<?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-3029758347572272587</id><updated>2011-09-01T06:01:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Corner in the Big Circle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-6186156001745108879</id><published>2010-12-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:37:45.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you realize.. just how.. RIDICULOUS that is???  I mean, the IRONY of it all.. oh blast!  My Mr. Cakes.. my very own.. let me tell you about him.  He is probably 5'11 - this is truly a guess, but he does tower above me in my meager 5'3.75 hight lol yes, .75- i'll take what i can get.. which seems to be my age old cry, though i've recently sworn it away in the last two years.. but i digress........ his eyes: for one must start with the soul: his eyes are a Cerulean blue, and when he is intense they are a Cobalt- often I read of the pool one could swim in when one looks into some human angels eyes.. and so it would seem for him, he's by no means an angel, unless you intend to realize that he has guided me through a dark time with God's graces, and that he continually shows me comfort in the most wonderful of ways.  His pools drink in an intense determination, thoughtfulness, defiance: i don't like his defiance- i don't quite know what to do with it but laugh in it's face because arrogance, pride and selfishness do not make ANY sense except for stupidity.. and if not that, then child like simplicity is what it is, lack of knowledge to allow simple instruction in to get you to your goal... but no, that is too simple, it is too.. cheerful, positive, safe.. it's so funny how he is so stubborn at times, how he laments the fact that his luck is purely well, practically non-existent.  The funny thing about luck is: you have to be open to it, you have to LET it happen to you.  You block it otherwise and swear you have none- well who's going to even see the luck in life delt to them when they are looking at the empty pot of gold all of time? At least you have a pot to piss in... ah ha! i just laughed out loud! it's really quite a funny analogy... again i digress... make soup in that empty pot.. catch rain in it so you can have a nice drink of water.. options i tell you, there is a plethora of lucky options.  But I digress.. he is thoughtful in the most gentleman like of ways :) sigh :)... he opens my door, makes sure I am warm, pulls out my seat, always makes sure I am comfortable, finds me at a party to touch base &amp;amp; enjoy my company, includes me in his boy nights: as in he calls me when he is out with them... but when i have a girls night he's quite insistent that i have one, and never calls to bother me-  though it wouldn't even cross my mind as bothering me... actually he let's me come out on guy night , or at least has twice that i can think of, and it doesn't even phase him.. he needs me, and thats what is most important in my heart, to be needed: he's never said it, though it would be nice to hear, he really doesn't have to, his actions far outspeak any words i've heard by far. Actions speak louder than words.Though words are nice to hear once in a while.  But see, he does that too.. he says, " Baby, you are wonderful.  You are beautiful.  You are darling.  You can do it, you should do it, do it... " and so on... he is thoughtful.  But i think that it is his determination that i really admire... so full of life and enthusiasm and dreams... but he doesn't just dream, he makes things happen, he's a go getter, a fire starter, a future comet in his own time, that someday will have another gazing up at him and wishing apon his bright tail light of achievements. to be cont'd &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&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/3029758347572272587-6186156001745108879?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6186156001745108879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=6186156001745108879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/6186156001745108879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/6186156001745108879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-cant-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too.html' title='**You Can&apos;t Have Your Cake and Eat It Too**'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-2147116293460967726</id><published>2010-12-04T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:48:13.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sometimes*&lt;div&gt;I want to say something on here but then feel like i can't because it has to be perfect before i post it, and so then it gets put off for so long and just gets forgotten about.  Well, I'm breaking that little unspoken rule.. it's a silly one anyways, just like so many of my silly unspoken rules.. like all the ones that i hold in my head about guys .. i was completely proven wrong last summer.. which brings me to my present blogging subject... : Mr. "Cakes" we shall call him... let us start here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-2147116293460967726?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2147116293460967726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=2147116293460967726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2147116293460967726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2147116293460967726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-want-to-say-something-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-2666429812045279074</id><published>2009-12-17T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:19:11.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Asked Me- Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="GBThreadMessageRow_Image_Link" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547535135"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547535135"&gt;Amanda LaMothe&lt;/a&gt; December 16 at 11:19pm&lt;br /&gt;** i know that i've said that i wont contact you any further, and i wont, but it occured to me that you don't know me anymore, and i feel the need to tell you who i am.. it is not to say that what you have shared with me is not hard, but to let you know that i really am good, and accept and am happy that you've found what you need or genuinely will be after some time, but am to the best of my abilities at present, for your decision,&lt;br /&gt;and so..&lt;br /&gt;     and they asked me- who are you? and i said: i've had enough heart ache to last 2 lifetimes and still have room for more-i've loved longer harder and hoped more than any person i've known-i wish the best of everyone even if i cant stand you because it's not for me to judge and i would beg the same in return...i don't know, what do you want to knw -what is your goal? they asked: to which i replied: my goal is to make those around me happy, and work by their side and to live simply but with a lot of love and fun and adventure and creativityi want everyone to feel like they can't squeeze another ounce of love from meand i want to polish my tallents i want to provide for my parents in their old age and comfort themand have them want for nothing i want my 9 siblings to be successful and have lots of babies and big families and to work together to promote success for all of us :)... ... and i want each one of them to feel loved and inspired beyond anything they've dreamed.. and i want them to realize God is real, and He does want the best for us, and we are NOT to waste our talents.. i want to help anyone and everyone realize their dreams, and most of all realize themselves, and above all, work side by side to help them no matter what the cost.. and then they said: wow after reading all of that how has a guy not swept u off ur feet, and put a ring on that finger? ... to which i replied umm.. well i'm human and have my faults as well soothere you go -i can be selfish and stubborn and prideful, those are all the worst vices i'd rather be fat and i 've almost got that wish lolok well not too too bad lol.. i've just to find the one who will give me a chance to share all of this with them, forgive me my human frailties, and help me work through them.. and when they do, i promise they will not be disappointed.. i'm just waiting to be needed i guess...i'm single i date off and on but nothing ever sticks..thats ok, God will let me know when its my time to have an awesome family, and when He does, I'm ready for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-2666429812045279074?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2666429812045279074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=2666429812045279074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2666429812045279074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2666429812045279074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-they-asked-me-who-are-you.html' title='And They Asked Me- Who are you?'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-5902952631632937353</id><published>2009-10-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:15:02.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop Taking The Pills!!!"... con't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Even in our sleep, pain which we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aeschylus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-5902952631632937353?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5902952631632937353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=5902952631632937353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/5902952631632937353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/5902952631632937353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-taking-pills-cont.html' title='&quot;Stop Taking The Pills!!!&quot;... con&apos;t...'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-2485539043314581284</id><published>2009-09-28T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:32:07.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Poppet</title><content type='html'>i've lost.&lt;br /&gt;i've started at square one with the hurt&lt;br /&gt;the pain, the tears, stress, anger, grief, disbelief, why did i let you in! i HATE you. i HATE ALL OF YOU!!! I HHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE. WHAT IS THE POINT OF ME BEING CUTE? OR LOVING? OR CHARITABLE??? WHY WHY WHY CAN'T THERE BE ONE FOR ME?? I HURT. I'M CRYING. no. i'm sobbing. every night. i don't want your stupid pathetic pitty. i don't want your consulation. because i'm goint through exactly what i went through a year ago. im disappearing and there's nothing you can do about it. i just want my him. i don't care what any of you think. we were happy. and this time it was my fault. and n ow.. now.. sob..  he.. sob.. he's gone! AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY!!! WE HAD TWO HAPPY DAYS... AND THEN HE'S GONE!!!  i love deeply.. and i hate it... i feel like a weak newborn, naked, unable to move... but aren't i a darling marionette.. smiles, conversation, normality..occassional moodiness... but really... i'm seething with hot welled up tears and anger......... i just want someone to take over and tell me where to go and what to do..... DON'T .. don't: i know, you want to say get the f over it already, ... well why don't you just go shove your semi normal life up your ass and appreciate your own little corner... can't someone just punch me in the face, beat me up, something to make me feel alive an thankful because it could be worse... but at this point in my life, what is worse than living the EXACT year of heartbreak and feelings all over again.. for ANOTHER YEAR... noooooooooooooooooooooooooo NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-2485539043314581284?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2485539043314581284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=2485539043314581284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2485539043314581284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/2485539043314581284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-poppet.html' title='Pretty Poppet'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-7049002606365587744</id><published>2009-06-23T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:07:02.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Girl, Don't cry.... Trust the voice within</title><content type='html'>Young girl, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream &lt;br /&gt;Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;No one ever wants or bothers to explain&lt;br /&gt;Of the heartache life can bring and what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, don't hide&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change if you just run away&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, just hold tight&lt;br /&gt;And soon you're gonna see your brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid&lt;br /&gt;No one reaches out a hand for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost outside look inside to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey &lt;br /&gt;It can take you anywhere you choose to go&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're learning&lt;br /&gt;You'll find all you'll ever need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go forsaking yourself&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-7049002606365587744?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7049002606365587744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=7049002606365587744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/7049002606365587744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/7049002606365587744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-girl-dont-cry-trust-voice-within.html' title='Young Girl, Don&apos;t cry.... Trust the voice within'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-1211836215445885083</id><published>2009-06-22T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:34:49.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>Bring back the day i met you at church             November&lt;br /&gt;When I thought was the start&lt;br /&gt;To the end of my search...&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day we stood in the cold          November&lt;br /&gt;I was wrapped in your coat&lt;br /&gt;Hidden secrets were told&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day of the 1st kiss we shared      December '02&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a rose&lt;br /&gt;To show you cared&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day you looked in my eyes       January '03&lt;br /&gt;And said first " I love you " -&lt;br /&gt;To my delight and surprise&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day when we sat by the fence      May&lt;br /&gt;I whispered " I love you "&lt;br /&gt;And my whole world made sense...&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day I knew you were mine        June&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a promise&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it did shine!&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day, when on bended knee,   December 9, '07&lt;br /&gt;You opened your heart&lt;br /&gt;To share forever with me.&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back the day I said, all will be right  April 30, '08&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home in 6 weeks-&lt;br /&gt;And you boarded your flight.&lt;br /&gt;*Bring back a day- Any One! And I swear    May 19, '09&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you many bring backs&lt;br /&gt;To relive every year!............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-1211836215445885083?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1211836215445885083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=1211836215445885083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/1211836215445885083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/1211836215445885083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-5355709218201836279</id><published>2009-05-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:41:39.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySecretFriend*CHUBB*/ or STOP TAKING THE PILLS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;oh my gosh i swear i'm going to lose it one of these days-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;have you ever actually experienced or tried to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;what it is ACTUALLY LIKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;to be INSANELY calm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and under self control.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;just pretend like you have to do that and then do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's like when you're enfuriated and your heart is pounding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;blood boiling, and head throbbing- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you take all of that plus the silent screaming and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;put it into a box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;which goes into another box-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and so on a hundred times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And every time you want to let it out and give way to your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;melt down if you will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you continue to put it in yet another box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And because YOU know it's there, even if it is hidden away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;underneath a calm of thousands of boxed up feelings.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;... it still leaks out.. and still hurts.. and can still destroy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;at any minute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Even when you know it's wrong to give in - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but even THAT knowledge will NEVER take those feelings away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;..so it eats away like cancer.. Hidden in your little body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ever so quietly under the pain of a happy smile and loving Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;just trying to show that you're normal and fine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Like everyone wants you to be.. like you want you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I think i'm doing pretty damn good though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Considering how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-5355709218201836279?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5355709218201836279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=5355709218201836279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/5355709218201836279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/5355709218201836279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/mysecretfriendchubb.html' title='MySecretFriend*CHUBB*/ or STOP TAKING THE PILLS!!!'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-8624378337471882188</id><published>2008-12-12T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:59:00.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Italian Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;'m fine- she says, as she wipes a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she says, though no one may care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she thinks as she loses her lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she thinks as she stomachs a punch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she sighs as another day dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she sighs as she tries and tries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine! she screams too sad to be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M FINE she screams to no one, out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she breaths, in and then out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- she breaths, ignoring her doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm fine- i am.. or at least i'll be soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as my heart gives way for some room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;to embrace all those who know i'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i'm fine- i know, it just takes some time.........&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/3029758347572272587-8624378337471882188?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8624378337471882188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=8624378337471882188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/8624378337471882188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/8624378337471882188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/italian-job.html' title='The Italian Job'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-107561907335744817</id><published>2008-12-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:50:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every 3 am-6 months and counting............................... Current mood: numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deepest canyons. darkest night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joy unheard of, not in site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought i heard a child's delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- no more strength to stay and fight-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought i held  them in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dreams they come from ancient lands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the left one feels a phantom ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what does it mean to dance and sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to scurge herself would be too kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another path is hers to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her soul it bears another death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a silent scream upon her breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;though standing in a public eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they just condemn a pleading cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mercy! it would seem too nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to wrap me in your folds of ice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a thousand heart dealt cuts would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than feel another moment for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that moment just before the cry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certain relief, sure to come by-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never reaches out to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a soul who's all but lost to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it seems as though such things would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a heaven to such misery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-107561907335744817?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107561907335744817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=107561907335744817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/107561907335744817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/107561907335744817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-3-am-6-months-and-counting.html' title='Every 3 am-6 months and counting............................... Current mood: numb'/><author><name>MandyKins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183762213295721227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wCo9G2KvPU/STEH_Ww0UpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1203-5zp0pI/S220/Picture+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029758347572272587.post-9191684428857289763</id><published>2008-11-29T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:18:45.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a recurring dream.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm in a field, i'm all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the emty space has set the tone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;and high above: the midnight sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Gives courage for my soul to fly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The gentle breeze- it soothes my fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;and takes away my streaming tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars above- they shine upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl whose hopes are all but gone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I spread my arms and spin arond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;and all at once i've left the ground!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;i've left my ache, my thoughts of past-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish this care free dream would last!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;...But all at once, i stumble down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;my diziness knocks off my crown..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;And once again, i am but me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;sunk to the earth- in misery...........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029758347572272587-9191684428857289763?l=mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandykins-littlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9191684428857289763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029758347572272587&amp;postID=9191684428857289763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/9191684428857289763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029758347572272587/posts/default/9191684428857289763'/><link rel='alternate' 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