!?</title><content type='html'>C’est en lisant le blog de &lt;a href="http://francoisparenteau.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt; que j’ai découvert ceci. Puisque Frank voulait terminer l’aventure à lui-même ne sachant pas qui taguer, j’ai décidé de prendre le relais … en revenant aux véritables règles! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La règle est simple :&lt;br /&gt;- Écrire le lien de la personne qui nous a tagué&lt;br /&gt;- Préciser le règlement sur son blogue&lt;br /&gt;- Mentionner six choses non importantes sur soi&lt;br /&gt;- Taguer six autres personnes en mettant leur lien&lt;br /&gt;- Prévenir ces personnes sur leur blogue respectif&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alors… c’est parti!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1- Je possède 26 couleurs de vernis à ongle différentes… que je peux rarement mettre parce que j’ai pas le droit à la job!&lt;br /&gt;2- On ne peut me parler de sécheuses sans que je pense à une séance de sexe! Haha… sans commentaire!&lt;br /&gt;3- Je n’arrive pas à passer une belle journée si je n’ai pas une bague à la main! Supertitieuse la fille ouiii!&lt;br /&gt;4- Si je dois me lever à 4h30, je ne peux m’empêcher de régler mon cadran à 4h question de bien profiter de mes 30 minutes de snooze!&lt;br /&gt;5- J’écoute de la musique classique pour dormir… non parce que c’est endormant, c’est simplement relaxant!&lt;br /&gt;6- J’ai un pendule chez moi… et je me tire régulièrement aux cartes… croyez-le ou pas.. sa marche!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bon, enfin terminé! Sur ce je tague &lt;a href="http://pr0rid3r.skyrock.com/"&gt;Dannywanni&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blondiefabolous.skyrock.com/"&gt;Val&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://skytler.skyrock.com/"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://behindmeli.wordpress.com/"&gt;Méli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://veroetgaetan.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Véro&lt;/a&gt;, ainsi que tous ceux qui liront ce message… haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8448991803353450127?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8448991803353450127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8448991803353450127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8448991803353450127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8448991803353450127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-choses-inutiles-utiles-savoir.html' title='6 Choses inutiles... utiles à savoir ?!?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5182236164129756670</id><published>2008-02-20T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:03:20.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragez les produits locaux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dernièrement, un ami m'a envoyé cette petite histoire (ci-dessous). Après l'avoir lu... je me suis vraiment questionner sur ma consommation... Si je fais passer ce message, c'est sans doute parce que je crois que je suis loin d'être la seule qui ne regarde pas le pays de fabrication avant la consommation, pourtant... nous devrions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encouragez les produits locaux... pour que ça nous revienne en bout de ligne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;VOICI UNE PETITE HISTOIRE PAS SI ÉTRANGE... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Jean Tremblay a commencé sa journée tôt, ayant réglé son horloge(fabriquée au Japon) à 6 heures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pendant que sa cafetière (fabriquée en Chine) filtrait le café, il s'estrasé avec son rasoir (fait à Hong-Kong). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il s'est ensuite habillé avec sa chemise (confectionnée au Sri Lanka), ses jeans (cousus à Singapour) et ses chaussures (fabriqués en Corée). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Après avoir cuit son petit déjeuner dans son nouveau poêlon (fabriqué aux Indes) agrémenté de fraises (de la Californie) et de bananes (du Costa Rica), il s'est assis avec sa calculatrice (faite au Mexique) pour calculer son budget de la journée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En consultant sa montre (faite en Taiwan), il a syntonisé sa radio(faite en Chine), puis a embarqué dans sa voiture (faite au Japon) pour continuer sa recherche d'emploi, entre deux fermetures d'usines (au Québec!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A la fin d'une autre journée décourageante, il décide de se verserun verre de vin (fait en France), pour accompagner son dîner congelé (fait aux É.-U.), met ses sandales (faites au Brésil) et allume sa télévision (faite en Indonésie et achetée au Wal-Mart), et puis se demande pourquoi il n'arrive pas à se trouver une bonne job payante, ici au Québec!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5182236164129756670?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5182236164129756670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5182236164129756670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5182236164129756670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5182236164129756670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/02/encouragez-les-produits-locaux.html' title='Encouragez les produits locaux!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-778723342702251451</id><published>2008-02-08T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:23:30.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Infection ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a96.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5bb0ca006dba897af18f4797cf7bedff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="309" alt="" src="http://a96.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5bb0ca006dba897af18f4797cf7bedff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mercredi 20 Février 21h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Au St-Laurent 2 à Montréal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pour plus de détails concernant le show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/krushemband"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/krushemband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soyez-y ... Rock On! &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/37494473-778723342702251451?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/778723342702251451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=778723342702251451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/778723342702251451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/778723342702251451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/02/fatal-infection.html' title='Fatal Infection ...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8463856404532690930</id><published>2008-02-05T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:20:36.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans un monde noir et blanc, seules les étoiles sont en couleurs ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ftk4EqUDZr0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ftk4EqUDZr0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8463856404532690930?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8463856404532690930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8463856404532690930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8463856404532690930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8463856404532690930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/02/dans-un-monde-noir-et-blanc-seules-les.html' title='Dans un monde noir et blanc, seules les étoiles sont en couleurs ...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-692198489149794076</id><published>2008-01-18T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:52:26.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self ...</title><content type='html'>- A real friend is someone who tells you the truth from the beginning...even if it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only one you need in your life, are the one who proove you they need you in their life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't ask any question if you don't want to hear the real reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't forget to keep smiling even in the hardest days and to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-692198489149794076?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/692198489149794076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=692198489149794076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/692198489149794076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/692198489149794076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2008/01/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self ...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6315990589146359513</id><published>2007-12-04T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:48:56.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After all...</title><content type='html'>Four months are gone. Four months where I was thinking that I had made the biggest mistake, that I had thought you were the one. Four months are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all.. I found someone new inside of me... I did realise things. I realised you were just kiding on me during all these years searching a way to control every single part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if time may be hard... I'll find a way to make it mine..Far away from you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6315990589146359513?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6315990589146359513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6315990589146359513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6315990589146359513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6315990589146359513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-all.html' title='After all...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5332222828031399938</id><published>2007-09-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:01:00.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. President...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aujourd'hui le 11 Septembre. Ce texte provient d'une chanson de Pink (Album: I'm not dead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Je ne rajoute rien. Réfléchissez. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come take a walk with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's pretend we're just two people and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're not better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you proud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tell me why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Were you a lonely boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No child is left behind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're not dumb and we're not blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They're all sitting in your cells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While you pave the road to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you even look me in the eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You don't know nothing 'bout hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you sleep at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'd never take a walk with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5332222828031399938?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5332222828031399938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5332222828031399938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5332222828031399938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5332222828031399938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-mr-president.html' title='Dear Mr. President...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1860139055595573184</id><published>2007-09-11T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:15:37.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One month...</title><content type='html'>One month has gone...&lt;br /&gt;One month without you&lt;br /&gt;One month alone&lt;br /&gt;One month without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;To undo all mistakes we've done&lt;br /&gt;To give us the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;To let us share love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month has gone...&lt;br /&gt;One month without you&lt;br /&gt;One month alone&lt;br /&gt;One month without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Want to learn from mistakes&lt;br /&gt;To leave past where it has to be&lt;br /&gt;To let us live in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month has gone&lt;br /&gt;I found it difficult&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting lost&lt;br /&gt;I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to hate you&lt;br /&gt;The thing is... I'm lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head took the decision.... One day my heart will follow, I wish it will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1860139055595573184?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1860139055595573184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1860139055595573184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1860139055595573184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1860139055595573184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-month.html' title='One month...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8739048499500925701</id><published>2007-09-08T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:42:57.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for everything Gab!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Le texte qui suit, je ne l'ai pas écrit seule... Il y a de cela maintenant 4 ans, j'avais énormément de difficultés à m'exprimer. C'est alors qu'un ami m'a fait découvrir l'écriture. Depuis, c'est devenu une maladie incurable que d'écrire. C'est d'ailleurs avec lui que j'ai coécrit ce texte, c'est p-e pas le meilleur, mais je l'affectionne beaucoup. Alors voilà je vous en fait part! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cool song is coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So fasten your seatbelts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Song of wisdom, be part of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now and forever never run away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a singer, a composer, I'm me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't do something for this, I'm the one I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one who I have choosen to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing can change it, that's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My thoughts, my feelings, what can you do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing that no one could imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one with surnatural power will do something, the one I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendly, now I cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget everything about me 'cause I won't be able to live with you like a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I see you, I cannot control my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love will always get over friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiger feeling, car agressivity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get out the way, I'm out of control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iwant you, I want to be near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'cause when I'm too far from you I'm nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No idea, I've come to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The opposite of what I always dreamed of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm dreaming, I'll never be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just have to come back to reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just have to change my universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For something realistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never become what others want ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: Contente de savoir que l'on a évolué et que notre anglais en a fait autant! :o) [Written : 13July03]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8739048499500925701?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8739048499500925701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8739048499500925701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8739048499500925701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8739048499500925701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-for-everything-gab.html' title='Thanks for everything Gab!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8220475508536397757</id><published>2007-09-03T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:32:47.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand things of you I'll miss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me … I love you&lt;br /&gt;All the words you used to say&lt;br /&gt;To put me back on road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousand things of you I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in your arms ‘till the moment&lt;br /&gt;You bringing me to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Thousand things of I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;When I want to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Ways you can make me feel special and strong&lt;br /&gt;Ways to bring me back on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousand things of you I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in your arms ‘till the moment&lt;br /&gt;You bringing me to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Thousand things of I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence to my life&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder when I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;Touch on my skin&lt;br /&gt;You as an inspiration for me&lt;br /&gt;How stupid you can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousand things of you I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in your arms ‘till the moment&lt;br /&gt;You bringing me to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Thousand things of I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss… I’ll miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8220475508536397757?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8220475508536397757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8220475508536397757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8220475508536397757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8220475508536397757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/09/thousand-things-of-you-ill-miss.html' title='Thousand things of you I&apos;ll miss..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6353779938815171595</id><published>2007-08-20T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:02:49.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le sablier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Je croyais que c’était ce qu’il y avait de mieux à faire… pour toi, peut-être pour moi aussi. Bien entendu, il m’arrive souvent d’agir avant de réfléchir, à vrai dire, trop souvent. Cette fois n’en était pas une exception, malheureusement. J’ai cru que c’était ce qu’il voulait. Avoir usé de réflexion je lui en aurait fait part et probablement que nous serions encore ensemble à cet instant. Voilà que j’ai agis. Certes une part de lui voulait, mais l’autre non. Il en va de même pour moi. Je croyais que ce serait un soulagement, mais il en ait rien.  Est-ce une relation vouée à l’échec? Y a-t-il une issue quelque part? Laissons le temps nous le dire….&lt;br /&gt;Chacun de notre coté, nous voyons à quoi pourrait ressembler notre vie seul. Pour ma part, j’aime bien. Mais je ne pourrais accepter de passer une vie sans lui à mes cotés. Bien entendu, il doit aimer ne plus être avec moi pour l’instant. Il peut vivre tranquille sans me devoir quoique ce soit. Il sait que je n’ai plus le droit de m’inquieter pour lui, pour ce que nous avons été. C’est vrai. Je ne m’inquiete plus, mais je ne peux m’empêcher de l’aimer.&lt;br /&gt;Le temps s’écoule tranquillement. Le sable du sablier a commencé à couler il y a bien peu de temps, mais quand finira-t-il de couler? Je n’en ai aucune idée. J’espère seulement que d’ici là que sa décision sera prise en fonction de son bonheur (Espérant qu’il reste une place pour moi dans ce bonheur…) avant que mon deuil ne soit fait et que je passe à autre chose. Bien sur que je ne pourrai jamais l’oublier… mais tôt ou tard je me ferai une idée de ce qui peut arriver…&lt;br /&gt;Laisse le sablier couler … mais sache qu’il ne coulera pas indéfiniment. Un jour il s’arrêtera, que ton choix soit fait ou non… Je t’aime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6353779938815171595?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6353779938815171595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6353779938815171595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6353779938815171595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6353779938815171595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/08/le-sablier.html' title='Le sablier...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3994252790675426140</id><published>2007-08-12T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:30:17.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only loving you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/Rr-bVSPdYUI/AAAAAAAAABY/pVcfuINP7lg/s1600-h/y1pEYsgpTf3ThZPI0lIGoRkd3ru5OaIYtmTXJ3GghpUIj91zs6STMGC7LmzHzCmQnGTHLvELh5ZMvUo5ZeSEX68QQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097964093182927170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/Rr-bVSPdYUI/AAAAAAAAABY/pVcfuINP7lg/s320/y1pEYsgpTf3ThZPI0lIGoRkd3ru5OaIYtmTXJ3GghpUIj91zs6STMGC7LmzHzCmQnGTHLvELh5ZMvUo5ZeSEX68QQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. Yes I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to loose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to stay in your arms , in your heart forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. Yes I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to talk about us in past tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to think of us in future happy together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. Yes I feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to leave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want everything to be alright for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it has to happen, it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe our destiny will meet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. Yes I do ... need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture : Summer 2006 in hard time... but we did survive...it should be the same now...it has to!&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/37494473-3994252790675426140?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3994252790675426140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3994252790675426140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3994252790675426140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3994252790675426140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-loving-you.html' title='Only loving you...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/Rr-bVSPdYUI/AAAAAAAAABY/pVcfuINP7lg/s72-c/y1pEYsgpTf3ThZPI0lIGoRkd3ru5OaIYtmTXJ3GghpUIj91zs6STMGC7LmzHzCmQnGTHLvELh5ZMvUo5ZeSEX68QQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-2139193233862549670</id><published>2007-08-02T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:19:42.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fight: Me Vs Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me...&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves party time&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves to risk her life&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves new and stupid things&lt;br /&gt;The one who follows her feelings&lt;br /&gt;The rebel, too much secure&lt;br /&gt;The one who's not afraid about anything&lt;br /&gt;The one in life&lt;br /&gt;The who knows we got one life, and who lives it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves librairy and smart things&lt;br /&gt;The one who follows her mind&lt;br /&gt;The insecure&lt;br /&gt;The one who's scare by everything&lt;br /&gt;The one at school&lt;br /&gt;The one who acts for her future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Me... Here are two side of me... You may know only one... the other may be hiding inside. Take time to discover the other... it won't be hiding for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid about the one who will be winning this fight. A mix of those two sides will be the best for me. Would it happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-2139193233862549670?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/2139193233862549670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=2139193233862549670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2139193233862549670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2139193233862549670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-fight-me-vs-me.html' title='Big Fight: Me Vs Me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6480630115812186059</id><published>2007-08-01T01:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:14:45.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to end...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are we that close to the end? I’m not sure about the answer.&lt;br /&gt;When you came, I was sure things were over. When you came, you were sure things were over. Actually, things are not over! Why? Meant to be? Umm, not sure about it. The thing is we decided to do everything possible to make it work. Will it work? Only time can tell us.&lt;br /&gt;I’m always sorry for my mistakes. Why am I the only one to admit mistakes? Is it so hard for you? Mistakes hurts, but feeling sorry for them is a good thing for the victim. Don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;I want things to work. Don’t want to loose you even if now, I’m almost ready inside. You are my first true love, the one I’ve never “fake” when I used to tell how I can love you. Three years. Sounds long, really long. Three years. Sounds nice, really nice. After all the things we’ve been threw don’t you believe we’ll stay together for a long time again…? Believe it! I’m doing the best I can to make things work between us, cause you are the one for me. Don’t want to loose you. I want this relation to be infinite. That would be so cool! Time will tell us more… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6480630115812186059?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6480630115812186059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6480630115812186059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6480630115812186059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6480630115812186059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/08/close-to-end.html' title='Close to end...?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4711919818716088654</id><published>2007-07-17T02:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:12:55.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Already three years*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Already three years. Do you realise it? Do I realise it? I don’t think I do. Time runs so fast. When we first met, I was the little girl independent who would never thought about being with the same guy for so long… Not finish yet… It still continues! That girl is probably gone now, ‘cause actually I can’t think about being with another guy but you … and I’m a little bit more dependent … maybe too much sometimes you know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already three years. Here we are. Three years of how many hard times? Thousand or more… but we’re still together! You know… I did think about split with you many times… I did some and regret. But sometimes I just think about it… ‘Cause I can’t always be strong... After thinking about loosing you… I imagine how my life would be without you… Don’t want to loose you… really! Without you, I feel like nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Already three years. Three years of love. Three years but it’s not over, neither close to be over. … Just can’t stop loving you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Three years…imagine* &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4711919818716088654?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4711919818716088654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4711919818716088654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4711919818716088654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4711919818716088654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/07/already-three-yeat.html' title='*Already three years*'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1899639210872427038</id><published>2007-07-08T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:54:49.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Lost my way, can’t fin it back&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop crying while I’m walking&lt;br /&gt;Walking to find what’s lost inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside… myself&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside… myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;You promise I’ll find my way back&lt;br /&gt;The thing I’ve lost won’t disappear&lt;br /&gt;You told me that thing is hiding inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside… myself&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside… myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I’ll stay strong, I’ll fight&lt;br /&gt;To find back what’s lost inside&lt;br /&gt;Never crawl, never cry&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find the lost inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost something. Hiding inside or not, I’ve lost something, a part of me. You told me it could not fly away from myself, I wish you are right. Asking you to help me, you told me you can’t. Understand, I do. I have to help myself alone. I’m the only one who can save me , by finding the lost inside…. Find it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1899639210872427038?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1899639210872427038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1899639210872427038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1899639210872427038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1899639210872427038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-inside.html' title='Lost inside...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3061917224798193742</id><published>2007-07-02T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:40:08.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You act like alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I wasn't with you&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Still making me run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for you&lt;br /&gt;Running for love&lt;br /&gt;Running for time with you&lt;br /&gt;Running for life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it may comes faster than what you think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So let me run...&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;let me run..&lt;br /&gt;far away from love&lt;br /&gt;let me run...&lt;br /&gt;until I breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;Never stop running for all that stuff&lt;br /&gt;Hope that one day&lt;br /&gt;Things will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Like you aren't with me&lt;br /&gt;Ignore your feelings&lt;br /&gt;Will make you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for me&lt;br /&gt;Running for love&lt;br /&gt;Running for time with me&lt;br /&gt;Running for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it may comes faster than what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me run...&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;let me run..&lt;br /&gt;far away from love&lt;br /&gt;let me run...&lt;br /&gt;until I breathless&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today, let me run...&lt;br /&gt;Cause tomorrow will be your turn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Remember : Your turn to run may comes faster than what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3061917224798193742?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3061917224798193742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3061917224798193742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3061917224798193742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3061917224798193742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-me-run.html' title='Let me run...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6114284849008194193</id><published>2007-06-12T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:24:52.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared about being drunk…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s kind of strange…I’m scared about being drunk… and I love it at the same time. You may think I’m scared about being drunk ‘cause I had alcoolism problems  in my family but I don’t. You may also think I did something really bad and I just can’t stop to regret but I don’t. You may finally think that I always get sick when I drink… but I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared… ‘cause I do loose all my sense and I can act really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;          … about doing something I’ll regret.&lt;br /&gt;          … about driving when I’m drunk. I know I can call you if there’s something but I can’t. So&lt;br /&gt;              hard sometimes. Don’t think about taxi, just hate it!&lt;br /&gt;          … of your mad eyes looking in my eyes when I’m getting on your nerves! Feeling so sorry&lt;br /&gt;               and it’s always getting worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love … the way it makes me feel. I mean the way I can forget all my problems in life, especially&lt;br /&gt;             in love.&lt;br /&gt;         … when I can appreciate stupid things we’ve never seen before being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;         … to have a good laugh for… um… for… no reason!&lt;br /&gt;         … to dance and feel free&lt;br /&gt;         … last call! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well… I may be scared…but I still love to drink! Don’t be scared…I’ll always be there for a good beer! Promise! Loves to be scared? Maybe… Drink, drunk and drive? Think of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6114284849008194193?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6114284849008194193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6114284849008194193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6114284849008194193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6114284849008194193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/06/scared-about-being-drunk.html' title='Scared about being drunk…'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-7989736554413596689</id><published>2007-06-05T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:56:37.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in time (Part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow will be my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may think about what tomorrow will be, but I’ll always get wrong. No one can predict what’s going to happen. I may split with my boyfriend, loose my job, even die… No one knows. Sleep without thinking about tomorrow it’s what we have to do even if sometimes it’s getting hard. When I say it’s getting hard I’m talking for the one who love to have control on their life, like I do. Tomorrow is like a thousand surprises…if you are lucky you’ll like most of them! Remember… every action has a reaction, tomorrow may be the reaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Take it has it comes. You have no control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-What yo thought may be different from what you'll get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Sleep without thinking about tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Thousand surprises, lucky ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Tomorrow is a reaction. Deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Future is still something important. In past, I made actions maybe without thinking about consequences, I'm gonna pay tomorrow. In past, I made actions with thinkig about consequences, maybe I'll regret or maybe I'll feel better. No one knows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-7989736554413596689?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/7989736554413596689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=7989736554413596689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/7989736554413596689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/7989736554413596689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-time-part-iii.html' title='Life in time (Part III)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5235205059863468105</id><published>2007-06-02T17:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:06:07.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Control may kill who you are…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone knows it … control is something really dangerous in life. I’m learning it days after days. It’s not a secret for someone I’m that kind of girl who needs to have control on everything. Everything was all right since I’ve stopped school for this year. Control is flying far away from me and it’s getting really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;One little year… you may think that there won’t be any important consequences on me… but actually there are some. I’m scare of everything and I can’t live one day without thinking about one year later … that girl who had control on everything and who lived her life has it came is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Control may be something good in someone possession but when this person grew up with control in possession is loosing it, it seems like she’s loosing everything. I lost control, I’m loosing everything. Control was good for me. Now that I have no control… it’s killing who I am day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Control is killing who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost… will I find it back one day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5235205059863468105?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5235205059863468105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5235205059863468105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5235205059863468105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5235205059863468105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/06/control-may-kill-who-you-are.html' title='Control may kill who you are…'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-972746306898980826</id><published>2007-05-31T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:09:13.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Quebec trip : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend I was in the old city of Quebec for visiting! I never went there until now… Hard to believe I know but this is it! It was really amazing! I was there with my love! Great time we had! So sad we had to come back home! Walking, visiting, being with my love, Great time!! We were lucky… No rain, it was always sunny and sunny… it was really hot there, loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be honest. I never thought we could have a great time like this. Always fighting for no good reasons, it’s getting hard. Sometimes I’m asking myself: Does it worth it? Having great time like last weekend answers my question, it worth it! I’ll keep fighting for us! Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling makes us forget our little problems. Change our mind, have great time forget the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-972746306898980826?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/972746306898980826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=972746306898980826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/972746306898980826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/972746306898980826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-quebec-trip-o.html' title='Old Quebec trip : )'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6036995149229687323</id><published>2007-05-23T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:41:00.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>86 400 dollars per day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let’s say there is a magic bank somewhere in this world. When I mean magic it’s because she’s giving you 86 400 dollars per day…but she can stop when she wants. Dollars that won’t be spend in the day won’t stay yours. You have to spend more you can but you can’t put it in a bank or something like this, spend it!&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you would spend it as fast as you can without leaving a penny! Am I wrong? You would buy some things for you, your friends, your family and maybe you would give money to charity.&lt;br /&gt;This bank does exist! Believe it or not but it really exist. This bank is accessible to everyone. Her name’s TIME!&lt;br /&gt;We have 86 400 seconds per day to live. Life can stop when she wants. Second that won’t be lived will be lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;If you would spend money without leaving a penny why you should live your life without missing a second. &lt;br /&gt;Be careful, we’ve got one life, one chance, live it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (I read this in “Et si c’était vrai…” from Marc Levy. From the moment I read it, I just can’t stop thinking about it. That’s the reason  I shared it with you.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6036995149229687323?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6036995149229687323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6036995149229687323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6036995149229687323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6036995149229687323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/86-400-dollars-per-day.html' title='86 400 dollars per day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8583319408379319265</id><published>2007-05-17T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:22:09.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for being here…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days ago, I was confused…&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing would have change&lt;br /&gt;I felt like nothing to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was different&lt;br /&gt;When I felt down and cried&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me&lt;br /&gt;There to bring back smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;There to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;There to be sure everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;I know I may often feel down&lt;br /&gt;These days are so difficult you know…&lt;br /&gt;I know I may ask you many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for still being here for me…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8583319408379319265?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8583319408379319265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8583319408379319265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8583319408379319265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8583319408379319265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-for-being-here.html' title='Thanks for being here…'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4571283418919836774</id><published>2007-05-06T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:35:28.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in time (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment writing down here, my life changes. Every word I’m saying I changing something in my life. I’m living for that present moment not for yesterday. Remember what happened in past and try to make no mistake even if I can’t predict consequence of my acts. I may act without reflexion but I’ve got only one life. I have to live this day like if it was the last one. Act and don’t regret. Still forget it or deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Live life day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Don't think about yesterday or tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Live for me, with no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Life is something magical, precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-We've got one life. Take everyday as if it was the last one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may have difficulties with this...live day by day. I'm trying really hard to live it like if it was my last one. But past always come back in my mind. I also can't stop thinking about future. I know I have one life and I should live it now. But I want a secure life later too. Keep working hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4571283418919836774?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4571283418919836774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4571283418919836774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4571283418919836774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4571283418919836774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-time-part-ii.html' title='Life in time (Part II)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5994953121070433696</id><published>2007-05-06T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:23:18.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I have my bad and good times&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I’m unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I can change anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky is grey&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Raining in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone, feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Need to stay alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To think about what’s happening&lt;br /&gt;Cry until I’m falling in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I have my bad and good times&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I’m unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I can change anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Sunny outside&lt;br /&gt;Sun in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good, feeling free&lt;br /&gt;Need to hang out with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Have fun anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Laugh until I’m falling in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I have my bad and good times&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I’m unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;I can change anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;br /&gt;Bad and good times follow each other&lt;br /&gt;Like weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We don’t know when it starts neither when it stops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5994953121070433696?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5994953121070433696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5994953121070433696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5994953121070433696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5994953121070433696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-weather.html' title='Like Weather...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3750334599604806472</id><published>2007-05-01T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:31:53.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand of promises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try as best as I can to trust you every time. It may be hard at beginning but with you by my side I’m sure I will be able to trust you. Just don’t forget to be there when I will need it ‘cause I may be down some days… Promise I’ll trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re not the only thing and person in my life. But you are so important for me… When you’re not around I feel so depress… I just can’t do anything to change my mind. I need to hear your voice, to hear: I love you… I just need you every single day of my life. Promise you’re not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to spend more time on my little projects I had put beside for you. I’ll try to spend more time with my friends. I’ll try to let you go without asking myself a thousand of questions. I don’t want to make you feel life you were in jail. I want you to be free… even if I’m scare… Promise you’ll get free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises. Thousand of promises I can do. Thousand of promises I will keep in mind ‘cause I don’t want you to feel bad in this relation. I want to stay with you many years… and I have to work on myself to see this dream to happen. Promise I will keep my promises! I’m here to stay with you 4ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3750334599604806472?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3750334599604806472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3750334599604806472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3750334599604806472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3750334599604806472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/05/thousand-of-promises.html' title='Thousand of promises...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1587552146722920950</id><published>2007-04-28T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:17:29.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in time (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was part of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past will stay past. We can’t turn back time to change something. Forget it or deal with it. Learn about everything I did even it was great or stupid. I was trying to find who I was in this mess. I went trough many feelings. Feelings were my life, my reason. Without them, I would not be the one I am now. They taught me so many things like I just don’t have to worry about what happened ‘cause tomorrow will be a new day. Yesterday was part of my life. Yesterday still is a part of my life. I can’t erase what happened in this past years. Yesterday makes me grow up and gets me stronger each day. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Tomorrow is a new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Stop crying for something happened years ago. Think about now, about future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-You can't erase something happened, deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-You learn from every mistakes you made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My past is important for me. I will never forget it...just deal with it. I learn many things and each "yesterday" represent something for me. You may find it weird, but it means a lot of memories... good or not (I just don't care).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1587552146722920950?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1587552146722920950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1587552146722920950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1587552146722920950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1587552146722920950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-in-time-part-i.html' title='Life in time (Part I)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6363296014736510826</id><published>2007-04-19T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:12:21.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost three years... of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we began together, I would never thought about being with the same person for a long time like this…I mean almost three years(in three months!)! It sounds like eternity to me. I love this kind of eternity. I would never thought about being with the same person for a long time ‘cause I never found true love before being with you. Even if sometimes we’re having hard time, I know you’ll always be there and loving me as I’ll do for you. Even if I seem so confused sometimes you should remember that one thing is clear to me… I love you more than ever and you’re my man! Promise! I never had a doubt on this… Confusion takes part of me when it’s getting hard, when I’m not able to find a solution, when I have to choose between my dreams and you … so hard sometimes… I know you never asked me to tell you this… but I think I’ll feel a bit better when you’ll have read this and maybe it will help you to understand what’s going on inside my confuse head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6363296014736510826?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6363296014736510826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6363296014736510826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6363296014736510826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6363296014736510826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-three-years-of-love.html' title='Almost three years... of love...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-2463516391242568420</id><published>2007-04-19T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:57:42.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me anywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fly far away from here&lt;br /&gt;Fly me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t let me here&lt;br /&gt;Desperate I can be&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly with you&lt;br /&gt;You want to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fly together&lt;br /&gt;To a place no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly to an island&lt;br /&gt;No one used to know&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Hands to hands, eyes into eyes&lt;br /&gt;Loving every single moment with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly with you&lt;br /&gt;You want to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fly together&lt;br /&gt;To a place no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, always flying with you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want these moments to stop&lt;br /&gt;Fly around the world in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Fly me anywhere you want&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly with you&lt;br /&gt;You want to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fly together&lt;br /&gt;To a place no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fly together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our love world, fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-2463516391242568420?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/2463516391242568420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=2463516391242568420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2463516391242568420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2463516391242568420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/fly-me-anywhere.html' title='Fly me anywhere...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1817914929314916671</id><published>2007-04-16T17:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:14:14.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch my breathe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just need a break&lt;br /&gt;To catch my breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Following our story&lt;br /&gt;So hard, so difficult to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Need you to catch me&lt;br /&gt;Need your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me fall&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me fall in pieces...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need a break&lt;br /&gt;To catch my breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Following our story&lt;br /&gt;So hard, so difficult to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Falling in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Falling in confusion one more time&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you come and save me&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need a break&lt;br /&gt;To catch my breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Following our story&lt;br /&gt;So hard, so difficult to me&lt;br /&gt;So hard, so difficult to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So difficult to me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1817914929314916671?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1817914929314916671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1817914929314916671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1817914929314916671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1817914929314916671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/catch-my-breath.html' title='Catch my breathe..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8245613031912552306</id><published>2007-04-14T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:51:34.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold everywhere, cold anytime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cold everywhere, Cold anytime&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling cold, feeling cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel it’s cold&lt;br /&gt;Something is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;Between us&lt;br /&gt;A magical nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel…so scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cold everywhere, Cold anytime&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling cold, feeling cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel it’s cold&lt;br /&gt;One touch, one word&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel, to hear&lt;br /&gt;To feel warm with you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cold outside, Cold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cold everywhere, Cold anytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always feeling cold, feeling cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8245613031912552306?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8245613031912552306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8245613031912552306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8245613031912552306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8245613031912552306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/cold-everywhere-cold-anytime.html' title='Cold everywhere, cold anytime...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3190176020806275997</id><published>2007-04-08T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:45:18.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How you make me feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you’re sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re sleeping with me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re here with me&lt;br /&gt;How you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re my confident&lt;br /&gt;Always there when something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Listening every stupid worry I have&lt;br /&gt;You have the words to make me feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re my dream’s “body guard”&lt;br /&gt;No nightmares are close&lt;br /&gt;When I feel your touch on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I feel secure ‘cause I know you’re there to protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;In life, in my thoughts, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go you’re with me&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sure of myself for first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thought about you… I’m SuperME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3190176020806275997?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6841924928587998995</id><published>2007-04-06T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:49:52.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn little candlelight, burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burn candlelight, burn&lt;br /&gt;Fire of love&lt;br /&gt;Passion and desire&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a candlelight burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always feed her&lt;br /&gt;Always stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Even if she’s close to death&lt;br /&gt;She’s still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day someone will make her breath again&lt;br /&gt;Breath more and more&lt;br /&gt;It may be you…&lt;br /&gt;The one who made her live again&lt;br /&gt;It has to be you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn little candlelight, burn&lt;br /&gt;Someone is feeding you&lt;br /&gt;For staying alive&lt;br /&gt;Staying in passion and desire&lt;br /&gt;Fire of love… burn candlelight, burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My candlelight’s flame is burning for and because of you… don’t let her die.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She just don't want to die... she wants you to make her live...forever.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&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/37494473-6841924928587998995?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6841924928587998995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6841924928587998995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6841924928587998995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6841924928587998995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/04/burn-little-candlelight-burn.html' title='Burn little candlelight, burn'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1462439465024282496</id><published>2007-03-25T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:03:40.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spring fever is taking part of me. I can feel it into my veins. Everything seems to be great, magical. Nothing's wrong. It's the time you find thousand of new projects but not enough time to realise them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sun is coming back to wake me up and to make me feel great. I can also wear my sunglasses. So much fun! Driving my car had never been that funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if with spring fever makes some couple break.... I just feel that spring fever gets me into romantic love... I want to love you more and more.. I Swear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spring fever brings new...and new! Nothing old can survive....it's all new stuff! :o) .... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish that my projects will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be realised after this summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great Spring fever...and summer!! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;X0 Jess 0X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1462439465024282496?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1462439465024282496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1462439465024282496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1462439465024282496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1462439465024282496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5585252170594738711</id><published>2007-03-17T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:27:04.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Each day I’m getting much more depressive…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was only because of me… I guess I was wrong! Seriously, I was finding motivation alone. Working on my little projects is helping me a lot. Every day, I wake up and I think about what I should do to get my projects better each day. It keeps me smiling! That’s when the problem is coming: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt; When I finally find a way, when I feel good, you arrive and start to tell me about her and her and her…even if you know how I can hate her! You get me depressive… You are the one who finds a way to put me down when sun shines again. I’m sick of this… I just hate you for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now…confusion’s taking a real part of my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5585252170594738711?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5585252170594738711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5585252170594738711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5585252170594738711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5585252170594738711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/each-day-im-getting-much-more.html' title='Each day I’m getting much more depressive…'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3570805038187473512</id><published>2007-03-17T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:11:09.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When love dominates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being dominated by love. No one wishes this to happen to anyone around him or her. But it has to happen to someone. When love dominates everything changes… What I mean is that the person concerned will change everything. Won’t see her friends; forget her dreams, live like the one she loves want to. Friends will probably try to explain what’s happening without succeed. She’ll loose her friends, loose her dreams, and loose her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt; I miss time talking and walking at night with you. I miss having fun with you. I miss time helping you when something was going wrong. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one concerned will recognize herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3570805038187473512?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3570805038187473512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3570805038187473512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3570805038187473512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3570805038187473512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-love-dominates.html' title='When love dominates...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8664829408909429238</id><published>2007-03-13T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:31:04.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want to be me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Head up&lt;br /&gt;Sure of myself&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I want&lt;br /&gt;When I want&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me&lt;br /&gt;Hair in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I can scream my destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping on my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Without her I am nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be accept&lt;br /&gt;Know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can cry&lt;br /&gt;For all the moments&lt;br /&gt;You were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Try to put a smile&lt;br /&gt;On my face&lt;br /&gt;Forget all these moments&lt;br /&gt;And live by my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping on my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Without her I am nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be accept&lt;br /&gt;Know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just want to be me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8664829408909429238?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8664829408909429238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8664829408909429238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8664829408909429238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8664829408909429238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-want-to-be-me.html' title='Just want to be me...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4180535014748155146</id><published>2007-03-08T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:30:17.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journée internationale de la femme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RfBbFqTSUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GxPWr3_FlS4/s1600-h/iwdlogo1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039628135840240402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RfBbFqTSUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GxPWr3_FlS4/s320/iwdlogo1_f.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C'est aujourd'hui la journée internationale de la femme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cette année cette journée célèbre son 30e anniversaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instituée en 1977 par les Nations Unies&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cette importante journée nous donne l'occasion de célébrer les progrès accomplis dans la promotion des droits des femmes et d'évaluer les difficultés auxquelles elles sont encore confrontées. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elle nous permet aussi de nous pencher sur les moyens à prendre pour que les femmes et les filles, dans toute leur diversité, atteignent l'égalité et de célébrer le pouvoir collectif des femmes, dans le passé, de nos jours et à l'avenir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sur ce, je vous souhaite à toutes une bonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journée Internationale de la femme!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4180535014748155146?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4180535014748155146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4180535014748155146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4180535014748155146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4180535014748155146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/journe-internationale-de-la-femme.html' title='Journée internationale de la femme!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RfBbFqTSUxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GxPWr3_FlS4/s72-c/iwdlogo1_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-208275548828965031</id><published>2007-03-08T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:43:22.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting harder each day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s getting over&lt;br /&gt;She’s hiding her feelings&lt;br /&gt;Too scared by love&lt;br /&gt;No bad intentions&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry for her&lt;br /&gt;She don’t want you to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Can’t fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is easy&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s over&lt;br /&gt;She ran away&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from love, not you&lt;br /&gt;No cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;Change up your mind&lt;br /&gt;She don’t want you to think about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Can’t fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is easy&lt;br /&gt;Hide or run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting harder&lt;br /&gt;Over or not, I’m scare&lt;br /&gt;Only want to live my life&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause our destiny aren’t to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Getting harder each day, I’m scare…will it be over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-208275548828965031?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/208275548828965031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=208275548828965031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/208275548828965031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/208275548828965031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-harder-each-day.html' title='Getting harder each day...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5812968546805206917</id><published>2007-03-03T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:40:09.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does everything can be.... art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to dictionary, art is an expression, by the works of a man, of an ideal of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Contemporary Museum in Montreal. Expositions were really nice but strange. So I asked myself … is everything art? One was about building some furniture…and another was about sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really interesting, I have nothing bad to say. But when art stops? Does it even stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Art is everything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think that art is something new, something fresh due to works of a man, not necessary an ideal of beauty. Art is an easy way to express yourself when you get mad, sad, happy, or in love about or with everything in society…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say art is everything… but it has to bring something new.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Art is transvestism of reality &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pedro Almodovar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5812968546805206917?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5812968546805206917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5812968546805206917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5812968546805206917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5812968546805206917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-everythingart.html' title='Does everything can be.... art?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6234883275566069047</id><published>2007-03-01T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:01:33.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A princess life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never do something by your own. Always have someone to do it for you. You don’t even need to ask someone to do it… ‘Cause someone is actually doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money… that’s not a problem for you. Your parents are there to pay every single thing you want. Even if it’s really expansive and if it’s not necessary. Don’t even think about working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have everything you want. You have everyone you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not doing something by your own. People are there to take care of you just like if you were a bisque doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say you have an easy life but not necessary the best life. You have everything. You don’t have to work. You can go wherever you want; you can do whatever you want. There’s no problem for you.&lt;br /&gt;No challenge. No experience. Nothing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you missing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy life. Always have what you want. Everyone’s taking care of you. Everyone’s there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a princess life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it is not my life and not the kind of life I want…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6234883275566069047?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6234883275566069047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6234883275566069047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6234883275566069047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6234883275566069047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/03/princess-life.html' title='A princess life...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4050429147633766332</id><published>2007-02-28T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:27:20.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the door..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things are different now. You’ve read all my thoughts I was unable to tell you. You read everything except what’s still in my head…but it is almost the same. Now that you’ve open the door inside of me…you read me... you know me…It’s kind of strange. I feel like it was the first time I fall in love. I love you much more every single day of my life...and I feel like you’re HERE! On earth! Don’t know how to explain it…but I feel for the first time that you’re here with me!&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment of life isn’t like this week…?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;Open the door inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;So many things you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;Be scare, confuse&lt;br /&gt;Be real&lt;br /&gt;Open the door inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4050429147633766332?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4050429147633766332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4050429147633766332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4050429147633766332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4050429147633766332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/open-door.html' title='Open the door..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5310425207915512354</id><published>2007-02-26T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:20:31.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart...yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These days are so difficult. Can’t imagine myself with you. Can’t imagine myself without you. All I can do is wait. Wait for the moment I’ll find an answer. My parents against you. You against my parents. I’m lost… .My heart is with you. My heart is with them. My heart…. is mine. Don’t know if I’m right or wrong. Don’t care anyway…for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are so difficult. My mind is confuse…my heart too. I just can’t imagine a life with you but I also can’t imagine one day without you. All I can do is wait. Wait for the moment I’ll find an answer. My parents against you. You against my parents. I’m lost… .My heart is with you. My heart is with them. My heart…. is yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5310425207915512354?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5310425207915512354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5310425207915512354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5310425207915512354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5310425207915512354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-heartyours.html' title='My heart...yours!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6399292425636629947</id><published>2007-02-19T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:16:25.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's something going wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what..&lt;br /&gt;Everynight I'm crying when it comes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Crying, crying and crying....don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...it will be fine&lt;br /&gt;And I will talk to you when times come...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't worry..&lt;br /&gt;Crying because of you?&lt;br /&gt;Crying because of me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but I'm still crying...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't worry.. I love you&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't worry.. I love&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't worry.. I&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't worry..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be honest with you&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's getting hard...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6399292425636629947?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6399292425636629947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6399292425636629947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6399292425636629947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6399292425636629947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/honestly.html' title='Honestly...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-382937273645230327</id><published>2007-02-16T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:16:37.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings to feel alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, I asked myself: What would life be without feelings? Frustration, sadness, happiness, etc. Feelings represent a big part of our life! I just can’t imagine a life without them!&lt;br /&gt;Love and friendship the most important feelings…for me! As you can see, they lead other feelings ‘cause they all bring frustration, sadness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Even if sometimes we can be really frustrated about something happened…time goes by ..and we learn about this moment..&lt;br /&gt;Feelings make me realise … I’m alive! I’m someone! You can hate or love some feelings…but you can’t deny that they make you live! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-382937273645230327?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/382937273645230327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=382937273645230327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/382937273645230327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/382937273645230327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/feelings-to-feel-alive.html' title='Feelings to feel alive!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-2695298635815350387</id><published>2007-02-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:30:17.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Way down to confusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RdU1y4X3hcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TmMIT8UWKCA/s1600-h/confusing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031987306898621890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RdU1y4X3hcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TmMIT8UWKCA/s200/confusing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m falling down&lt;br /&gt;Way down to confusion&lt;br /&gt;Stay or leave?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday…confusion is taking part of me&lt;br /&gt;Stay or leave?&lt;br /&gt;Love or not?&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel good and free&lt;br /&gt;Without answers to find…&lt;br /&gt;While I’m falling down&lt;br /&gt;Way down to confusion&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands&lt;br /&gt;I want a normal life&lt;br /&gt;And bring me back to life&lt;br /&gt;…………….‘Cause I’m down to confusion&lt;br /&gt;………….I’m down to confusion&lt;br /&gt;……… .Down to confusion&lt;br /&gt;……..To confusion&lt;br /&gt;..Confusion&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-2695298635815350387?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/2695298635815350387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=2695298635815350387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2695298635815350387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/2695298635815350387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-down-to-confusion.html' title='Way down to confusion...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RdU1y4X3hcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TmMIT8UWKCA/s72-c/confusing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6927578225799079276</id><published>2007-02-15T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:27:56.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy to talk with...you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything I'm writing new on this blog...I'm thinking about you...I admit it! But...everytime you don't find a sense to do this... I do not have to explain why I'm writing here ...about you or anything else... but I'll do it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I would like to talk with you...I'm not finding enough courage to do it, I'm feeling stupid ...so writing here seems to be an easy way to talk with you about many things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if I know that you'll probably....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never read them anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6927578225799079276?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6927578225799079276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6927578225799079276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6927578225799079276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6927578225799079276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/easy-to-talk-withyou.html' title='Easy to talk with...you!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8456404722374837384</id><published>2007-02-15T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:20:32.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, I finished working earlier...which means, 8pm! You are finishing at 12:30...4 hours and a half to kill! I first tought about coming back home, to relax having time in my own things, in my own world! So I prepare myself and at 8 pm I went back home. When I arrived...I was not feeling like I would have like... I was missing you..too much! In confusion....I packed all my things and came back to your house...Missing you, is that the only reason? The only thing I know is that I wanted to be &lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;! .....10:20 pm... still waiting for you...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8456404722374837384?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8456404722374837384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8456404722374837384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8456404722374837384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8456404722374837384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/confusing.html' title='Confusing...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3927758123635832531</id><published>2007-02-12T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:05:08.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to save a life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashslideshow.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last night..I saw this music video : How to save a life by The Fray! Amazing! I already knew that song but this is the first time I see the video. I have some difficulties to share it with you but I'llfind a way to make it work! Anyway..you can also listen it on The Fray's website...or see their music video on youtube or on television.... I hope you'll enjoy it as I did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to save a life...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Listen --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;______--&lt;/span&gt;Hold Still --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;--Let it go --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;__________________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Don't be scared of death --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Talk to someone --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Touch --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Breathe --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Cry--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Accept --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Forgive --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;______ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Have faith --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Surrender --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Release the fear --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Love --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Open up--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Remember --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________--&lt;/span&gt;Say GoodBye... --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3927758123635832531?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3927758123635832531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3927758123635832531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3927758123635832531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3927758123635832531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to save a life...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-6767422985018010102</id><published>2007-02-11T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:50:19.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to imagine a life without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight when you went away to your home...I was alone...alone in my bed..alone with me! You know..it is always bad news when I stay alone... but not this time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I tried to imagine my life without you... it was really hard! I don't think I could survive without you. That's when I thought about school... Distance is the word that will exactly describe our relation.. It scares me! But you already know this! Everyone already know this!&lt;br /&gt;But one thing remind! I remember you told me our love was so strong...and that whatever it happens we will stay together. I wish this will be my reality! Cause you are the one I live for.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No bad news! I'm still scare...but thinking about this...made me realize that I should trust you, trust me and to trust us! I'm here to stay with you..and as you would say : You're not going to leave me so easily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-6767422985018010102?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/6767422985018010102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=6767422985018010102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6767422985018010102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/6767422985018010102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/try-to-imagine-life-without-you.html' title='Try to imagine a life without you...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4895080758873525271</id><published>2007-02-08T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:06:49.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been hurt?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been hurt by your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your family?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I’ve been hurt…by myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ve try to stand up during this time&lt;br /&gt;To never fall...to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hurt by myself&lt;br /&gt;Taking wrong decision&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, so wrong I was&lt;br /&gt;You went far from me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve been hurting you&lt;br /&gt;Hurting myself by the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your family?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by your decisions?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hurt someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4895080758873525271?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4895080758873525271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4895080758873525271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4895080758873525271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4895080758873525271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-been-hurt.html' title='Have you ever been hurt?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-7065772772919628513</id><published>2007-02-01T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:32:47.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss nights in your arms..</title><content type='html'>Nights without you are not the same&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel your touch on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Can’t feel your breath near my neck&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hear you when you’re telling me: Love you!&lt;br /&gt;I miss that time&lt;br /&gt;Time I was sleeping in your arms every night&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you come next to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you come sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you every night&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling alone in my bed…&lt;br /&gt;And every time I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;And to see you next to me&lt;br /&gt;So why don’t you come sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;Need you tonight...love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-7065772772919628513?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/7065772772919628513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=7065772772919628513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/7065772772919628513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/7065772772919628513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/02/miss-nights-in-your-arms.html' title='Miss nights in your arms..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-5607494540906638816</id><published>2007-01-27T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:04:17.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So scare..</title><content type='html'>After all the things we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;I’m still scare about loosing you&lt;br /&gt;Even if you’re telling me that everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;I’m still scare…&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think about something else&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m too scare about living without you&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who helped me when I was down&lt;br /&gt;The one who showed me love was something great&lt;br /&gt;The one who forgave all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one and only one for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still scare…&lt;br /&gt;Scare about distance…not about your love&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Not a thousand miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would fall asleep in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;Feel your touch on my skin…your kisses… your breath&lt;br /&gt;I need you … I don’t want to be far from you&lt;br /&gt;Distance…scares me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-5607494540906638816?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/5607494540906638816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=5607494540906638816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5607494540906638816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/5607494540906638816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-scare.html' title='So scare..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-9015714221918322039</id><published>2007-01-24T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:09:49.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I close my eyes, the only thing I think about is how I’m loosing my time. I’ve been sitting here for too much time…maybe 5 or 6 months…and I’ll be sitting here for another 5-6 months if I’m not doing something to make it change. I’m loosing time. I don’t have any goal for now… I guess I’m waiting to go back school in September…! If only I could have all the material things I want to realise some projects… Loosing my time... by working, working…what else? I realise I’m not the one I used to be 1 or 2 years ago… and I missed it… Would anyone be nice and kick my ass? I need someone to kick it…really...no kidding! Would you? Anyway… I’ll find my own way…my own goals (Even if it’s in a couple of months…I wish it before) alone or not…So next time I’ll close my eyes…I’ll find out a girl with too much goals, not enough time… promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone to kick my ass?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-9015714221918322039?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/9015714221918322039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=9015714221918322039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/9015714221918322039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/9015714221918322039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-8489616108694786776</id><published>2007-01-23T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:06:04.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, Confuse, Depress..</title><content type='html'>I'm lost, I'm confuse&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to live by my own&lt;br /&gt;Or am I going to become crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, I'm confuse&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of depress&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Neither what to say or think&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go far from here&lt;br /&gt;Take a break &lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, I'm confuse&lt;br /&gt;Would someone give me answers&lt;br /&gt;Or just help me to feel better?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-8489616108694786776?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/8489616108694786776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=8489616108694786776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8489616108694786776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/8489616108694786776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-confuse-depress.html' title='Lost, Confuse, Depress..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-4029832625993475308</id><published>2007-01-06T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:46:31.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un hiver....sans neige!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C'est bien beau avoir un hiver dans neige... mais dernièrement je me suis demandé... on a beau dire qu'il n'y a pas de neige, que c'est étrange, mais qu'est-ce que vous pensez de tout cela?? Je sais, je sais l'hiver n'est pas terminé...la neige peut arriver à tout moment.. mais jusqu'à présent êtes-vous de ceux qui en sont frustrés ou qui adorent cette situation??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pour ma part, bien que je n'aime pas me casser la gueule sur de la glace, déneiger mon auto ou la cour... je trouve cela tout de même inquiétant!! Même si cela me fait parfois plaisirde sortir lorsqu'il fait +5 ...un hiver sans neige doit cacher des conséquences à quelque part... D'ailleurs, ce soir en regardant les nouvelles j'ai su qu'un ours n'est pas en hibernation...assez inquiétant!! Anyway! je vous laisse sur des quelques petits trucs que j'ai trouvé sur un hiver sans neige... et si vous croisez un ours...dites vous qu'il a peut-être faim!!! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Les avantages d'un Noel sans neige &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(par Stéphane Laporte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais faut avoir le moral et essayer de trouver des avantages à un Noël sans neige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. La visite n’aura pas besoin d’enlever ses chaussures. Ça va sentir meilleur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Aller fumer dehors quand il fait plus quatre, c’est agréable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. La visite restera pas prise dans la neige, comme ça vous êtes certain qu’elle va s’en aller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Si vous aimez pas Noël, vous pouvez vous faire croire que c’est la Saint-Jean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Pour une fois, la ville sera déneigée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intégral! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberpresse.ca/article/20061221/CPBLOGUES08/61221090&amp;blogdate=20061221&amp;amp;cacheid=20061221"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.cyberpresse.ca/article/20061221/CPBLOGUES08/61221090&amp;blogdate=20061221&amp;amp;cacheid=20061221&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-4029832625993475308?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/4029832625993475308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=4029832625993475308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4029832625993475308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/4029832625993475308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/un-hiversans-neige.html' title='Un hiver....sans neige!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-3293336131533303590</id><published>2007-01-02T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:34:10.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lost...again!</title><content type='html'>What am I suppose to think about us?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going...&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know your feelings...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you could to a small effort for me...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who you really are...&lt;br /&gt;Do I know something about us?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know something about me, about us?&lt;br /&gt;If you do...help me..&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost.....again!&lt;br /&gt; (Sorry...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-3293336131533303590?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/3293336131533303590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=3293336131533303590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3293336131533303590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/3293336131533303590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-lostagain.html' title='I&apos;m lost...again!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-608725532888045123</id><published>2007-01-01T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:37:44.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**** BONNE ANNÉE 2007 ****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J'espère que cette année sera superbe pour tous!! Même si de mon côté je l'ai commencé avec un torticolli (c'est comme ça qu'on écrit ça?!?) je sens que cette année sera remplie d'action!! Anyway je vous souhaite qu'elle soit la meilleure à présent mais tout de même la plus plate de celles à venir!! Tention à vous tous!! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-608725532888045123?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/608725532888045123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=608725532888045123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/608725532888045123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/608725532888045123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='**** BONNE ANNÉE 2007 ****'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-1433241741215182146</id><published>2006-12-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:41:38.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006...to...2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As some of you guys know, I had a really hard year 2006! It wasn't easy! I lost my dog, had a depressive time, I decided to take a school break (What a big mistake!!) and it wasn't going that well with my boyfriend! But.... I'm still alive!! I would just say thanks to everyone that supported me during 2006, you rock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2006 helped me to take my resolutions for 2007..really! The biggest one is... : Think to myself before others, doing what I want not what other wants from me! For the other resolutions...you just don't care! I swear! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tell me what are your resolutions for 2007..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: A big thanks to my boyfriend for always being there for me... I love you more than ever and..for the rest of my life! You are the best! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-1433241741215182146?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/1433241741215182146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=1433241741215182146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1433241741215182146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/1433241741215182146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006to2007.html' title='2006...to...2007'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-619477587975010622</id><published>2006-12-21T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:30:17.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Héhé! Les Canadiens ont encore gagné!! Habs 4ever! Vraiment... ils sont sur une belle lancée! Faut pas que ça s'arrête!! Anyway j'ai pas grand chose à dire la dessus sauf peut-être que je trouve cela vraiment trippant de voir que cette année, il n'y a pas grand chose qui peut les arrêter... surtout après une 5e victoire!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011189067466855666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RYtR6Ayu1PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0V_a2bagQ4/s320/canadiens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So remember...... &lt;strong&gt;HABS ALL THE WAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-619477587975010622?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/619477587975010622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=619477587975010622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/619477587975010622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/619477587975010622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/habs.html' title='Habs!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/RYtR6Ayu1PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0V_a2bagQ4/s72-c/canadiens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116664752217961283</id><published>2006-12-20T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:38:37.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you!</title><content type='html'>I just want you to know that I love you more than everything and as I use to tell you, you're my man!! I will always be there for you, and I would do everything for you! Keep that in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116664752217961283?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116664752217961283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116664752217961283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116664752217961283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116664752217961283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-you.html' title='Love you!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116664174707369780</id><published>2006-12-20T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:30:52.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phénomène... Têtes à claques!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qui n’a jamais visionné un vidéo de têtes à claques?? Toi peut-être?? J’en doute fort… tout le monde a du au moins une fois aller se rincer l’œil sur le site web afin de voir de ses propre yeux quel est véritablement ce nouveau phénomène qui prend tant d’ampleur au Québec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincèrement, si vous n’avez jamais vu un de leurs vidéos… il serait peut-être temps d’y consacrer un petit 2 minutes de votre temps afin d’oublier le mauvais temps, vos soucis, et enfin sourire! Car bien que dans les vidéos, on remarque souvent une critique sociale, l’humour demeure omniprésente!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors prenez le temps d’aller jeter un coup d’œil sur le site web : &lt;a href="http://tetesaclaques.tv"&gt;http://tetesaclaques.tv&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Un nouveau vidéo disponible à tous les mardi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Même si je déteste faire de la publicité pour quiconque… je dois avouer que ce site en mérite! Un incontournable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1- Willi waller 2006 (le 1er que j’ai visionné et non le moindre!)&lt;br /&gt;2- Halloween&lt;br /&gt;3- Les orignaux&lt;br /&gt;4- On sort part 3&lt;br /&gt;5- Le père Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Hey mon ami! T’aime tu sa mange des petates?? ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laisse ton top 5!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116664174707369780?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116664174707369780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116664174707369780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116664174707369780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116664174707369780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/phnomne-ttes-claques.html' title='Phénomène... Têtes à claques!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116649251453294965</id><published>2006-12-18T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:51:48.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show: Gary Kurtz!! Officiel!</title><content type='html'>Hé ouais! C'est officiel!! Je vais voir Gary Kurtz le 25 février en compagnie de mon amoureux!! Trop hâte!! J'espère que sa a valu la peine d'attendre 30 minutes après une madame qui jasait au téléphone chez admission!! Hihi! Anyway l'important c'est qu'on aie des billets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;En tk... si y'en a qui ont déjà vu le show dites-moi comment vous avez trouver sa!! Anyway!! Je vais en redonner des news.... plus tard!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you Boubé! I hope will have a great show!! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116649251453294965?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116649251453294965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116649251453294965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116649251453294965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116649251453294965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/show-gary-kurtz-officiel.html' title='Show: Gary Kurtz!! Officiel!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116646154246344467</id><published>2006-12-18T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:52:48.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Few dates to remember!</title><content type='html'>Here are some dates I just want to remember!! 'Cause I know I will forget them anyway ... so I took the time to write them down here... and if they are helping you finding some good activities to do it is great, really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 décembre : Noel noir (Not that good)&lt;br /&gt;16 mars : Premonition&lt;br /&gt;18 mai : Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;13 Juillet : Harry Potter 5&lt;br /&gt;27 Juillet : Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 février : Gary Kurtz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116646154246344467?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116646154246344467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116646154246344467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116646154246344467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116646154246344467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/few-dates-to-remember.html' title='Few dates to remember!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116638204939393997</id><published>2006-12-17T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:29:23.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is life for you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.. life is kind of a musical partition. Well, at birth, we received the beginning of a musical partition and we have to finish it ...the end os the song will be the end of our life... So it's up to you! Do you want your musical partition to get on party, drama, or just rockin out!! Your the only one to make it, the only one to decide it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of movie! You decide if you want to be the main actor or not..if you want to let tthe others take the decisions for you or not...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's how I would represent life... how would you do it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116638204939393997?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116638204939393997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116638204939393997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116638204939393997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116638204939393997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/about-life.html' title='About life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116615336726088006</id><published>2006-12-14T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:29:27.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you more each day!</title><content type='html'>It's the truth!&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;From the first time we met&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me&lt;br /&gt;Take it if you want&lt;br /&gt;But remember that I will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'cause &lt;strong&gt;I love you more each day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy with you&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Love you! XxX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116615336726088006?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116615336726088006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116615336726088006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116615336726088006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116615336726088006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/loving-you-more-each-day.html' title='Loving you more each day!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116593915686004846</id><published>2006-12-12T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:15:38.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same question?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Days after days... I'm asking myself the same question but I still got no answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we suppose to be together? &lt;/strong&gt;'Cause days after days I don't feel the same energy from us.. to live like an happy couple... Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a break to think about me..to be alone...to feed my dreams... to realise more things about me or everything!! Would you accept it? Confuse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I'll just keep thinking about it....wishing to find the answer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116593915686004846?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116593915686004846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116593915686004846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116593915686004846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116593915686004846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/same-question.html' title='Same question?!?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116580437601107802</id><published>2006-12-10T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:43:11.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Country music...country bar...what ever you want!! I really hate what's link with country...I found that out yesterday! Yeah! for a job party.. we went to ''La diligence'' a king of country bar... We had a lot of fun...that's true!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I admit it! BUT! We went there to laugh...not seriously! And we all came back home with an head hurt!! Kind of nice end... No way! No more for me!! Promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Jour apres jour je suis triste!! (No more!!) ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116580437601107802?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116580437601107802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116580437601107802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116580437601107802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116580437601107802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/country-music.html' title='Country music...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116580282395534655</id><published>2006-12-10T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:19:01.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary ... freaking out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night..I was really freaking out! Don't ask why 'cause you won't have any answer!! I swear...If you know what happening in my life...you won't even ask... you'll find the answer.. So even if I had a great night with my gurlz, it just can't go out my head... so I freaked! But really freaked! Devil inside...told me to drive my car... and to go away from here...but angel came back to take control and to show me the way of security... just to find out.. who's that angel???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Wish I won't freak out that way again! So scary!!! ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116580282395534655?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116580282395534655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116580282395534655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116580282395534655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116580282395534655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/scary-freaking-out.html' title='Scary ... freaking out!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116564004834884208</id><published>2006-12-08T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:57:41.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Show me who you are&lt;br /&gt;Show me who I am&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you want&lt;br /&gt;Show me want you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Show me your feelings&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I represent to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you could do for me&lt;br /&gt;Show me everything about love&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to be and stay happy&lt;br /&gt;Show me everything you want&lt;br /&gt;But show me how to deal with this relation....&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you more than you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116564004834884208?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116564004834884208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116564004834884208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116564004834884208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116564004834884208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/show-me.html' title='Show me...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116554338128853070</id><published>2006-12-07T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:57:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking too much questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Just feeling down by these days… I really can’t understand why… but I may have an idea about it! Everyone around me and everything looks great… I should be the happiest one… but it doesn’t go that way…Confuse in love, don’t really like my new job (but I do appreciate the one I’m working with...I swear!), confuse about future, confuse about my studies…Confuse about everything you can imagine!! If someone can answer these questions…please do it!!&lt;br /&gt;1) Why are we always confused about something?? Can’t we just be absolutely sure one time in our life??&lt;br /&gt;2) Why is love so difficult to deal with?? And to understand??&lt;br /&gt;3) Why can’t we get the attention, the love we need??&lt;br /&gt;4) Why are we always asking questions without living our life?? Why am I still asking questions??&lt;br /&gt;5) Why am I still asking questions??&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/37494473-116554338128853070?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116554338128853070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116554338128853070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116554338128853070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116554338128853070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/asking-too-much-questions.html' title='Asking too much questions!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116543805859578328</id><published>2006-12-06T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:57:53.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why don't you come&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Show me the good way&lt;br /&gt;No mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Beside me&lt;br /&gt;To help me... to find my way&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't&lt;br /&gt;I have to find my way...alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Wish I wont take the wrong way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116543805859578328?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116543805859578328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116543805859578328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116543805859578328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116543805859578328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116543273046838508</id><published>2006-12-06T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:07:19.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temps des fetes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La neige commence a tomber... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;le mois de decembre avance tranquillement....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Le temps des fetes arrive...sa se sent!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vous le sentez???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tout le monde se rue dans les centres d'achats... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tout le monde semble impatient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Party de famille, de job, d'amis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tout le monde y connait du bon temps...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L'ambiance du temps des fetes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rien de plus magique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Vous ne trouvez pas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway! Je vous souhaite de passer un tres joyeux temps des fetes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(esperant que le mauvais temps n'y soit pas) pres de tout ceux qui vous tiennent a coeur!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tention a vous!! -xxxxx-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116543273046838508?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116543273046838508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116543273046838508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116543273046838508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116543273046838508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/temps-des-fetes.html' title='Temps des fetes!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116516074962152877</id><published>2006-12-03T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:58:20.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;But keep listening mine&lt;br /&gt;You act like you don't care&lt;br /&gt;You act like if I was not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being me, sorry for loving you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being someone who need love, attention&lt;br /&gt;Still sorry for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may be hard&lt;br /&gt;To live by my side&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;But keep listening to yours&lt;br /&gt;Act like I was everything for you&lt;br /&gt;Show me your feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being me, sorry for loving you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being someone who need love, attention&lt;br /&gt;Still sorry for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your and my heart&lt;br /&gt;You can bring both of us happy&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, I can do it too&lt;br /&gt;You may act like you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But you may also act like if I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being me, sorry for loving you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being someone who need love, attention&lt;br /&gt;Still sorry for all&lt;br /&gt;Think about it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116516074962152877?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116516074962152877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116516074962152877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116516074962152877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116516074962152877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116499362152900230</id><published>2006-12-01T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:58:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't turn back time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Lorsque l'on commet des actes&lt;br /&gt;Nous devons en voir toute les repercussions&lt;br /&gt;Souvent nous nous y trompons&lt;br /&gt;Une erreur peut parfois etre impardonnable&lt;br /&gt;Une erreur peut pafois etre gravee a jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'erreur impardonnable semble pourtant&lt;br /&gt;Avoir une meilleure repercussion&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne pardonnes pas.. tu rejettes tout ce qui a un lien&lt;br /&gt;Tu l'oublie, elle sombre dans le nean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'erreur gravee a jamais&lt;br /&gt;Est celle qui fait le plus de mal&lt;br /&gt;Car jamais tu ne pourras t'en departir..&lt;br /&gt;Toujours dans ton esprit&lt;br /&gt;Elle nourrira tes craintes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'erreur que tu as commise&lt;br /&gt;Restera en moi, gravee a jamais&lt;br /&gt;Elle me fait mal, tres mal&lt;br /&gt;Tu le sais deja&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce n'est pas pour autant que je ne veux plus etre pres de toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu veux que je tourne la page&lt;br /&gt;Mais cette page est a present encree en moi&lt;br /&gt;Cette page je peux l'egarer&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne pourrai jamais l'oublier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even if I still remember this situation...I don't want to stay in pass... I'll let the future come and see what it will offer to us... Still love you more than ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116499362152900230?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116499362152900230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116499362152900230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116499362152900230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116499362152900230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-cant-turn-back-time.html' title='We can&apos;t turn back time!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11208267580552323393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116448253458573547</id><published>2006-11-25T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:59:43.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sondage a l'echelle mondiale par l'ONU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Le mois dernier, un sondage a ete mene a l'echelle mondiale par l'Onu. La question etait : "Veuillez, s'il-vous-plait, donner honnetement votre opinion sur d'eventuelles solutions a la penurie de nourriture dans le reste du monde".&lt;br /&gt;Le sondage fut un echec retentissant :&lt;br /&gt;En Afrique, personne ne savait ce que signifiait "nourriture".&lt;br /&gt;En Europe de l'Est, personne ne comprit ce que signifiait "honnetement".&lt;br /&gt;En Europe de l'Ouest, personne ne comprit le sens du mot "penurie".&lt;br /&gt;En Chine, personne ne saisit ce que signifiait "opinion".&lt;br /&gt;Au Moyen-Orient, personne ne comprit ce que signifiait "solution".&lt;br /&gt;Aux Etats-Unis, personne ne comprit ce que signifiait "le reste du monde................!&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/37494473-116448253458573547?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_issd8Uw5Jws/R1Rwj5ZX2dI/AAAAAAAAABk/CMIyIFRlFs4/S220/DSC_8063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37494473.post-116391180518761969</id><published>2006-11-18T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:58:58.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Love is ...&lt;br /&gt;...a feeling for someone&lt;br /&gt;...trust and honesty into someone&lt;br /&gt;...having great time with someone&lt;br /&gt;...insecurity somedays about the relation with someone&lt;br /&gt;...looking in the same direction with someone&lt;br /&gt;...complicity with someone&lt;br /&gt;...always being there for someone&lt;br /&gt;...listening to someone&lt;br /&gt;...to help someone in bad days&lt;br /&gt;...to get confuse about someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a feeling that I have for you..from the first day we meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may forget something..but the thing is that I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37494473-116391180518761969?l=wildflower20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/feeds/116391180518761969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37494473&amp;postID=116391180518761969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116391180518761969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37494473/posts/default/116391180518761969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower20.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything-about-love.html' title='Everything about 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