tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23138239477066965702011-04-21T13:01:12.003-07:00SyasyaOohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089553308892320852noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313823947706696570.post-61287730184490365052008-01-04T01:31:00.000-08:002008-01-04T01:35:13.588-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">DONT GET DOWN ON YOURSELF<br /><br /></span><br />After a <span style="font-style: italic;">breakup</span>, people tend to plummet into a pit of low self-esteem and guilt. You are looking for reasons why the <span style="font-weight: bold;">relationship </span>ended, and you start obsessing and blaming yourself. "Maybe I was too hard on her for canceling dinner with my parents" or "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe </span>I shouldn't have yelled at him when he came home late <span style="font-style: italic;">without </span>calling."<div class="yperContentPara">This kind of <span style="font-weight: bold;">negative </span>thinking spirals out of control quickly. You may start feeling you're not attractive enough or funny enough or just <span style="font-style: italic;">plain </span>good enough to be with that person, which isn't true. Sit down. Take a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">breath. </span>And STOP this negative thinking right now! This isn't to say that you shouldn't reflect on your role in the relationship. Just be kinder to yourself!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313823947706696570-6128773018449036505?l=previewskinshasha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SyasyaOohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089553308892320852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313823947706696570.post-70062929664801692332008-01-03T21:18:00.000-08:002008-01-04T01:30:14.867-08:00JEWEL<br />''Kiss Me''<br /><br />Kiss me out of the bearded barley<br />Nightly, beside the green, green grass<br />Swing, swing, swing the spinning step<br />You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight<br />Lead me out on the moonlit floor<br />Lift your open hand<br />Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance<br />Silver moon's sparkling<br />So kiss me<br /><br />Kiss me down by the broken tree house<br />Swing me upon its hanging tire<br />Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat<br />We'll take the trail marked on your father's map<br /><br />[Chorus (repeat)]<br /><br />*shasha*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313823947706696570-7006292966480169233?l=previewskinshasha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SyasyaOohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089553308892320852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313823947706696570.post-44149925933153222382008-01-03T18:54:00.000-08:002008-01-03T18:55:30.015-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee<br />asjkdfnhjkfa sjf<br />sdfljka lsjfoj<br />awfrsjdfpjdpf<br />awfkjsdlfjsd;fjk<br />asfklsdfj<br />asfsdlkjfasfjsdtgj<br />afljsd</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313823947706696570-4414992593315322238?l=previewskinshasha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SyasyaOohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089553308892320852noreply@blogger.com0