<?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-2820305228583472713</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:45:26.661-08:00</updated><category term='Love Rachel'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='V C Andrews'/><category term='Chuck'/><category term='Music'/><category term='karma'/><category term='My Love'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='positivity'/><category term='Blair'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Song of the Day'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='The Merchant of Venice'/><category term='Fight Club'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Loved and Lost'/><category term='Love'/><category term='monsters'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Sia'/><category term='Lawrence M. Krauss'/><title type='text'>WASTED YOUTH</title><subtitle type='html'>SupercalifragilisticexpialiDOPESHIT: I'm not sure who I am. I am not a girl who can ever be defined. I am on a journey of evolution, an angel of retribution, beginning my own revolution which is by no means a solution to my inner turmoil, but more a temporary resolution and my own pollution in cyberspace. Will I ever attain redemption?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-4546328017138831688</id><published>2011-12-29T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:41:39.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week: We Found Love; Rihanna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tg00YEETFzg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like you’re screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-4546328017138831688?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/4546328017138831688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-we-found-love-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4546328017138831688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4546328017138831688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-we-found-love-rihanna.html' title='Song of the Week: We Found Love; Rihanna.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tg00YEETFzg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-1554215990964479345</id><published>2011-12-27T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:14:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can never teach a boy to love the way you wish to be loved. You   have to wait for him to do it his own way at his own time. That's the   saddest part of being a girl, because most of the time, that boy will  never realise. But you can never teach a girl to love a boy back the way  she did before if she has already grown tired of fighting for him, and  waiting to be appreciated and loved the way she  deserves. That's the  saddest part of being an insensitive man.&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/2820305228583472713-1554215990964479345?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/1554215990964479345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/l-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1554215990964479345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1554215990964479345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/l-word.html' title='The L Word.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-650263091463407549</id><published>2011-12-24T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:01:43.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>The Dirty Thirty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As  Maria Robinson once said, “Nobody can go back and start a new   beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”&amp;nbsp; Nothing   could be closer to the truth.&amp;nbsp; But before you can begin this process of   transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding   you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some ideas to get you started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop spending time with the wrong people.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Life is  too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness  out of you.&amp;nbsp;  If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for  you.&amp;nbsp; You  shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.&amp;nbsp; Never, ever insist  yourself to  someone who continuously overlooks your worth.&amp;nbsp; And  remember, it’s not  the people that stand by your side when you’re at  your best, but the  ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst  that are your true  friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop running from your problems.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Face them head  on.&amp;nbsp; No, it won’t be easy.&amp;nbsp; There is no person in the  world capable of  flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them.&amp;nbsp; We  aren’t supposed to  be able to instantly solve problems.&amp;nbsp; That’s not how  we’re made.&amp;nbsp; In  fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and  fall.&amp;nbsp; Because  that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems,  learn, adapt, and  solve them over the course of time.&amp;nbsp; This is what  ultimately molds us  into the person we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop lying to yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;  – You can lie to anyone  else in the world, but you can’t lie to  yourself.&amp;nbsp; Our lives improve  only when we take chances, and the first  and most difficult chance we  can take is to be honest with ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Read The Road Less Traveled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop putting your own needs on the back burner.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving   someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.&amp;nbsp; Yes, help   others; but help yourself too.&amp;nbsp; If there was ever a moment to follow   your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be someone you’re not.&lt;/strong&gt;  – One of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world  that’s trying to make you like  everyone else.&amp;nbsp; Someone will always be  prettier, someone will always be  smarter, someone will always be  younger, but they will never be you.&amp;nbsp;  Don’t change so people will like  you.&amp;nbsp; Be yourself and the right people  will love the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to hold onto the past.&lt;/strong&gt; – You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being scared to make a mistake.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Doing  something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more  productive  than doing nothing.&amp;nbsp; Every success has a trail of failures  behind it,  and every failure is leading towards success.&amp;nbsp; You end up  regretting the  things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop berating yourself for old mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;  – We may  love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no  matter how  things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us  find the person  and things that are right for us.&amp;nbsp; We all make  mistakes, have  struggles, and even regret things in our past.&amp;nbsp; But you  are not your  mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW  with the  power to shape your day and your future.&amp;nbsp; Every single thing  that has  ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that  is yet to  come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to buy happiness.&lt;/strong&gt; –  Many of the things  we desire  are expensive.&amp;nbsp; But the truth is, the  things that really  satisfy us are  totally free – love, laughter and  working on our  passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop exclusively looking to others for happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  If you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be  happy  in a long-term relationship with anyone else either.&amp;nbsp; You have to  create  stability in your own life first before you can share it with  someone  else.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Read Stumbling on Happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being idle.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Don’t think too much or you’ll  create a problem that wasn’t even  there in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Evaluate  situations and take decisive  action.&amp;nbsp; You cannot change what you refuse  to confront.&amp;nbsp; Making  progress involves risk.&amp;nbsp; Period!&amp;nbsp; You can’t make it  to second base with  your foot on first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Nobody ever feels  100% ready when an opportunity arises.&amp;nbsp; Because  most great  opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort  zones, which  means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Relationships must be chosen wisely.&amp;nbsp; It’s better to be alone than to   be in bad company.&amp;nbsp; There’s no need to rush.&amp;nbsp; If something is meant to   be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for   the best reason. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re  lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work.&lt;/strong&gt;  – In life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you   meet.&amp;nbsp; Some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you.&amp;nbsp;   But most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to compete against everyone else.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  Don’t worry about what others doing better than you.&amp;nbsp; Concentrate on   beating your own records every day.&amp;nbsp; Success is a battle between YOU  and  YOURSELF only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being jealous of others.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Jealousy is the art  of counting someone else’s blessings instead of  your own.&amp;nbsp; Ask yourself  this:&amp;nbsp; “What’s something I have that everyone  wants?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  Life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a   direction that is meant for you.&amp;nbsp; You may not see or understand   everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough.&amp;nbsp; But reflect back   on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past.&amp;nbsp; You’ll often   see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of   mind, or situation.&amp;nbsp; So smile!&amp;nbsp; Let everyone know that today you are a   lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop holding grudges.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Don’t live your life with  hate in your heart.&amp;nbsp; You will end up  hurting yourself more than the  people you hate.&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness is not  saying, “What you did to me is  okay.”&amp;nbsp; It is saying, “I’m not going to  let what you did to me ruin my  happiness forever.”&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness is the  answer… let go, find peace,  liberate yourself!&amp;nbsp; And remember,  forgiveness is not just for other  people, it’s for you too.&amp;nbsp; If you  must, forgive yourself, move on and  try to do better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop letting others bring you down to their level.&lt;/strong&gt; – Refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop wasting time explaining yourself to others.&lt;/strong&gt; – Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway.&amp;nbsp; Just do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break.&lt;/strong&gt;  – The time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it.&amp;nbsp;   If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re   getting.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop overlooking the beauty of small moments.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  Enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and  discover  they were the big things.&amp;nbsp; The best portion of your life will  be the  small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who  matters to  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to make things perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Read Getting Things Done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop following the path of least resistance.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Life  is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something   worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; Don’t take the easy way out.&amp;nbsp; Do something extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  It’s okay to fall apart for a little while.&amp;nbsp; You don’t always have  to  pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that   everything is going well.&amp;nbsp; You shouldn’t be concerned with what other   people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed   your tears.&amp;nbsp; The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile   again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/strong&gt; –  The extent  to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent  to which you  take responsibility for your life.&amp;nbsp; When you blame others  for what  you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give  others power  over that part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be everything to everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Doing  so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out.&amp;nbsp; But  making one  person smile CAN change the world.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not the whole  world, but their  world.&amp;nbsp; So narrow your focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop worrying so much.&lt;/strong&gt;  – Worry will not strip  tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of  its joy.&amp;nbsp; One way to  check if something is worth mulling over is to  ask yourself this  question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?&amp;nbsp;  Three years?&amp;nbsp; Five  years?”&amp;nbsp; If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;  –  Focus on what you do want to happen.&amp;nbsp; Positive thinking is at the   forefront of every great success story.&amp;nbsp; If you awake every morning with   the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today,   and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being ungrateful.&lt;/strong&gt;  – No matter how good or bad  you have it, wake up each day thankful for  your life.&amp;nbsp; Someone somewhere  else is desperately fighting for  theirs.&amp;nbsp; Instead of thinking about  what you’re missing, try thinking  about what you have that everyone else  is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Source: http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/11/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself/&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/2820305228583472713-650263091463407549?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/650263091463407549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty-thirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/650263091463407549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/650263091463407549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty-thirty.html' title='The Dirty Thirty.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-5495376276285020972</id><published>2011-12-21T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:52:16.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Of Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that life wouldn't throw all of these heartaches and hardships at us if the universe didn't already know that we can handle it. Beautiful people do not just happen, they are made. And one day we will look back on these days that were our youth and we'll laugh, we'll cry and we'll wish that we could rewind time and relive the good, and even the bad over again. Because it is these moments that are defining us right now and reminding us just how far we've come already. If that isn't reason enough to smile today, then I don't know what is. &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/2820305228583472713-5495376276285020972?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/5495376276285020972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5495376276285020972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5495376276285020972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Of Year.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-2095880530999120226</id><published>2011-12-21T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:50:40.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>The Modern Women's Guide To Being Boss in 2012:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep your head, heels and standards high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always back up your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never kiss and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watch your drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let your past make you better, not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chicks before dicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Use a tissue not Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you sit down and act like a lady then more boys will stand up and be gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Say what you mean and mean what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Judging only proves that you are ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stop complaining about your boyfriend. If you're not happy, leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not complain about not being loved if you haven't made yourself into somebody worth loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always take your make up off after a night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strive for a balanced life in every aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being single isn't a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just because somebody has hurt you in the past doesn't mean that you can hurt others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smile at strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never sacrifice your morals, beliefs or dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When making decisions, write up a list of the pros and cons, tear the list up and follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Laugh everyday - I'm talking about the laughter that makes your cheeks ache and your side burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Date somebody that makes you happy, not somebody who you feel obligated to "save".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't change shit people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everybody makes mistakes but it's how you rise after the fall that defines you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you don't respect yourself, then how do you expect others to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Learn that there is a "time and a place" for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything feels better by candlelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love your family. Love your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fall in love, not in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you must define yourself first before you can ever have the chance of being happy in a relationship.&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/2820305228583472713-2095880530999120226?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/2095880530999120226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/modern-womens-guide-to-being-boss-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2095880530999120226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2095880530999120226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/modern-womens-guide-to-being-boss-in.html' title='The Modern Women&apos;s Guide To Being Boss in 2012:'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-137193222459303418</id><published>2011-12-19T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:44:55.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft2X5TksdeA/TdylIQuZvgI/AAAAAAAACLw/ZNKrDg_OnT4/s1600/tumblr_ld1m1w0zLZ1qaodr1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft2X5TksdeA/TdylIQuZvgI/AAAAAAAACLw/ZNKrDg_OnT4/s1600/tumblr_ld1m1w0zLZ1qaodr1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I  distinctly remember the feeling you gave me. The electricity that shot  through my body as your hand touched mine. I used to drown in a mass of  emotions that would be cursing through my veins; happiness, peace,  anxiety, hope and being torn between feeling perpetually safe in your  arms and the fear of losing what we had. I spent years feeling like I  could conquer the world with you, the way it felt to be infinite, but  most of all, now, I remember how it felt the day it all went away. And  all I ever wanted was all that I ever needed. Everytime I looked at you,  and I can still see your face now, I would try to understand how you  continued to love me like no other, even after all had been said and  done, you still loved me for exactly who I was. You were the only person  ever to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You  will always travel with me, even if we are now world's apart, for busy  days will fade away but memories will always remain the same. I will  never forget that morning you came home to seek refuge in my arms and  made me promise over and over that I would always be there for you,  unconditionally because that is what love is about. I promised it to you  and I meant it from the bottom of my heart. Looking into your eyes that  day, I realised that words are just bunches of letters but the real  beauty lay in those moments spent staring into each others eyes. No  words can do those feelings justice and that is what love is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There  isn’t a moment of my day that isn’t spent wondering where you are,    what you’re doing and how you’re feeling. Even in the quiet of the  night,  when everything is still and i am nearly asleep,&amp;nbsp;there’s a part  of me  that is still wondering. Often I imagine the worst has happened  to you for that is the path you were heading down the last time our now  individual paths crossed. I don't wish ill upon you, I never could do  that, but there is always that nagging voice deep inside of me that  warns me that the worst is more likely to happen with the life that now  entwines itself around your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Your  smile is seriously the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  You would  always laugh and say that you couldn't smile properly, that your facial  structure just wouldn't let you. But I still see your smile, the one  that would sneak out at the height of our laughter, or when you caught  me looking at you with adoration in my eyes. I miss that smile. It had  the ability to stop my tears, and to calm me down even in the height of  fury. Honestly,&amp;nbsp;it can brighten up my whole day. Just looking at your   beautiful face makes me want to&amp;nbsp;pull you into my arms and hold you there   forever. I love you so much. I always have, and I know that I always  will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But what you have taught me, most of all, is that sometimes, even most of the time, love just isn't enough.&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/2820305228583472713-137193222459303418?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/137193222459303418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-distinctly-remember-feeling-you-gave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/137193222459303418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/137193222459303418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-distinctly-remember-feeling-you-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft2X5TksdeA/TdylIQuZvgI/AAAAAAAACLw/ZNKrDg_OnT4/s72-c/tumblr_ld1m1w0zLZ1qaodr1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-2838733665840493805</id><published>2011-12-19T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:39:06.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We  spend our lives convincing ourselves that we are happy, we pretend, we  lie and we continue to fake it. Are we just trying to please those  around us, or&amp;nbsp; do we deep down hope that if we pretend for so long, that  we will fool ourselves into oblivion? We begin in innocence, purity and  with good intentions but in the end we all end up broken, beaten and on  the floor. We hurt those closest to us, and we end up as the main  players in this game of manipulation, this game of deceit and we torture  ourselves because of it. We make our moves, have to live with our  choices whether they be good or bad, and slowly whatever humanity that  was left within us fades away. It is a game. And we are only in it to  win. There is no prize and there is no finish line. We just continue  dancing around each other in this vicious cycle, and in the end we don't  even remember how it all begun, we struggle to recall what we are even  still playing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;You   can spend your life trying to right your wrongs, but redemption is a   killer. You can try to run away but in the end we discover that we'll   only ever be running from ourselves. When the road less travelled   reaches the edge of the world, all that's left is to jump... we can   build our wings on the way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-2838733665840493805?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/2838733665840493805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2838733665840493805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2838733665840493805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/game.html' title='The Game.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-3466197126225971952</id><published>2011-12-19T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:07:11.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week: Castle Walls (TI feat. Christina Aguilera)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MvhIDUQw-Cc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Castle Walls"&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Christina Aguilera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T.I.]&lt;br /&gt;Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Bet you would think I got it made, better look again&lt;br /&gt;I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion&lt;br /&gt;The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy&lt;br /&gt;With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;But you see it came in exchange of the same man's sanity&lt;br /&gt;Your vision jaded by the grammy's on the mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you&lt;br /&gt;On the canvas he may seem alright but all the disadvantages his family&lt;br /&gt;Encounters overpowers his extravagance&lt;br /&gt;Walk in my nines awhile I dare you&lt;br /&gt;While it really seems like the kings life ain't glamorous&lt;br /&gt;As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs&lt;br /&gt;Because the camera's doesn't see beyond the walls of the smiles&lt;br /&gt;Only counts until it falls in the pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T.I.]&lt;br /&gt;Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit of all that I've accomplished&lt;br /&gt;If my kids never win at shit&lt;br /&gt;Me knowing this, why should the verses I have laid&lt;br /&gt;Be more important to me than the persons I have raised&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity&lt;br /&gt;But they just don't equate to all the time they take away&lt;br /&gt;From the kids all the shit I did right is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;If deyjah end up a stripper and major slinging yay&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever consider myself a great&lt;br /&gt;If messiah ain't paid and nique nique ain't straight&lt;br /&gt;Would your favorite song about the whips, money and shit&lt;br /&gt;Be relevant if you found out, the money wasn't real, nope&lt;br /&gt;So me being the goat shouldn't mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than see it to a king though&lt;br /&gt;From a bad ass kid to man with some dough&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I may well have stayed poor&lt;br /&gt;So while they stay focused on me beefin with flip,&lt;br /&gt;Shawty low, Gucci or Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm fucking with a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Internally I'm dealing with this conflict&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if I don't get the chance to kiss the hand&lt;br /&gt;Or slap me in the face, ay I, m just the man&lt;br /&gt;If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records&lt;br /&gt;It's cause this my life these ain't just rapping&lt;br /&gt;shit, you think of that deep, did ya dawg&lt;br /&gt;See you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;Bitch ain't thinking with the deep, did ya dog&lt;br /&gt;Cause see you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Living in this castle made of stone&lt;br /&gt;They say that money is freedom but I feel trapped inside it all&lt;br /&gt;And while I sit so high up on a throne&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I can feel this low&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But there's no place to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T.I.]&lt;br /&gt;For the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again&lt;br /&gt;My career was meant for me to come and tell it&lt;br /&gt;Honest interpretation of how affected I'm faced with&lt;br /&gt;Matters most rappers used to keep locked away in the basement&lt;br /&gt;The day that I walk I ain't saying that I'm amazing&lt;br /&gt;Down playing the way I keep fellas from catching cases&lt;br /&gt;Won't take into consideration how much it mean what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;And when I say what I mean even when I'm surrounded by the fakers&lt;br /&gt;From one of the greatest centers, blessed with most of god's graces&lt;br /&gt;Who made his way amongst the greatest from the grimiest places&lt;br /&gt;So next time you rating royalty, I'm always being given to recordings than the level&lt;br /&gt;Of your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed disjointed&lt;br /&gt;While all the critics was looking for prince charming&lt;br /&gt;Disregarded the king of the south raised doubt&lt;br /&gt;Even though he made a castle out of used to be a house&lt;br /&gt;He did shit that all your favorites rappers only rap about&lt;br /&gt;But most of y'all don't see the castle through the walls&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles till it falls in piles so while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-3466197126225971952?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/3466197126225971952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-castle-walls-ti-feat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3466197126225971952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3466197126225971952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-castle-walls-ti-feat.html' title='Song of the Week: Castle Walls (TI feat. Christina Aguilera)'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MvhIDUQw-Cc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-3646951343315025549</id><published>2011-12-15T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:30:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lh81X0aeCQ/TurJHWSBTmI/AAAAAAAACSE/vZ0MJcQ5Hpw/s1600/couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lh81X0aeCQ/TurJHWSBTmI/AAAAAAAACSE/vZ0MJcQ5Hpw/s320/couple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes  people will turn up in your life unexpectedly, but in retrospect you  could not have imagined it any other way. They open your eyes to a new  way of life and bring so much substance and change that you so  desperately craved but hadn't realised until now. There's an element of  safety you have come to find when you're around them. You smile when  your message tone sings and their name pops up on the screen. They  fascinate you and leave you feeling so intrigued, craving more time to  pick their brain and discover their strengths, weaknesses, hopes, fears  and dreams. Some will only stay for a fleeting moment but you know that  you will never be the same again, and some will stay by your side for  what seems like eternity and then some. These types of people are few  and rare, but when they catch your eye and smile, your world just lights  up. So take that person by the hand and learn how to really live  together. Go on spontaneous adventures, write each other letters, climb  trees, look at the world with the innocence of a child and laugh. Laugh  until your sides ache and your cheeks burn. Hold hands, roll around in  bed and do nothing in particular, make each other mixtapes and slowdance  together. Sit on the end of the boardwalk and share secrets all  afternoon and as the sun slowly sets, come to realise what beauty lies  in the world itself. It's the little moments that count. It's moments  and people like these that I live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hearts will never be made unbreakable  and everybody is damaged in some way. Life is about finding those people  who make you feel alive again and in return, you take their hand and  show them how to live. &lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-3646951343315025549?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/3646951343315025549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3646951343315025549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3646951343315025549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/11.html' title='1+1.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lh81X0aeCQ/TurJHWSBTmI/AAAAAAAACSE/vZ0MJcQ5Hpw/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8269301941207006070</id><published>2011-12-15T20:15:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:15:49.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;Have  you ever heard a song from so long ago with so  many memories tied to  it that it made you cry? And didn’t you wish that  you could go back in  time when everything was simpler and carefree?  Those are the songs that  are the soundtracks of our lives. The ones that  bring back our  childhood, best friends, first love, first broken heart  and all the  memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;You  know what the best feeling in the world is? The  feeling that nothing  can touch you. The feeling that you are going to be  okay. The feeling  that everything is going to stay just how it is, and  the feeling of  being excessively and overly happy. The times when you’re  gasping for  air from laughing, or nearly in pain from smiling so much.  When you’re  with your friends, and you know this is how it’s supposed to  be. I love  those times, and I love that feeling. That’s what life is  truly about.  Forgetting the bad, and getting lost in the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-8269301941207006070?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/8269301941207006070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8269301941207006070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8269301941207006070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7200951176992072648</id><published>2011-12-15T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:15:22.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He  lived his life believing that he had never been good enough for her. He  was plagued with thoughts as to why she didn't appear interested. Why  he kept slipping down the rungs of her priority list and yet, why he  still longed for her touch, to feel her tiny frame moving next to him  listlessly in her sleep, and why she could never seem to say those words  to him that he so desperately wished, and needed, to hear. Boy, you  were too easy to fall in love with. That's why this girl closed herself  off before she had even a chance to feel for you. Blood, sweat, tears  and years had gone into constructing these walls which now kept her safe  and you began to crumble them so she retreated in fear. She couldn't  change being hurt again and those deep-seeded memories of lovers past  were finally fading into the darkness that she had been running away  from for so long now. She felt that she was almost free again. Without  emotion there is no hurt. But in the end, all she did was find out how  much more she could really hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And  now she has said those few words that he needed to hear but it's too  late now and what's done is done, and all that once was has come undone.&lt;/i&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/2820305228583472713-7200951176992072648?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7200951176992072648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7200951176992072648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7200951176992072648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-2426185290375767242</id><published>2011-12-12T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:05:22.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Marry The Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things  exactly as they happened; it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an  artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest,  because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma  is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and  particles in quantum physics. They can be lost forever. It’s sort of  like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that  painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.  It’s not that I’ve been dishonest; it’s just that I loathe reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Lady Gaga; Marry The Night intro. &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/2820305228583472713-2426185290375767242?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/2426185290375767242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/marry-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2426185290375767242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2426185290375767242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/marry-night.html' title='Marry The Night.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-1557444899438572914</id><published>2011-12-11T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:40:23.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week: Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xiLcw4juIMk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-1557444899438572914?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/1557444899438572914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-slow-me-down-emmy-rossum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1557444899438572914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1557444899438572914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-week-slow-me-down-emmy-rossum.html' title='Song of the Week: Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xiLcw4juIMk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7716483441326919591</id><published>2011-12-08T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:06:20.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Merchant of Venice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Translation Through Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober, and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk. &lt;br /&gt;When he is best he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst he is little better than a beast. &lt;br /&gt;And the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Merchant of Venice; Act I, Scene II. Shakespeare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-7716483441326919591?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7716483441326919591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/translation-through-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7716483441326919591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7716483441326919591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/translation-through-time.html' title='Translation Through Time.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7573269709808811949</id><published>2011-12-08T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:42:12.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>RIP John Lennon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-670eK7z6Kwc/TuEE5ySwOzI/AAAAAAAACRs/-i8ioSL5lRg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-670eK7z6Kwc/TuEE5ySwOzI/AAAAAAAACRs/-i8ioSL5lRg/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told  me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked  me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told  me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t  understand life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- John Lennon; &lt;/strong&gt;musician, activist, inspiration and dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-7573269709808811949?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7573269709808811949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-john-lennon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7573269709808811949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7573269709808811949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-john-lennon.html' title='RIP John Lennon.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-670eK7z6Kwc/TuEE5ySwOzI/AAAAAAAACRs/-i8ioSL5lRg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7213617855715309435</id><published>2011-12-08T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:31:40.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week: Fireflies; Light Messengers (Saosin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/txjpgi9blOc?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we meet in a next life, our souls will be rested and ready to forgive. I can only hope that time treats you kindly. That's my only wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-7213617855715309435?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7213617855715309435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day-fireflies-light-messengers_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7213617855715309435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7213617855715309435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day-fireflies-light-messengers_08.html' title='Song of the Week: Fireflies; Light Messengers (Saosin)'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/txjpgi9blOc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-9065888382535205824</id><published>2011-12-07T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:58:56.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I just want to go home, but I'm not even sure where that is.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I want what I cannot have. My faith lies with the imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;I push away what's good for me, in favour of grasping the intangible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the very thing which I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; I'm in love with this character I conjured; not with an existing being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Now I'm clinging to fabricated memories. My life is one big lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; You cannot lose what you never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Nothing feels real anymore. And life is slipping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Why do we all so desperately throw ourselves headfirst into this pursuit of temporary happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; The euphoric highs and the self-deprecating lows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; I lose myself in a haze of mistakes and regrets, whisky and cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; I don't belong here - not in this city, not in this world nor this lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; My heart is empty, my spirit is broken and my soul yearns to be set free.&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-9065888382535205824?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/9065888382535205824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9065888382535205824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9065888382535205824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7318358451441891637</id><published>2011-12-07T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:59:22.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Souls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Do you have that one person whose face always appears when you close your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Your hearts collided, even if only for the briefest moment, but you were never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;There is that one person who will always remain hidden away deep within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You would give up everything just to rewind time back to that beautiful moment that you spent together.&lt;br /&gt;When you pass by each other, even now, when your eyes meet there is that glint and within that gaze lies the key that could unlock all of the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Despite where you both are now in your separate lives, deep down it is known that one day your lives will carve a path back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t destiny. Nor is it love.&lt;br /&gt;It is just a connection between two lost souls who sought comfort and through this discovered each other.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no memorials built to honour us, and it will not rival the great love stories.&lt;br /&gt;But one day we’ll search for each other again. Because I know that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one who understands me. And I, you.&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/2820305228583472713-7318358451441891637?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7318358451441891637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/old-souls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7318358451441891637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7318358451441891637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/old-souls.html' title='Old Souls.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-5425061089636699924</id><published>2011-12-07T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:04:00.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My society told me to drink my milk so I would grow big and strong, and that I should go to school to find where I belong. But milk makes me sick, and school wants to conform every last drop of magic in which my soul was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So why do we trust that in which we do not question.&lt;br /&gt;To flavour cool just stick a needle in the right direction. &lt;br /&gt;How do you kill the thing you have come to hate, when you become the product of a popular culture fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://jessicaveronica.tumblr.com/"&gt;Jess Origliasso&lt;/a&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/2820305228583472713-5425061089636699924?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/5425061089636699924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5425061089636699924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5425061089636699924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='++'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-7028119185452620505</id><published>2011-12-07T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:09:54.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Angels Lead You In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am trapped within this dark space. I have been here for so long now that I'm afraid to leave for i have grown accustomed to the familiarity in the same way a child latches onto their security blanket. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a better world but i am always shot back down before my conscious can be coaxed away from this darkness. This space that engulfs me is menacing and relentless but at the same time it forms the only loyalty and comfort that I have ever known. So this is where I remain. Nobody knows. Nobody sees past my mask. And nobody will ever find me here. I'm just a lost soul. Yet I still battle with this one thought; do I hide my demons so well that people do not see, or do they notice but just don't care about me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can still feel you lying next to me. I still feel your light breath on the back of my neck as we drift off to sleep. I swear I felt you stir in your slumber but when I rolled over with hope, all that was left was the cold, empty spot where you once lay. I'm staring into the darkness when I just want to look into your eyes. In falling down together, all we die was fall apart. I can't follow you if you won't lead. And you cannot rescue what isn't lost. Would you save me? Would I save you? How did we end up worlds apart when we were side be side? I can still sense you here with me. I know that feeling all too well, so please stay with me tonight. If I will only see you when I close my eyes then I will sleep forever. &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/2820305228583472713-7028119185452620505?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/7028119185452620505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-angels-lead-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7028119185452620505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/7028119185452620505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='May Angels Lead You In.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-3255783288038854067</id><published>2011-12-07T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:05:28.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts Collide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you have that one person whose face always appears when you close your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Your hearts collided, even if only for the briefest moment, but you were never the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There is that one person who will always remain hidden away deep within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You would give up everything just to rewind time back to that beautiful moment that you spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When you pass by each other, even now, when your eyes meet there is that glint and within that gaze lies the key that could unlock all of the secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Despite where you both are now in your separate lives, deep down it is known that one day your lives will carve a path back to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It isn’t destiny. Nor is it love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is just a connection between two lost souls who sought comfort and through this discovered each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There will be no memorials built to honour us, and it will not rival the great love stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But one day we’ll search for each other again. Because I know that I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You’re the only one who understands me. And I, you.&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-3255783288038854067?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/3255783288038854067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/hearts-collide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3255783288038854067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3255783288038854067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/hearts-collide.html' title='Hearts Collide.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-5163867311549426208</id><published>2011-12-06T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:29:22.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><title type='text'>Scars and Stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can build walls to keep out the sadness, but at the same time, those very walls are the ones that are keeping the joy out. But how are we so deserving of joy when we've spent our better years hurting those whom we declared to have loved? My entire life has been one of denial, fuelled by lies and an immoral fabrication of our lives, only believing what I wanted to so badly believe. This whole web of lies has finally caught up on me, and on those who were in it with me. Eventually the truth will always come out but this time I'm not sure if the truth will ever set us free. We are all as bad as each other, just in different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been hurt, lied to and betrayed in incredible proportions but that doesn't give me the right to return this. Yet, I still did.&amp;nbsp; &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/2820305228583472713-5163867311549426208?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/5163867311549426208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/scars-and-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5163867311549426208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/5163867311549426208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/scars-and-stories.html' title='Scars and Stories.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-2482238576197484959</id><published>2011-12-06T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:31:46.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Week: So Goodbye (Chester See)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4DtwC8pWQI?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is the last song I sing to you&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt; I be a man and I face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIES&lt;/span&gt; are the tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WON'T &lt;/span&gt;waste the time or the﻿ breath on you&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPLAIN&lt;/span&gt; things you'd think you already knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-2482238576197484959?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/2482238576197484959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day-so-goodbye-chester-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2482238576197484959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2482238576197484959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day-so-goodbye-chester-see.html' title='Song of the Week: So Goodbye (Chester See)'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y4DtwC8pWQI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-6810606500626316960</id><published>2011-12-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:02:20.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><title type='text'>A Day Without Laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn-qdqzQPk8/Ttu4oHAE2OI/AAAAAAAACQo/ieVmA5peer4/s1600/tumblr_lvi7ua66Dr1qhxqvio1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn-qdqzQPk8/Ttu4oHAE2OI/AAAAAAAACQo/ieVmA5peer4/s320/tumblr_lvi7ua66Dr1qhxqvio1_400.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Karma will always return tenfold. I am living proof of this. It's been one of those nights where I sit up and think about all of the god things that I have done, and all of the bad things. The negativity trumps any positivity that I once had, and I wonder at what point it all went wrong. I'm not much of a good person anymore, perhaps I never was. But then, how does one define a 'good person?' Everybody has dirty little secrets and if nobody ever finds out, then that person isn't judged, and never taken revenge upon by those affected. Yet, those who lay their stories out on the table or whose life is under constant scrutiny from those around them, then karma is far more quick to return. &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/2820305228583472713-6810606500626316960?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6810606500626316960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-without-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6810606500626316960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6810606500626316960'/><link 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Vee Ee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i  want a love so fragile that you’re compelled to nurture it from the very first flutter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that you feel you must caress ever so delicately for fear of fracturing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wish for this love to be so sturdy and fearless that it may withstand the wildest of weathers and emotions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love so fierce that it breaks down boundaries and forges a new path all of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a love so bold that it brings the world to its knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love so intriguing that the stories will outlive the lovers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a love so deep and ancient that mountains move,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet a love so true and pure that the sky opens up at the very call of its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a love so real that a moment without it would cause the earth to crumble from underneath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a love so profound that if it was ever lost my heart would be torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my body would be forever left as an empty vessel floating throughout eternity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-6192262408841884671?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6192262408841884671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/elle-oh-vee-ee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6192262408841884671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've learned that sometimes love just isn’t enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that I may be broken, but I'll never be defeated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that words cause more damage than fists. Cuts heal, bruises fade but words stay in your heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that one person can destroy you in the space of four words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that sometimes you have to be apart from somebody in order to realise just how much you do need them in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that being emotionless is possible; that moment where there is  a  void left inside of you where something used to be. You can’t cry,  you  feel no anger, no emotions… you just feel… nothing. But this will  never  last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that despite  interventions from  friends, sometimes you can only just continue down  that path of  self-destruction. But I’ve learned that when you reach the  end and  collapse into a heap from exhaustion, those loved ones will  still be by  your side to pick you back up. Even if they do mutter “I  told you so”  under their breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned how  resilient people can  be and that it's true, when you feel like you  can't possibly take it  anymore, keep fighting because you're only  halfway there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve  learned how much loyalty can grow in  one’s heart; that notion that you  will be there by their side no matter  what does exist. &lt;strong&gt;“Forever” really is a promise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that those “three words/eight little letters” are meaningless   if spoken aloud. They have to be seen, proven and felt to be believed.   But they are so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that once you’ve done   one bad thing you can never be viewed as a good person again.  Redemption  can take a lifetime; if not longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that life should, in fact, have a soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned just how much one person can touch your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that sometimes no matter how hard you try to keep the faith;   sometimes you’ve just got to give up on some people. They’re not even   worth another second of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that no matter   how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while   and you must forgive them for that. It’s human nature – nobody’s   perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at   first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take   its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want   them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences   you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them, and less to do with how   many years you have lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t   love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean  they  do love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've  learned that if more people took the time to lie on a rooftop and watch  the stars go by, they would find the answers they so desperately seek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a   friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that no matter what your family will always be there for you;   even after being unappreciated and neglected, they’ll be there by your   side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that learning to forgive takes practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve   learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want   them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that there are three solutions to every problem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept it. Change it. Leave it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you can't accept it, change it. If you can't change it, leave it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I’ve learned that world peace isn’t an option as long as politicians are still dropping bombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Peace begins with you and I finding peace within ourselves. &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/2820305228583472713-9147612557374613566?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/9147612557374613566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-learned_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9147612557374613566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9147612557374613566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-learned_26.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8406391627403870542</id><published>2011-11-26T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:13:06.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Journey On, My Dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just want to go home, but I'm not even sure where that is.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I want what I cannot have. My faith lies with the imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;I push away what's good for me, in favour of grasping the intangible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the very thing which I created.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this character I conjured; not with an existing being.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm clinging to fabricated memories. My life is one big lie.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot lose what you never had.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels real anymore. And life is slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all so desperately pursue temporary happiness?&lt;br /&gt;The euphoric highs and the self-deprecating lows.&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in a haze of mistakes and regrets, whisky and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here - not in this city, not in this world nor this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is empty, my spirit is broken and my soul yearns to be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-8406391627403870542?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/8406391627403870542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/journey-on-my-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8406391627403870542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8406391627403870542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/journey-on-my-dear.html' title='Journey On, My Dear.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-4886294385938723808</id><published>2011-11-26T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:31:58.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><title type='text'>Song of the Week: My Love - Sia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mtM_cc4SPJI?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-4886294385938723808?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/4886294385938723808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4886294385938723808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4886294385938723808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-love.html' title='Song of the Week: My Love - Sia.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mtM_cc4SPJI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8378098079838624133</id><published>2011-11-26T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:50:39.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Caterpillar Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;We have voices, stories, plans, dreams and ideas. We have hope. We will wake up tomorrow to a day that has never been known. We are living a life that has never been lived. &lt;br /&gt;We are here for a reason. We exist to love and be loved. Things do change and storms will always bring a rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;After all these months, all this time, so much has happened. If I were to look back on them, I would never have believed that, that person was once me. I wouldn't recognise that girl because she's so different from who I am today. But I guess changing and moving on is growing up, I'm finding out what kind of person I want to be. I haven't been a very good person, perhaps I never was. But I know the future brings many changes to come. As for right now, I'm on my way to being somebody who I'm proud to be.&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/2820305228583472713-8378098079838624133?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/8378098079838624133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/caterpillar-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8378098079838624133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8378098079838624133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/caterpillar-dreams.html' title='Caterpillar Dreams.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-1900572438053866830</id><published>2011-11-26T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:48:21.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loved and Lost'/><title type='text'>Switch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8JN7QtHRSM/TtD8EtP2NrI/AAAAAAAACQg/bfeF6Ax6BSU/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8JN7QtHRSM/TtD8EtP2NrI/AAAAAAAACQg/bfeF6Ax6BSU/s320/25.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sometimes I wish I  could just turn it all off. I  wish I didn’t feel anything, for you,  for anything and anyone. Because  feelings hurt. The moment you let your  emotions take control, you’re  fucked. I suppose you just have to  decide whether it’s all going to be  worth it or not, the troubles that  come with love. Because of course,  he’s going to hurt you. But if you  really believe that in the end you  will come out of it alive, together,  then by all means go for it. I just  hope that it all turns out well  for you. The way I wished it would work  out for me.&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-1900572438053866830?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/1900572438053866830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1900572438053866830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/1900572438053866830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/switch.html' title='Switch.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8JN7QtHRSM/TtD8EtP2NrI/AAAAAAAACQg/bfeF6Ax6BSU/s72-c/25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-4265468216947941333</id><published>2011-11-26T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:35:34.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence M. Krauss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Universal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every  atom in your body  came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in  your left hand  probably came from a different star than your right  hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It really is  the most poetic thing I know about physics: &lt;strong&gt;You are all stardust.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You  couldn't be here if stars hadn't  exploded, because the elements – the  carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron,  all the things that matter for evolution  and for life – weren't created  at the beginning of time. They were  created in the nuclear furnaces of  stars, and the only way for them to  get into your body is if those  stars were kind enough to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, forget Jesus. Forget God. Forget anything you were ever told.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stars died so that you could be here today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Source: Lawrence M. Krauss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-4265468216947941333?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/4265468216947941333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/universal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4265468216947941333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/4265468216947941333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/universal.html' title='Universal.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-6002515758417917028</id><published>2011-11-26T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:07:57.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Shall Forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;And I remember it  all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I remember what shirts you  wore, I remember the first text you  sent to me. I remember your  laughter, your smell, I remember the exact  day of our first kiss. I  remember every feeling I felt, I remember all  the hopes I had, I  remember everything I gave up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I remember how my  life changed, I  remember the things you said, I remember the first time  you whispered  those three words. I remember your shy smile, the way  you played with my  hair, the way you held me so tight I couldn’t  breathe but I loved it  more than anything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I remember our first  kiss, I remember the way  your face looked so close to mine, I remember  the way my fingers fit so  perfectly into yours. I remember everything  about you; your perfect hair  and your gorgeous face and the way you  could never do anything wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;But I also remember the last day, the  last kiss, the last text. I  remember all the tears I cried, I remember  feeling worthless, I remember  waiting by my phone for a text that never  came. I remember the lack of  explanation, I remember being shoved away  like I never meant anything to  you at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I remember feeling used and  broken and like nobody  understood, especially not you. I remember  wondering how you could know  everything about me, how I could give you  every single piece of me and  still not be enough for you. I remember  each thing that made me smile,  and each thing that made me cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I  remember thinking about you, dreaming  about you, and wishing for you. I  remember believing with all my heart  that it would happen, expecting  forever, and having my forever cut  short. I remember drifting away from  you, and drifting back to this  relationship we like to call a  friendship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;But you and me, we can never  be friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;There’s always  been something more in the way we look at  each other, and you know it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;So here I am, looking at you, feeling all  the emotions I’ve always felt  when I look at you. I know we can never  have back what we had before,  but maybe we can start something new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I  love you. No, I &lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I still remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Tell  me you remember, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-6002515758417917028?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6002515758417917028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-shall-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6002515758417917028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6002515758417917028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-shall-forget.html' title='We Shall Forget.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8591434103706542688</id><published>2011-11-26T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:58:07.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Kryptonite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is always that one person who  just explodes into your life unexpectedly and makes you wonder how you  had ever survived life without them. You continue on loving them  unconditionally through the good, the bad and the worse. and in the end,  whether you grow together or grow apart, you both realise that no  matter what, you have become each other's kryptonite. I have three of  these people in my life and all I can say is that one day this all will  have been worth it, even if it is in another life.&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-8591434103706542688?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/8591434103706542688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/kryptonite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8591434103706542688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8591434103706542688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8704708275173458672</id><published>2011-11-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:57:28.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Choose Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In life, we always have choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even in the face of the greatest difficulties, we make a choice to be &lt;u&gt;a victim or a creator&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The victim&lt;/strong&gt; asks: &lt;em&gt;Why me?&lt;/em&gt;  She spends her   time crying, complaining, and feeling sorry for  herself.  She assigns   blame as much as possible.  She blames, God,  luck, fate, the people   around her.  She falls into a weeping mess and  refuses to move forward.    She wallows in her losses &amp;amp; defeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The victim&lt;/strong&gt; chooses &lt;strong&gt;darkness&lt;/strong&gt; over light.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;suffering&lt;/strong&gt; over hope.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;weakness&lt;/strong&gt; over strength.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt; over beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The creator&lt;/strong&gt; says: &lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;  She cries when   she needs to cry and then she picks herself up.  She  takes her pain  and  she transforms it into light, love, &amp;amp; wisdom.   She thanks God,   luck, fate, and the people around her for allowing her  to shine.  She   keeps her head up &amp;amp; always moves forward.  She  learns from her   mistakes &amp;amp; becomes greater for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The creator&lt;/strong&gt; chooses &lt;strong&gt;light&lt;/strong&gt; over darkness.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; over suffering.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; over weakness.  She chooses &lt;strong&gt;beauty&lt;/strong&gt; over fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today I am making the choice to be a creator.  What about you?&lt;/span&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/2820305228583472713-8704708275173458672?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/8704708275173458672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/choose-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8704708275173458672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/8704708275173458672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/choose-life.html' title='Choose Life.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-3864251574584233358</id><published>2011-11-26T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:55:40.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Pricetag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQ1kMxzBMs/TtDvi-Z7WmI/AAAAAAAACQA/XgNAFoNWrGo/s1600/tumblr_lu04rfvsqW1qevifno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQ1kMxzBMs/TtDvi-Z7WmI/AAAAAAAACQA/XgNAFoNWrGo/s320/tumblr_lu04rfvsqW1qevifno1_500.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Every person has a price.&lt;br /&gt;We are all controllable, disposable, replaceable, forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;I once thought this to be inconceivable, but it's now sadly believable.&lt;br /&gt;And for the insatiable boy with no heart who made this achievable...&lt;br /&gt;He shot himself in his foot, and put one in her head, one in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Only when they were together were they unbreakable, indestructible, untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end it's impossible to lose something you never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-3864251574584233358?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/3864251574584233358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/pricetag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3864251574584233358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/3864251574584233358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/pricetag.html' title='Pricetag.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQ1kMxzBMs/TtDvi-Z7WmI/AAAAAAAACQA/XgNAFoNWrGo/s72-c/tumblr_lu04rfvsqW1qevifno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-6859607360319717009</id><published>2011-11-24T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:32:36.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck'/><title type='text'>Two Words. Seven Letters. One Lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ClHJ6x9v8PY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-6859607360319717009?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6859607360319717009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-words-seven-leters-one-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6859607360319717009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6859607360319717009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-words-seven-leters-one-lifetime.html' title='Two Words. Seven Letters. One Lifetime.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ClHJ6x9v8PY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-9020325367684583972</id><published>2011-11-23T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:51:23.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Videotape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe in love, lust, sex and romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want everything to add up to the perfect equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want mess and chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want somebody to go crazy, out of his mind for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to feel passion and heat, and madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to do things without question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Protect me and destroy me. I want it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to fuck your soul.&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/2820305228583472713-9020325367684583972?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/9020325367684583972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/videotape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9020325367684583972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/9020325367684583972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/videotape.html' title='Videotape.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-464758261568375311</id><published>2011-11-22T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:51:28.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>Timeline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is standing in a crossroads, amidst the two paths in her  life. She realises she is stuck between both worlds, as an outcast.  Never fitting one or the other. Her body belongs to one path, her spirit  to the other. She realises she will never really know which path is  right for her. Her heart only tells her one thing; her spirit will last  much longer than her body ever could.&lt;/i&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/2820305228583472713-464758261568375311?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/464758261568375311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/464758261568375311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/464758261568375311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/timeline.html' title='Timeline.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-6705980462852586436</id><published>2011-11-21T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:11:25.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V C Andrews'/><title type='text'>C'est Moi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjNyx4h_Fw/TsoHhIYd_xI/AAAAAAAACP4/KhgmeHr7czI/s1600/tumblr_l9ouz24tu01qaeb8po1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjNyx4h_Fw/TsoHhIYd_xI/AAAAAAAACP4/KhgmeHr7czI/s320/tumblr_l9ouz24tu01qaeb8po1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I read this for the first time just the other day and I got chills down my spine. This is me, in literary form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;You  are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. you  carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone  who loves you. A great many will love you for your beautiful face, for  your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe  they all fail you first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;You are an idealist of the worst kind - the romantic idealist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Born to destroy and self destruct.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt; V. C. Andrews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820305228583472713-6705980462852586436?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6705980462852586436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/cest-moi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6705980462852586436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6705980462852586436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/cest-moi.html' title='C&apos;est Moi.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjNyx4h_Fw/TsoHhIYd_xI/AAAAAAAACP4/KhgmeHr7czI/s72-c/tumblr_l9ouz24tu01qaeb8po1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-6098808360064308161</id><published>2011-11-18T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:51:49.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Rachel'/><title type='text'>White Flag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is my goodbye to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in tatters and my soul is waving that white flag. The  world could be burning down but I am too tired to notice. I don't see  colour anymore, the world is in shades of grey. I don’t hear the birds  sing, I don't feel the butterflies and I miss these, more than you could  ever imagine. We were a formidable team but I am nothing now, but it is  better than being two broken people clinging to the familiarity of each  other. I now know that there is nothing left inside of me, I am but an  empty shell resembling a fragile young girl. I don't blame you for my  emptiness, it is the result of many years and many people but you have  left me here, in the darkness with nothing but fading memories and  shattered hope. I hope that you find everything that you are looking  for. I can only keep wishing you that.&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/2820305228583472713-6098808360064308161?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/6098808360064308161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6098808360064308161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/6098808360064308161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-flag.html' title='White Flag.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-2519081083728720769</id><published>2011-11-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:12:03.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Musings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just want to go home, but I'm not even sure where that is.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I want what I cannot have. My faith lies with the imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;I push away what's good for me, in favour of grasping the intangible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the very thing which I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; I'm in love with this character I conjured; not with an existing being.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm clinging to fabricated memories. My life is one big lie.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot lose what you never had.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels real anymore. And life is slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all so desperately pursue temporary happiness?&lt;br /&gt;The euphoric highs and the self-deprecating lows.&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in a haze of mistakes and regrets, whisky and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here - not in this city, not in this world nor this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is empty, my spirit is broken and my soul yearns to be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm starting a new chapter, leaving behind the negativity and all of  those toxic people who drove me into the ground and ended up turning me  into somebody who I am ashamed to have been. There is always time to  change though, I believe in redemption and in the power of love. This is  my new beginning, best made with my dear old friends who came and never  left my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I learned that, quite simply, people  should say what they mean and mean  what they say... everything else can  be solved with a dance battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If  you don't like the  way somebody is, nobody is forcing you to keep them  in your life.  Complaining only brings unwanted negative energy. Accept that there are  some things and some people that you cannot  change, no matter how hard  you try. So just leave it - it is their own  problem now, not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember  that everybody you meet has a future and a past. Everybody is  fighting  their own battles. There will always be somebody worse off than  you,  but everybody has to feel sorry for themselves every so often. Let your  friends go through this, but be  there when they're ready to live again.  And once you regain your strength, you'll come to understand the lesson  that was entwined into even your darkest of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Embrace  change, take a chance, gain new perspective, never lose your sense of  humour and laughter really is the best medicine. Everybody dies, but not  everybody lives. It's your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And lastly, the  hardest thing you'll ever have to do is say goodbye to people,  especially those that you love. Some are taken too soon from us and  other people will leave by their own choice, hurting us in the process.  People will always come into your life and every single person  contributes to the person that you are. It's sad when friendships and  relationships come to an end but appreciate the happiness that they  brought you, be thankful for the opportunity you had to love and be  loved, and remember that some things will end so that even better ones  can begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cherish the moments that made your heart sing. And draw strength and knowledge from the times of hardship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All you need to believe is that life is too short to be anything but beautiful and happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never let the sun set on an argument &lt;b&gt;and believe in yourself. &lt;/b&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/2820305228583472713-2519081083728720769?l=roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/feeds/2519081083728720769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2519081083728720769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820305228583472713/posts/default/2519081083728720769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtoserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/11/musings.html' title='Musings.'/><author><name>Love Rachel v2.0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00073107793879381085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhKJcVNIVMg/Tt_GlNONHUI/AAAAAAAACRA/RoVOagiOgTg/s220/tumblr_luam3ujw1Z1r5fbkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820305228583472713.post-8875051291860519413</id><published>2011-11-15T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:45:08.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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