<?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-495026610000132792</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:04:58.074-07:00</updated><category term='God'/><title type='text'>Streak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11545811968034455500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkLDI560-lE/Sb2gHrx-pPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCe4A6sRcqQ/S220/Magic_Show_by_inugirliscrazy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495026610000132792.post-3367706991357261455</id><published>2009-04-04T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:11:41.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ask of you to clear the pressure, of those few days that we still have in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get good grades in the projects that we have due. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ease any grudges and re-new anything that ended or about to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To help those who are about to take exams that need that extra help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even those who just need a guide of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please help those that are close to me, and even those that I still hold near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But most of all help me re-gain my old friends and keep my new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me get close to them like we used to be, to open up and feel free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to start from scratch, but help me repair what I damages and make things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And keep it that way for a long time. So it can be like the good old times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As well as helping me break my old habits, those which are disgraceful for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me know and learn from my mistakes, so I can stop doing them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me become a better artist each day, and be able to draw with no block on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I have more to ask, but they are not so important to me like what I'm asking you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please help me clear these up, I will be grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm raising my hand. Please come and help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495026610000132792-3367706991357261455?l=streakw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/feeds/3367706991357261455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/3367706991357261455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/3367706991357261455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11545811968034455500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkLDI560-lE/Sb2gHrx-pPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCe4A6sRcqQ/S220/Magic_Show_by_inugirliscrazy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495026610000132792.post-351886168221619516</id><published>2009-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:26:02.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 118</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't help but to feel locked up within myself. Each time I feel more and more further away from everyone. I'm tired, of some people I know. I want to disapear for a while, have time for myself. Time to only care about me and noone else. Stop giving a crap about bitches and assholes. People who don't have lives and thus have to try and make other people's live miserable. Sadly, I can't stop time or disapear. So I have to face everyone of those people. However, I know that from this I will become strong, even if at the moment I feel weak and ill.  I trust that the one who's up there knows what his doing and I'm placing my whole life in his hands. Because like Psalm 118 : 8-9 says, it is better to trust the Lord than a man. I'm really thankful for those people who actually have stopped on their tracks to give me a hand. Trust me, you do not know how helpful you guys have been. But most of all, I'm grateful for the people (who I won't give their names out here) who have convinced me to go to a youth group where I have learned alot and have come closer to God in my own way. I may not have a religion at the moment, but atleast I've gotten to know God in a different way that I thought I knew. I can now see that God has come to guide me through these people who have helped me so much. Even if I feel melancholical, God will help me become strong. For those of you who can and want from the bottom of your hearts. Pray for me that I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic, a month or so ago I would have never seen myself writting with so much faith yet,I still know that I have a long way to go. But I know that if I keep searching, I will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/index.php?search=Psalm%20118&amp;amp;version1=31"&gt;Psalm 118&lt;/a&gt;&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/495026610000132792-351886168221619516?l=streakw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/feeds/351886168221619516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalm-118.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/351886168221619516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/351886168221619516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalm-118.html' title='Psalm 118'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11545811968034455500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkLDI560-lE/Sb2gHrx-pPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCe4A6sRcqQ/S220/Magic_Show_by_inugirliscrazy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495026610000132792.post-5589628871816203734</id><published>2009-03-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:57:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has gotten to the limit of making all the students in school go mad.  Most people are counting the days till it ends.  If I knew when it ended I would include myself as well.  Some clases are of no use, other's are just temporarily good.  The only good clases we rarely get to take them.  Most of us are frustrated.  I had to quit art school because I had no time because school took most of my spare time! I. Fucking. Hate. It. I haven't even had time to draw, just sit, relax and draw. Atleast, I can still surf around &lt;a href="http://inugirliscrazy.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantart&lt;/a&gt; while doing homework. I swear that website is addicting.  Anyways, I'm very back in art related stuff.  Thus I'm a bit cranky. Anyways... That's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495026610000132792-5589628871816203734?l=streakw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/feeds/5589628871816203734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/03/school.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/5589628871816203734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495026610000132792/posts/default/5589628871816203734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakw.blogspot.com/2009/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11545811968034455500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkLDI560-lE/Sb2gHrx-pPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCe4A6sRcqQ/S220/Magic_Show_by_inugirliscrazy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
