<?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-15051910</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:55:09.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E X P R E S S I O N S</title><subtitle type='html'>my place to breathe and letting all hell break loose</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051910.post-112354626394091911</id><published>2005-08-09T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:11:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF i COULD LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/coollogo_com_213721521.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/coollogo_com_213721521.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could live my life again, I'd laugh at my misfortunes more and other people's predicaments less. Spend more time counting my blessings, less time scrutinizing my blemishes. If I could live my life again, I'd walk in the rain more without an umbrella and listen less to weather reports. I'd spend much more time outdoors in small towns and much less time in tall buildings and big cities. I'd eat more of everything healthy and delicious, less of everything each meal, saving enough on the bill to feed a starving child. If I could live my life again, I'd get more beach sand between my toes and less friction between myself and others. I'd take more long baths and fewer showers (I can't explain why I've always been in such a hurry to spend my time). I'd spend more time with old people and animals, less time with strangers at clubs and parties. I'd visit libraries, bookstores, and computer networks more and malls and movie theatres less. I'd give my spouse and child more tender touches and much less advice.If I could live my life again, I'd spend more time fully involved in the present moment, less time remembering and anticipating. I'd be more aware of my core values and life mission, and less concerned with the reasons why I might not measure up. I'd smile more, frown less. I'd express my feelings more, try less to impress my friends and neighbours. I'd forgive and ask forgiveness more, and curse my adversaries less - but most of all I'd be more spontaneous and active, less hesitant and subdued.&lt;br /&gt;this is...IF I COULD EVER LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051910-112354626394091911?l=shemac21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/112354626394091911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051910&amp;postID=112354626394091911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112354626394091911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112354626394091911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-i-could-live-my-life-again.html' title='IF i COULD LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN!'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051910.post-112311721635681919</id><published>2005-08-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:27:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the moms out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/sheila%20and%20charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/sheila%20and%20charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelaboroflove.com/prose/poems/whoelse.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Else, But A Mother?&lt;br /&gt;by: Linda Ellis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who first loves and nurtures us&lt;br /&gt;and takes care of every need,&lt;br /&gt;as she accepts into her life&lt;br /&gt;someone new to bathe and feed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who brags about accomplishments;&lt;br /&gt;first teeth...first sounds...first smile&lt;br /&gt;and makes every little thing that's done&lt;br /&gt;seem important and worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's been known to, after dark&lt;br /&gt;enter a room and slowly creep&lt;br /&gt;to bend and kiss the forehead&lt;br /&gt;of a child fast asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who holds a hand while crossing&lt;br /&gt;as she thoughtfully conveys&lt;br /&gt;a reminder to her child&lt;br /&gt;that he should always "look both ways?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wipes peanut butter off a cheek&lt;br /&gt;and crayon off the wall&lt;br /&gt;and knots an untied shoelace&lt;br /&gt;to avoid a likely fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who watches the swift passing&lt;br /&gt;of childhood years that she will mourn,&lt;br /&gt;and remembers every small detail&lt;br /&gt;about the day that child was born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who works the longest hours&lt;br /&gt;without a vacation...or a check,&lt;br /&gt;but accepts her payment in the form&lt;br /&gt;of a hug around her neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who never stops believing&lt;br /&gt;even when others are in doubt&lt;br /&gt;and defends the fact her child was "safe"&lt;br /&gt;when the umpire calls him out!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who senses things just aren't right&lt;br /&gt;and with the palm of her hand decrees&lt;br /&gt;by placing it on her child's brow...&lt;br /&gt;the fever's 101 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shares life's disappointments&lt;br /&gt;and feels the pain of all the bruises&lt;br /&gt;and delights in her child's winnings,&lt;br /&gt;but offers solace when he loses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who realizes as the years pass by...&lt;br /&gt;the further her child will roam&lt;br /&gt;and who stays up late with worry&lt;br /&gt;when that child isn't home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tries to shield and protect&lt;br /&gt;by showing courage...staying strong;&lt;br /&gt;trying to set a good example&lt;br /&gt;while her heart is breaking all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who acts as a private tutor&lt;br /&gt;as the years fall in succession&lt;br /&gt;by taking each opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to teach life's every lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who listens with her heart&lt;br /&gt;even when her child is grown&lt;br /&gt;and understands the feelings&lt;br /&gt;that she once herself, had known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who saved old cards and letters&lt;br /&gt;and kept pictures on the shelves&lt;br /&gt;and offered unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;so we could learn to love, ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem describes one person;&lt;br /&gt;a woman unlike any other,&lt;br /&gt;for who could possess that level of love...&lt;br /&gt;Who Else, But A Mother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051910-112311721635681919?l=shemac21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/112311721635681919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051910&amp;postID=112311721635681919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112311721635681919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112311721635681919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-all-moms-out-there.html' title='For all the moms out there...'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051910.post-112302757115382984</id><published>2005-08-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:06:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let us sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/suit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/suit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nelly&lt;br /&gt;Album: Suit&lt;br /&gt;Song: My Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pride myself on being the other man But now it's flipped and I don't want u with no other man Why can't u understand anything I'm offering I gave you the world but you just wanted arguing From the time I picked you up, until the time I dropped u off again Even flipped out on me at the mall again "it's all his fault again" that's what u telling all ya friends I aint pointing fingers ma, I just wanna call again See how ya day going I know they stressin on ya I know them times get hard that's why I'm checkin on ya It's yours truly ma, I got a little message for ya Anything he can do, girl I can do it better for ya, cause&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh or we cry it's together Through the rain and the stormiest weather We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Won't you come on and go with me Come on ova to my place Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat And let me ease ya mind girl We gon do it our way&lt;br /&gt;I heard your friend told a friend that told a friend of mine That you was thinking that we should do it one more time If this aint the truth then hopefully it's not a lie Cause I aint got no issue's with hitting at another time We never had a problem gettin it done Disagreed upon a lot ma but the sex wasn't one Now check it I know u get excited (still) when I come round and bite it (girl)Quit frowin up and quit actin like you don't like I like it, I like it, I really, really like it, I want it, adore it, so come let me enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]When we laugh or we cry it's together Through the rain and the stormiest weather We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Won't you come on and go with me Come on ova to my place Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat And let me ease ya mind girl We gon do it our way Shawty where u been Feels like a long time, long, long time since I seen ya Yes it has girl, when I know I said some fucked up things to u before But girl u know I didn't mean it (I didn't mean one single word) (I never meant one single word) If I could take back every word I would and more fo sho If I thought that you believe it Cause you make my life so convenient for me[Bridge]When we laugh or we cry it's together Through the rain and the stormiest weather We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Won't you come on and go with me Come on ova to my place Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat And let me ease ya mind girl We gon do it our way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051910-112302757115382984?l=shemac21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/112302757115382984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051910&amp;postID=112302757115382984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112302757115382984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112302757115382984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-us-sing.html' title='let us sing!'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051910.post-112302309139553265</id><published>2005-08-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T07:00:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/DSC08230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/DSC08230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training supposed to have started 3am but Jerome the trainer wasn't around so all we did was surf the web and did nonsense stuff because we had no choice but to stay in the office and finish a whole days shift since of course we get paid for that. (which is the sad part of it)&lt;br /&gt;LJ and Emerson are busy answering the trivia questions Mike sent&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are surfing the web and&lt;br /&gt;Charles is just alone staring at his computer, probably watching the oil sex video and could be playing with himself at the same time...har har har!&lt;br /&gt;We were actually told that there's going to be somebody who will takeover while Jerome's not around but nobody came. so, we all REJOICED!! But on the other hand it wasn't really that good since we are already three days behind with our lessons about the undying AT&amp;amp;T account.&lt;br /&gt;None of us dared to call the training department to inform them that we didn't have a trainer. It's past 6am and we just finished our first break. For the next couple of hours we'll probably find ourselves counting the strands of our hair because of boredome inside the training room. (sigh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051910-112302309139553265?l=shemac21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/112302309139553265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051910&amp;postID=112302309139553265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112302309139553265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112302309139553265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/2005/08/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051910.post-112301543175492465</id><published>2005-08-03T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:58:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/1600/faraway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5011/1381/320/faraway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;it's hard being so far away from you&lt;br /&gt;but just knowing we'll be together soon&lt;br /&gt;if only for a little while&lt;br /&gt;helps make the distance seem somehow less&lt;br /&gt;and reminds us that it won't always be like this&lt;br /&gt;One day, we'll be holding each other close&lt;br /&gt;and know that it's not just a dream or a visit that always ends too soon&lt;br /&gt;Until that day comes..I'll be counting the days that we're together again&lt;br /&gt;Then, we will cherish the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;and it will be as though we were never apart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asus....malungkot lang ba ako?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051910-112301543175492465?l=shemac21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/feeds/112301543175492465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051910&amp;postID=112301543175492465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112301543175492465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051910/posts/default/112301543175492465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemac21.blogspot.com/2005/08/far-away.html' title='far away'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987885909720276402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
