<?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-6469087781769535956</id><updated>2011-09-06T06:45:46.587-07:00</updated><category term='over you'/><category term='music'/><category term='eye opener'/><category term='mend your broken heart'/><category term='still'/><category term='true happiness'/><category term='reality bites'/><category term='survival'/><category term='i miss u'/><title type='text'>a glimpse of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-3152177869846219286</id><published>2009-09-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:48:34.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SroYM2-gV-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGGENy7FtCc/s1600-h/PICT1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SroYM2-gV-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGGENy7FtCc/s320/PICT1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642913670027234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna lose my self,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna lose myself in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your voice&lt;br /&gt;That makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling lasts&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how lonely&lt;br /&gt;My life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've been so alone&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A window breaks down on lumdard street&lt;br /&gt;And a siren rings in the night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all right cuz I have you here with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost see through the dark there is light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how happy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love anyone so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-3152177869846219286?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/3152177869846219286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=3152177869846219286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3152177869846219286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3152177869846219286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-something-in-your-eyes-makes-me.html' title='feels like home'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SroYM2-gV-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGGENy7FtCc/s72-c/PICT1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-7143380763834119571</id><published>2009-09-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:44:26.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye opener'/><title type='text'>politics...politics</title><content type='html'>(I want to share this article written by my boyfriend about the political issues in our nation. I hope this would serve as an eye opener for us Filipinos to vote wisely.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government paid infomercials have fetched huge amount of criticisms from all sectors. It was said that each was being cashed out through funds which were supposedly intended for the Filipino people. The democratic process,particularly the election process in the Philippines is a festive one. One cannot say that just by mere popularity, achievements, possessing a cute smile, or by how many name a candidate can recall during election campaigns so that he or she will be vindicated and be elected to certain government position. But all these years, a candidate who spends much(in monetary form) will definitely assume the position. It is a historical truth. To run and win as a Mayor for example, one must spend in Millions of Pesos and for a Presidential post, it will require billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, other entities have been taking advantage out of this outrageous spectacle and some of which are in the TriMedia. In the race for the 2010 Elections for example, you will notice some numerous infomercials on TV, Radio and Newspapers of possible candidates. This said infomercials are worth not by thousands of Pesos but my Millions and others surprisingly admitted that such spending were paid by our taxes. Sadly, there were no reactions coming from government agencies associated in regulating and/or prohibiting individuals and/or entities regarding this pre-election campaign commercials. Furthermore, I was surprised that such infomercials are still being aired today by Media outlets Ironically, some media giants like GMA Network and ABS-CBN have manifested their desire to ensure a peaceful, fraud-less and orderly Elections come May 2010 through their respective advocacies such as ABS-CBN's Boto mo Ipatrol Mo; AKO ANG SIMULA and GMA's TATAKBO KA BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset that this Media giants are merely confusing the people on how to make a stand to make a better future for the Filipino people. I am not saying that I am against those advocacies that this Media giants are propagating. In fact, it is a remarkable move to create advocacies that will generate knowledge to make the voting public into responsible people. What is only ironic here is that while this media giants are actively encouraging people to become responsible, but they themselves did not act responsibly as they continuously earning millions of pesos from infomercials. Even if there are no laws that prohibit infomercials, they should police themselves and volunteered not to air such Political Ads.&lt;br /&gt;I am just an ordinary Citizen who is still dreaming of a nation that is Pro-God,Pro-People,and Pro-Environment. It is only my motive to this humble view not to make myself popular, but to practice within me the notion, AKO ANG SIMULA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(any comments about this article, please feel free to contact the writer at guy_nextfloor@lycos.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-7143380763834119571?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/7143380763834119571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=7143380763834119571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/7143380763834119571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/7143380763834119571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/09/politicspolitics.html' title='politics...politics'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-8276155275248227352</id><published>2009-08-07T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:38:17.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is  so sad to see people in the position living in cowardice, people who can't stand by what he or she believes and just do nothing. it is just so disappointing knowing that those people are merely puppets controlled by higher authority...indeed dumb for they can't fight for what is right and just allow things to happen even if those things are clearly unjust. They claimed to have done everything but leaders are supposed to protect their subordinates since the motivation of the subordinates depends on how the leader makes sound decisions...decisions that would promote their well being.I wish every leader has a deep relationship and sincere concern with his or her subordinates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-8276155275248227352?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/8276155275248227352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=8276155275248227352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8276155275248227352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8276155275248227352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-so-sad-to-see-people-in-position.html' title=''/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-4032938341819294540</id><published>2009-03-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:13:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ScJSWgDyn0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gx7ALmEcxSk/s1600-h/130305949_e38e2707f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ScJSWgDyn0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gx7ALmEcxSk/s320/130305949_e38e2707f9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314901056767041346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ScJSWxs4bhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/C-NyIXVqgWo/s1600-h/smoothies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ScJSWxs4bhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/C-NyIXVqgWo/s320/smoothies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314901061502791186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold rainy day. I spent the whole day at home sleeping until the honk of a car woke me up. It was Micqui. I stood up and prepared myself. We had dinner at calle cinco while waiting for another friend of mine, Vanessa. We were supposed to meet at the coffee shop however my stomach was craving for food so we dropped by at C5 to ease my aching stomach. After having a good dinner we went to Cups and Lowercase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the information of everybody, coffee shop is a place me and my friends usually hang out. We update our lives and talk about anything over coffee. Cups and Lowercase is a bit different from the usual coffee shop since it has a live acoustic band in it. I like the place so much. The interior design is unique as well. In fact, of all the coffee shops I have been, this one stands out from the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there taking advantage of the cozy ambiance, my friends kept on teasing me because I was glued on my mobile phone. They did not know that a friend of mine was pouring his heartaches out over yahoo messenger.  I was thinking then that it is so rare for a guy to be stuck in a past relationship…I mean it has been almost a year and yet he has not gotten over it…pretty weird. He probably thought I can rescue him from that situation. Thus I gave him my opinion regarding his problem. I told him to move on and go on with his life….the usual words of comfort. It was a busy night for me. I was doing two things at the same time…lol…conversing with my friends while cheering a friend thru text. We did not notice that it was getting late until the band stopped playing. We posed and took pictures for a while and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-4032938341819294540?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/4032938341819294540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=4032938341819294540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4032938341819294540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4032938341819294540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/03/cups.html' title='Cups'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ScJSWgDyn0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gx7ALmEcxSk/s72-c/130305949_e38e2707f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-1224603789745177740</id><published>2009-03-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:36:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>2008 has been the worst year in my entire life. It is pretty ironic since number 8 is known to be a good luck number. But for me it was not. It was a shattering one. In all aspects I was challenged as a person. It was indeed the hardest part…I can not put into words the exact emotion I was feeling then. One thing was absolute…I was facing such a big trial and living with it each day was terribly difficult. Everything was a mess. I was at my weakest. &lt;br /&gt;    People were unaware of what I was going through since there was no trace of sadness on me in spite of the things that bother me. They did not know that I was trying to be strong for myself and for other people. Some of them even made me a shock absorber without knowing that I was carrying such a heavy load myself. I was trying to smile by hiding all my tears. I was living in pretense. I was trying to be numb. &lt;br /&gt;    I told myself that this was a just a test of my faith. Going through the process of acceptance requires so much strength and I did not have that kind of power yet because I felt so helpless. The only weapon I had was prayer. And my constant encounter with God helped me in many ways. I accepted reality and tried to live with it slowly.  Life is still beautiful and will always be beautiful no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-1224603789745177740?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/1224603789745177740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=1224603789745177740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/1224603789745177740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/1224603789745177740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/03/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-5856881715440910917</id><published>2009-03-13T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:07:19.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>canibad island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh80Cj1iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wnExqsebUrA/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh80Cj1iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wnExqsebUrA/s320/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312596039082169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9KbIxqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KU4frDzAPNg/s1600-h/2585_1091017363995_1483331290_229373_7082319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9KbIxqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KU4frDzAPNg/s320/2585_1091017363995_1483331290_229373_7082319_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312596045090834082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9ArC6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EWTFxbKuw1g/s1600-h/PICT0628A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9ArC6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EWTFxbKuw1g/s320/PICT0628A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312596042473204114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9CwCudI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qVLTDVmd3Mg/s1600-h/n1634280570_151855_4826205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh9CwCudI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qVLTDVmd3Mg/s320/n1634280570_151855_4826205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312596043031034322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to go to Canibad Island and the whole trip was absolutely exciting. My friends and I left at more or less 5pm and we arrived at 7pm. It was a long journey but nevertheless it was fun.The natural beauty of the place moved me...very fine white sand...the beautiful scenery...lush green coconut trees...pristine waters...everything was amazing. It was a good place to relax because not so many people hang around. It was serene and placid, just right for people who want to get away from stress. Unfortunately we didn't have ample time to scrutinize the place because we were rushing to go back for some important reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-5856881715440910917?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/5856881715440910917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=5856881715440910917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5856881715440910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5856881715440910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/03/canibad-island.html' title='canibad island'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/Sboh80Cj1iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wnExqsebUrA/s72-c/DSC01882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-4175783677554376214</id><published>2009-03-13T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:05:42.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboToWuW2TI/AAAAAAAAADg/eImFdlbAhfY/s1600-h/18786082036363l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboToWuW2TI/AAAAAAAAADg/eImFdlbAhfY/s320/18786082036363l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312580294452631858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from a friend that Champ together with his band is coming over here to do a concert. I am an avid fan of this sensational band. I admire their musicality because of its depth. I actually saw them perform years back at the Venue and they did really well. It was a two thumbs up concert. I was so fortunate to get to know the good looking vocalist at that time. I felt so star strucked conversing with Hale's alluring frontman. No wonder people are drooling over him.I want to see them live again and fall in love with their songs. Welcome back HALE!!!MWAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-4175783677554376214?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/4175783677554376214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=4175783677554376214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4175783677554376214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4175783677554376214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-heard-from-friend-that-champ.html' title=''/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboToWuW2TI/AAAAAAAAADg/eImFdlbAhfY/s72-c/18786082036363l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-8677765300882300170</id><published>2009-03-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:50:58.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboQLuMjm7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZS6aofSRqew/s1600-h/326348175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboQLuMjm7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZS6aofSRqew/s320/326348175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312576504002223026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem was written by me for a friend way back in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've known you for such a short while&lt;br /&gt;You've proven to me that you're one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;An extraordinary pal who's ready to..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  ...listen in everyhting I say&lt;br /&gt;   ...make me smile when I'm awfully exhausted&lt;br /&gt;   ...regale me when I'm not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;   ...offer pieces of advice when I'm doubtful of what my action should be&lt;br /&gt;   ...understand me when thing go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The profundity of your thought and insights&lt;br /&gt;Have enriched my life indeed, making a big difference&lt;br /&gt;Into my monotonous existence.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware you are perhaps but I've gained a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I appreciate your candidness and your ability&lt;br /&gt;To speak your mind out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There coudn't be too many men as thoughtful, attentive&lt;br /&gt;And wonderfully tender as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Mere words are not enough to express my deepest gratitude &lt;br /&gt;To you who has been extra nice and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not only a friend whom I can rely to&lt;br /&gt;You're a hero as well, ready all the time&lt;br /&gt;To do anything for others without expecting a reward.&lt;br /&gt;So with all my heart I thank you for sharing yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;And spending your time with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-8677765300882300170?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/8677765300882300170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=8677765300882300170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8677765300882300170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8677765300882300170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-friend.html' title='ode to a friend'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SboQLuMjm7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZS6aofSRqew/s72-c/326348175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-1466396830698016221</id><published>2008-12-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:13:57.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST588A6wQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/OlJ9Fal7UPo/s1600-h/100_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST588A6wQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/OlJ9Fal7UPo/s320/100_2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277793183805227682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Happiness has different meanings for every person. Before you can learn how to be happy, you first need to define what happiness means to you and then you can seek it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Figure out what is important to you in life. For example: Do you value a certain kind of job, material things, a relationship, time alone, time with others, time to relax, time to be creative, time to read, time to listen to music or time to have fun? These are just a few of the possibilities. Think about times when you have felt happy, good or content. Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing, thinking or feeling that made you feel happy? Decide to make more time in your life to do more of what is important to you and makes you feel happier. To be happy, you have to make happiness a priority in your life. Start with little things and work up to bigger ones. Little things might be reading for 15 minutes, taking a walk, calling a friend or buying great-smelling soap, shampoo, candles or tea that you will enjoy every time you use it. Focus on what is positive about yourself, others and life in general, instead of dwelling on the negative. In a journal, write down as many positive things as you can think of. Keep it handy to read over, and continue adding to it. Appreciate what is working in your life right now. In the major areas of your life, such as your health, job, love life, friends, family, money and living situation, what is going well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-1466396830698016221?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/1466396830698016221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=1466396830698016221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/1466396830698016221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/1466396830698016221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-happy.html' title='be happy'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST588A6wQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/OlJ9Fal7UPo/s72-c/100_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-4760201997743367003</id><published>2008-12-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:53:08.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with stress</title><content type='html'>Stress is unfortunately a part of life for most people. It can be caused by anything ranging from job changes to divorce to illness or death in the family. Although stress is impossible to avoid, there are some ways to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay calm and take deep breaths. Being in this mode will help you get through the difficult situation or task. &lt;br /&gt;2. Take time out of your day to go for a walk when you're stressed out. Sometimes going out for fresh air clears your mind of negative thoughts. Walking also helps to renew your energy so that you can survive the end of your work or school day. &lt;br /&gt;3. Talk to a relative, a friend or a coworker. Venting your frustrations takes a load off your chest and reduces stress. It also helps to get advice or encouragement from that person to help you feel better. &lt;br /&gt;4. Try low impact exercises such as yoga or Pilates if you're still stressed out when you go home. These calorie burning workouts not only stretch and tone your muscles, but they also provide tension relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips &amp; Warnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer to help others or find a new hobby, such as jewelry making or crocheting. Finding something enjoyable to do outside of work helps you to relax.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of body relaxation techniques such as meditation. Sign up for yoga or tai chi classes to relieve stress and to release muscle tension. Go to a nearby spa for massage therapy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you constantly deal with stressful situations, then you may develop high blood pressure or have a heart attack. It's important to practice positive coping strategies to manage stress.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stress weakens the immune system. You are more vulnerable to colds, the flu or other infections if you're stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-4760201997743367003?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/4760201997743367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=4760201997743367003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4760201997743367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4760201997743367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-deal-with-stress.html' title='How to deal with stress'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-3629029234154220736</id><published>2008-12-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:44:31.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when my mind is still</title><content type='html'>When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I remember things too easily forgotten:&lt;br /&gt;The purity of early love,&lt;br /&gt;The maturity of unselfish love that asks -- &lt;br /&gt;desires -- nothing but another's good,&lt;br /&gt;The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.&lt;br /&gt;It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow&lt;br /&gt;Because of these challenges to my essential being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I can sense my basic humanity,&lt;br /&gt;And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.&lt;br /&gt;If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,&lt;br /&gt;Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.&lt;br /&gt;If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,&lt;br /&gt;And they will be more able to accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I know how much life has given me:&lt;br /&gt;The history of the race, friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,&lt;br /&gt;With greater trust and joy,&lt;br /&gt;With more profound seriousness and earnest service,&lt;br /&gt;And yet more calmly at the heart of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-3629029234154220736?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/3629029234154220736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=3629029234154220736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3629029234154220736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3629029234154220736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-my-mind-is-still.html' title='when my mind is still'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-3787931085545657373</id><published>2008-12-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:38:06.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1NV7MY8-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/sEyghP06-iU/s1600-h/161501038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1NV7MY8-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/sEyghP06-iU/s320/161501038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459377410339810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax; I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter than I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dance; I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-3787931085545657373?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/3787931085545657373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=3787931085545657373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3787931085545657373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3787931085545657373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/12/if.html' title='if'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1NV7MY8-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/sEyghP06-iU/s72-c/161501038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-2433505825347232425</id><published>2008-12-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:06:09.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1FzoSFvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/E4uP_kSPCP0/s1600-h/362820412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1FzoSFvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/E4uP_kSPCP0/s320/362820412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277451091637026162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was over you, &lt;br /&gt;That's how it all seems.&lt;br /&gt;But I keep going back,&lt;br /&gt;To crush my own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fed me so many lines,&lt;br /&gt;That weren't even true.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay away,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart once,&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart twice.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depended,&lt;br /&gt;On the roll of the dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that I'll be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Again like before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think,&lt;br /&gt;I can hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is short,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no more to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just to pray and hope,&lt;br /&gt;You'll love me back one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-2433505825347232425?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/2433505825347232425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=2433505825347232425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2433505825347232425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2433505825347232425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-heart.html' title='broken heart'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/ST1FzoSFvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/E4uP_kSPCP0/s72-c/362820412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-434956849670783967</id><published>2008-12-08T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:18:40.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disclosure policy</title><content type='html'>This policy is valid from 08 December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQ0Yoc90jI/AAAAAAAAACo/L_kxIny9duQ/s320/99b82d8e0d7dd2b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395061710737970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone with my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each note&lt;br /&gt;shaving a piece&lt;br /&gt;from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each word&lt;br /&gt;ripping through&lt;br /&gt;my damaged soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music begins the build up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;well with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest&lt;br /&gt;is growing tighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music swells and peaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tear&lt;br /&gt;slides&lt;br /&gt;from the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music starts the let down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-849837523201794419?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/849837523201794419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=849837523201794419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/849837523201794419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/849837523201794419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-starts-i-am-alone-with-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQ0Yoc90jI/AAAAAAAAACo/L_kxIny9duQ/s72-c/99b82d8e0d7dd2b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-725961282600916057</id><published>2008-11-19T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:06:46.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQq1kkMUNI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DGXnbTnz98/s1600-h/22796446856101leditsol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQq1kkMUNI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DGXnbTnz98/s320/22796446856101leditsol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384563767234770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its music that wakes me up to a shiny day&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s dull like shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Its music that makes every day a “special day”&lt;br /&gt;Even for the least unexpected way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its music that gives me life like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Even if my world refuses to take spun&lt;br /&gt;Its music that wields me to strive and run&lt;br /&gt;Even if my body takes on a million pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its music that serves as my “guiding light”&lt;br /&gt;Even through the coldest, darkest of all the night&lt;br /&gt;Its music takes a stand for me to fight&lt;br /&gt;Even if everyone seems nowhere in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its music that serves as my only inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world doesn’t even bother for such reason&lt;br /&gt;Its music that takes me to a world full of imagination&lt;br /&gt;Even if everyone seems to bliss me off to harsh realization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its music that permits my love take such progress&lt;br /&gt;Even if everyone seems happy to see me oppress&lt;br /&gt;Its music that I will forever stand up for such prowess&lt;br /&gt;Even if it has taken as a promise to you my Goddess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a meaning for life, not hatred, not war, &lt;br /&gt;It is a cry for peace from the people who have quiet voices.&lt;br /&gt;Music may not be able to solve everything, &lt;br /&gt;But it can solve silence, &lt;br /&gt;Music solves problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-725961282600916057?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/725961282600916057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=725961282600916057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/725961282600916057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/725961282600916057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQq1kkMUNI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DGXnbTnz98/s72-c/22796446856101leditsol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-7068852165189705064</id><published>2008-11-19T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:14:38.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mend your broken heart'/><title type='text'>mend your broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQfG5VDYTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P4mKUasP-RI/s1600-h/fcf59691cac36c32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQfG5VDYTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P4mKUasP-RI/s320/fcf59691cac36c32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371667259121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a sure-fire way to mend a broken heart but there are definitely things you can to do to make it feel a bit lighter and ready for new love. First, allow yourself to feel what you need to and take all the time in the world to get over the person. For some people it may only take a few weeks to move on and others years. However long it takes, be okay with that. The ideas below are not meant to cover up your loss but rather to help your healing process so you can move on and enjoy being single for awhile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw a small party. The fun of letting loose and being surrounded with your close friends can make anyone feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather everything that reminds you of your past love and put it in a box specifically for this. Then give it to a friend or store it somewhere where you won't see or think about it. When you're ready you can either throw away the box or keep it for memory's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a new exercise or well-being plan. It never hurts to take time to look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a daily journal, even if it's on your computer. Somewhere everyday take the time to jot down whatever comes to mind. The idea in starting a journal is not to write cleverly or even about anything important. Just write (or type) whatever comes to mind even if your journal starts to look like this: "Went shopping yesterday for a new book oh yea need to e-mail Susan, the flowers on that window sill need watering." The point of your journal is to clear your thoughts. In a few weeks you will be able to read your entries to discover new things and trends about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join a new interest group. It's never to early too meet new friends and, at least this way, you'll already have one thing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn something new. Take a foreign language or art course, or buy a how-to computer program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick out an inspirational book or movie to read or watch whenever you start feeling down or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take yourself out on a date, even if it's a night alone watching your favorite programs and eating your favorite foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the things you said you always wanted to do when you were with your partner but somehow never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a calendar and fill out the next 3 months with social events you'd like to attend or things you'd like to do. Browse your city's web site or the entertainment section of your local newspaper to find out ideas, dates and times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a "comfy" day. Get out your favorite comfy clothes, pillow, blanket, etc. and just spend the day relaxing doing whatever you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a pet or plant to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent a few romantic movies or read a few romance novels to remind yourself that love does still have happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a goodbye poem or letter. Then stick it in a bottle and throw it out in the sea or attach it to a helium balloon to be carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something you wouldn't normally do to celebrate your "singleness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redecorate your space. Start off by cleaning out everything and throwing away anything you don't use or need anymore. Make a few self-indulgent decorating additions like a few candles, a favorite painting or fresh flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit a new city. Pick some place you've always wanted to go or some place closer to home to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-7068852165189705064?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/7068852165189705064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=7068852165189705064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/7068852165189705064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/7068852165189705064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/mend-your-broken-heart.html' title='mend your broken heart'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQfG5VDYTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P4mKUasP-RI/s72-c/fcf59691cac36c32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-5740681863606177318</id><published>2008-11-19T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:24:48.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQTiwKHLGI/AAAAAAAAACI/CMMMVkvQ4QA/s1600-h/d87eb63f02daf9ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQTiwKHLGI/AAAAAAAAACI/CMMMVkvQ4QA/s320/d87eb63f02daf9ac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358951694117986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliff was too high for me to reach, too rocky for me to climb but the determination I had was too strong that I could no longer think of the uncertainties I might encounter along. With sheer perseverance I pursued my dream of going up, shed blood, sweat and tears. Yet in spite of it all, the countless fall I made led to the accumulation of dark crimson marks on the surface of my skin which penetrated my bones down to my soul. The absorption took away the strength I used to have. I doubted my capabilities and refused to try again. Acceptance I thought was the best thing for me to do to relieve me from my involvement in this unbearable plight. But when my dream came across I saw a glimmer of light giving me a little hope to continue my struggle, to recover my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of it, I triumphantly reached the top. Unbelievable it seemed but I was to do it with God’s guidance. The joy was indeed priceless and the fulfillment could not be traded with anything else for I gained back my self-worth, my honor. I realized nothing is impossible if you only dared try. I victoriously won the battle merely because I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-5740681863606177318?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/5740681863606177318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=5740681863606177318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5740681863606177318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5740681863606177318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/survival.html' title='survival'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQTiwKHLGI/AAAAAAAAACI/CMMMVkvQ4QA/s72-c/d87eb63f02daf9ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-4794218396169902735</id><published>2008-11-19T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:09:25.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over you'/><title type='text'>over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQPuwy25uI/AAAAAAAAACA/x0LSrne3yzQ/s1600-h/83a5b8676d3c862a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQPuwy25uI/AAAAAAAAACA/x0LSrne3yzQ/s320/83a5b8676d3c862a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354759976937186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQNtE6dD2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9OW2UV9eSVo/s1600-h/593af732118ace5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQNtE6dD2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9OW2UV9eSVo/s320/593af732118ace5e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270352531994513250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed. Many things have happened after our bitter parting…the most unforgettable day of my entire life. It took me several years to heal my wounded heart, to finally accept that you are gone. It was a great fulfillment…the process I’ve gone through is a battle for me…a struggle to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness almost drowned me. Platonic my existence was. No trace of gaiety. No meaning at all. The chill in my heart made me insensitive to everything. I could remember those sleepless nights when I cried and poured all my sentiments out, hoping you’d come back even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time healed my broken heart. I do still care for you anyway. You left me with memories that I would cherish until my last breath. Wherever you are, I want you to know how special you are to me, how thankful I am for touching my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-4794218396169902735?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/4794218396169902735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=4794218396169902735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4794218396169902735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/4794218396169902735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-you.html' title='over you'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSQPuwy25uI/AAAAAAAAACA/x0LSrne3yzQ/s72-c/83a5b8676d3c862a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-2888040717745963341</id><published>2008-11-19T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:57:44.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still'/><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>Queer it is to like someone &lt;br /&gt;Who smokes a lot and drinks to excess&lt;br /&gt;What is more odd&lt;br /&gt;Is to remain nonchalant and unmindful&lt;br /&gt;To the degrading rumors spreading around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others might conceive me &lt;br /&gt;To be either weird or dumb&lt;br /&gt;For continually liking him &lt;br /&gt;Even after knowing his ugly demeanor&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to elude him though&lt;br /&gt;Yet the power of his charisma &lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizes me still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-2888040717745963341?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/2888040717745963341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=2888040717745963341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2888040717745963341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2888040717745963341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-3640667513445341828</id><published>2008-11-19T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:53:19.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss u'/><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSP9dArcwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/lP_ef_iooXU/s1600-h/2585627796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSP9dArcwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/lP_ef_iooXU/s320/2585627796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270334663793885586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;Have already dried&lt;br /&gt;So much I’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;I’ve almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you I’ve become extra kind&lt;br /&gt;Too dumb I’ve become blind&lt;br /&gt;Like you I could not anymore find&lt;br /&gt;Visage of yours is still on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this end&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart to completely mend&lt;br /&gt;I could not afford to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I miss you to you I send.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-3640667513445341828?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/3640667513445341828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=3640667513445341828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3640667513445341828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/3640667513445341828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SSP9dArcwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/lP_ef_iooXU/s72-c/2585627796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-2666076462465336797</id><published>2008-11-12T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:06:23.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRriyTvXReI/AAAAAAAAABg/HTJ_ZkMKmCg/s1600-h/503968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267772068083484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRriyTvXReI/AAAAAAAAABg/HTJ_ZkMKmCg/s320/503968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gazed at the clouds above waiting for the rain to come. The balmy wind, the rustling of the leaves made a soothing atmosphere, gently healing the scars pulling away the poignant pangs which remained in me for such a long time, all flowing with the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing alone under a tree. Dark and placid the place was but the quick sound behind broke the silence, awakened me from deep reminiscing. Somebody was following me….stared and smiled at me. I tried to avert my sight, ran far away from him. He stopped me…tightly held my arms. A hair-raising thunder fastened me to numbness. He wrapped his arms around me to protect and comfort me. I found security in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain poured hard, he embraced me firmly to warm the coldness I felt all my life. Tears gush down uncontrollably like the cadence of the rain. Cleansed and healed I was for I finally left the past, freed myself from the chains of agony. I started all over again…giving myself a chance to live my life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-2666076462465336797?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/2666076462465336797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=2666076462465336797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2666076462465336797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2666076462465336797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-life.html' title='new life'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRriyTvXReI/AAAAAAAAABg/HTJ_ZkMKmCg/s72-c/503968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-2945810853297404168</id><published>2008-11-12T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:57:45.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lost friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrd0vAShTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AnlNNL9_YaU/s1600-h/156075131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267766612203832626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrd0vAShTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AnlNNL9_YaU/s320/156075131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrd0sEDKcI/AAAAAAAAABI/N88M2VbKsmU/s1600-h/friendship_is_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267766611414297026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrd0sEDKcI/AAAAAAAAABI/N88M2VbKsmU/s320/friendship_is_light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lost friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrfsYGkpJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1RHSR_Gg5ME/s1600-h/326348175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a serene bleak night&lt;br /&gt;Where stars are bountiful&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is full&lt;br /&gt;Countenance of yours begin&lt;br /&gt;To appear in my solitude&lt;br /&gt;Slowly reliving faded memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gentle strokes of consolation&lt;br /&gt;The warm embraces of comfort&lt;br /&gt;Are ways of yours I truly miss&lt;br /&gt;Especially when gloom hits me&lt;br /&gt;And when the glittering stars above&lt;br /&gt;Start to disappear one by one&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold my tears back&lt;br /&gt;Coz it constantly reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of a broken promise of&lt;br /&gt;Eternity and loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you are not shining&lt;br /&gt;On me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I could not feel your illumination&lt;br /&gt;You are a star to me still&lt;br /&gt;A gem worth keeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-2945810853297404168?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/2945810853297404168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=2945810853297404168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2945810853297404168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/2945810853297404168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-friend.html' title='a lost friend'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRrd0vAShTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AnlNNL9_YaU/s72-c/156075131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-5831967736069298654</id><published>2008-11-10T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:04:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRETENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barren, dark and desolate&lt;br /&gt;my existence is&lt;br /&gt;the bliss painted&lt;br /&gt;on my desrted face is mere superficial,&lt;br /&gt;a veneer, concealing my innermost&lt;br /&gt;sadness and utmost weariness&lt;br /&gt;totally disturbing my whole being&lt;br /&gt;the efforts i've exerted&lt;br /&gt;are just but a waste&lt;br /&gt;for being effervescent&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;swallowing the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;found at the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;is the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;but i have a phantasm&lt;br /&gt;a frisky, blazing and blithesome&lt;br /&gt;life awaits me ....soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-5831967736069298654?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/5831967736069298654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=5831967736069298654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5831967736069298654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5831967736069298654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/pretense-barren-dark-and-desolate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-772975629144752969</id><published>2008-11-10T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:53:57.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed you over&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;As a sign of my lifelong commitment&lt;br /&gt;And devotion to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just wrapped it&lt;br /&gt;Tight with your old scarf&lt;br /&gt;And threw it out&lt;br /&gt;Through your large beside window&lt;br /&gt;And smiled&lt;br /&gt;As you watched it&lt;br /&gt;Fall on those rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-772975629144752969?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/772975629144752969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=772975629144752969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/772975629144752969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/772975629144752969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-i-handed-you-over-my-heart-as-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-8948316382419590312</id><published>2008-11-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:01:27.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true happiness'/><title type='text'>true happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I passed along Jacinto Street many weeks ago, I saw a filthy, emaciated kid walking barefooted under the scourging heat of the sun. As I went near, I noticed his callous hands as he raised them towards the tinted car windows driven by the elite. This picture opened my eyes to the realities of life, that money is indeed a great need for survival.&lt;br /&gt;With money, a person can provide for his basic necessities such as food, clothing, etc. With lots of money, he can shop and splurge without boundaries, buy a mansion and own expensive cars. Moreover, he will not have a problem building a family in the future. That’s why most people are working wee hours to earn a lot. Their zeal to get rich keeps them busy and focused on their careers as well.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, money cannot buy happiness. Material things are temporary. Hence, the happiness we feel in acquiring those things is likewise temporary. True happiness is felt in simple ways such as over relationships with other people. We tend to forget life’s small pleasures such as pat on the back, a good word, a hug or even a simple thank you. Because we are so preoccupied with getting rich, we tend to miss and enjoy these tiny delights.&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive, money is important. But it is through how we deal with people which makes our lives rather meaningful. What is essential is invisible to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-8948316382419590312?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/8948316382419590312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=8948316382419590312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8948316382419590312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/8948316382419590312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-happiness.html' title='true happiness'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469087781769535956.post-5766552213367337497</id><published>2008-11-06T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:52:41.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bites'/><title type='text'>reality bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When everything goes wrong, it is normal to be frustrated and to get mad. There are things in life that we need to fathom. Life has its ups and downs and we have to learn the roller coaster ride in order for us to keep going. Indeed it is hard to cope and to accept the realities of life. It is surely upsetting when all your efforts have become futile in the long run, when you poured all your resources and gain nothing in the end, when you need to let go of someone because of some circumstances even if it really hurts, when you express your love to someone who does not even care at you at all, when you feel all alone and nobody seem to care…These are the common trials in life which can either make or break us. People sometimes question God for all these trials and blamed God for breaking them apart. I understand somehow why…perhaps because of anger and pain. I believe that the very essence of life is being able to stand up after falling many times, being optimistic at all times and finding ways to become a better person everyday. God has a reason for everything. He breaks us to make us whole again. The challenges we are facing might break our world but surely will strengthen us. These challenges are the foundation of our life experiences because a life that is so perfect is idle, so routine and meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469087781769535956-5766552213367337497?l=karissalara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/feeds/5766552213367337497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469087781769535956&amp;postID=5766552213367337497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5766552213367337497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469087781769535956/posts/default/5766552213367337497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissalara.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-everything-goes-wrong-it-is-normal.html' title='reality bites'/><author><name>lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844842482137904979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWIBcZutWLI/SRhQkbr3qEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nL0KJBj9HkQ/S220/PICT0440.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
