<?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-27829212</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:03:52.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping my sanity intact</title><subtitle type='html'>my mind's treasure box</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-116138555568549311</id><published>2006-10-20T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:06:38.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ephram, Character in EVERWOOD, 1st season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-116138555568549311?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/116138555568549311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/116138555568549311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-116001444688403685</id><published>2006-10-04T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:14:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Be by Gavin Degraw</title><content type='html'>I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one&lt;br /&gt;Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;am I the only one to notice&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please&lt;br /&gt;if you're not like this and that&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from the mountains&lt;br /&gt;the crust of creation&lt;br /&gt;My whole situation made from clay to stone&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA BE...&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA BE...&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA BE.... &lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA BE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-116001444688403685?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/116001444688403685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/116001444688403685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-wanna-be-by-gavin-degraw.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Be by Gavin Degraw'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115463434856010060</id><published>2006-08-03T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:21:27.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.cink{font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='lyrics' style='width:320;text-align:center;background-color:3E2E0F;font:normal 10px tahoma;color:a9a9a9;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocure.com/music-video-code/b/fe32dc39cd639ffa59638f3bcbaa9d49.html' target='_blank' class='cink'&gt;Everytime Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.elyrics.net/song/b/britney-spears-lyrics.html' target='_blank' class='cink'&gt;Britney Spears &lt;em&gt;lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;EMBED name='MediaPlayer' type='application/x-mplayer2' autostart='1' loop='false' style='filter:invert' displaysize='4' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/' ShowTracker='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' width='320' height='280' EnableContextMenu='0' src='http://www.videocure.com/music-video-code/b/fe32dc39cd639ffa59638f3bcbaa9d49.asx'&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;div id='vidcure' style='width:320;text-align:center;background-color:3E2E0F'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocure.com/music-videos/b/cb20d44028174811095189aca26aa7ee.html' target='_blank' class='cink'&gt;Britney Spears Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id='vidcure1' style='width:320;text-align:center;'&gt;&lt;font style='font-size:13px;font-family:Tahoma;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocure.com' target='_blank'&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; by VideoCure.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Notice me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Why are we Strangers when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Our love is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Why carry on without me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Everytime I try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;That you are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;It's the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You seem to move on easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime I try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I feel so smallI guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I may have made it rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;My weakness caused you pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And this song's my sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;At night I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;That soon your face will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime I try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I fall without my wingsI feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-115463434856010060?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115463434856010060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115463434856010060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-time.html' title='Every Time'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115349325699233289</id><published>2006-07-21T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:47:36.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-115349325699233289?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349325699233289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349325699233289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-should-learn-french-cest-super-you.html' title=''/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115349313976456357</id><published>2006-07-21T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:45:39.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toki Masachika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-115349313976456357?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349313976456357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349313976456357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-japanese-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115349298298368071</id><published>2006-07-21T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:43:02.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-115349298298368071?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349298298368071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115349298298368071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-20-evil-you-are-good.html' title=''/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115344754991494347</id><published>2006-07-20T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:22:02.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;     When I got married, I was stripped off of nearly everything -- work, friends, family, pride, confidence, freedom, life. Nearly everything. Nobody yells at me then, not my mom or my dad even. Maybe my brother occasionally does during a petty sibling fight, but he won't get away with it. Not that I consider myself as dominant, but I wanted to be treated as equal, as a person, not just a woman in a feudal setup, to be treated with respect. I wasn't treated with mere uncomfortable silence, coz everyone knows am a listener. I may be a debater by nature, but am a person who have but a few words to say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;     I was never treated with uncanny idiocy, I may be wrong sometimes, but my opinions are my opinions, I guess everyone is entitled to it, and opionions shouldn't be deemed wrong. One person can not and should not take away any man's or woman's opinion for that matter, to be wrong.  I am not competing, I am just voicing what's on my mind.  Nobody should be treated like they are ignorant, for in one way or another that person can know things that no body else knows of.  Nobody should treat themselves as if they are the most intelligent person there is, for there are a lot of things in the world they might have not heard of, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-115344754991494347?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115344754991494347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115344754991494347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-thought-on-road.html' title='Just a thought on the road'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-115055843968708092</id><published>2006-06-17T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:35:08.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;26 years. I never thought I'd live to be 26 years of age. Not that I have a life-sentencing disease. It's just that when I was younger, I thought 25 years is way too old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yeah, 26 years, my first birthday away from my family, away from home. Home where I grew up to be the independent, strong-willed woman that I am now. Home where things were learned, where I and my siblings were nurtured. Home where love abounds amidst every situation. I can't remember one birthday when my parents weren't there to greet me and celebrate with me. I can't remember one birthday when I didn't receive a card from my siblings. Usually it's my sister who always takes her time to buy the card and have everyone sign it. True enough, even if I am 8,000 miles away, I still received a card. A card that trully made me home sick. A card that brought here the love that has been with me all through 26 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I look back now, I cannot remember one birthday when I asked for any gift. Infact, I never really wanted any at all. It's the feeling of being loved and secured that made me want nothing else. Oh and maybe, my parents raised us to be simple men and women, unmaterialistic and with the sense of completeness in our lives because of their unending love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really miss home. I wish I could be home for my birthday. And maybe, just maybe, if someone asked me what gift would I want for my birthday, I guess I will really have an answer, a first from me -- I would really love to receive a ticket, a ticket to &lt;strong&gt;HOME&lt;/strong&gt;.&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/27829212-115055843968708092?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115055843968708092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/115055843968708092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-birthdays.html' title='On Birthdays'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-114799696354107319</id><published>2006-05-18T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:05:08.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Having a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have work back home. Not the one that pays much but pays enough to cover everything plus more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have friends who I see everyday at work. The ones who makes life at the office so much fun. People who makes my job easy by making me smile, or laugh even. No, laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have barkadas who I see regulary on a quarterly basis, and sometimes when we just feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a family who I go home to everyday after work and who I hang with during non-working days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a dad who lives with me everyday to give me strength, courage and wisdom as I go through lifes challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a mom with me who wakes me up, prepares my breakfast, packs my lunch and says goodbye to me before I set off for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have brothers who stood up and were strong for me when I feel weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a sister who shares everything with me and I to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a comfy bed with two body pillows that gets me to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a lot of little inexpensive things which makes me happy, which makes me...me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-114799696354107319?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/114799696354107319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/114799696354107319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-having-life.html' title='On Having a Life'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27829212.post-114748843545125596</id><published>2006-05-12T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:47:15.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most it's just an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, it’s nothing but a word sitting between happy and happily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a feeling they have never experienced…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a dream they have hoped to have all their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really is happiness?  How does it feel to be really happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I’m not the right person to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27829212-114748843545125596?l=keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/114748843545125596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27829212/posts/default/114748843545125596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingmysanityintact.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-happiness.html' title='On Happiness'/><author><name>katecent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408059442196014817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i.pbase.com/v3/62/566462/4/44686359.DSC00652.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
