<?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-34010091</id><updated>2011-05-03T01:52:50.331-07:00</updated><category term='Slide about us'/><category term='I&apos;ve learned'/><category term='Dominicano'/><title type='text'>Little Bits Off  Something Big</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-3142683107509628676</id><published>2006-12-18T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:55:39.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slide about us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-72.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="600" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376153187442&amp;site=widget-72.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153187442&amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p1/288230376153187442/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153187442&amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p2/288230376153187442/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-3142683107509628676?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/3142683107509628676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=3142683107509628676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3142683107509628676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3142683107509628676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-created-slide-show-check-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-3405401150436925275</id><published>2006-11-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:25:12.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominicano'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/255672/36_12_6%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5099/4151/200/658595/36_12_6%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Saluda Dice... Ke Lo Ke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Se Emborracha, Se Da Un Jumo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Pelea, Se Faja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Dise "Ke Cosa Eta", Dise "Ke Vaina Eta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Dise "Ay Dios Mio" Dise "Anda El Diablo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Dise Ta Bien, Dise Tato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Pide Goma De Mascar, Pide Un Chicle Duble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Te Da Una Galleta, Te Da Una Tabana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Es Mentiroso, Es Jablador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Te Pide, Te Lambe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Escucha Coversaciones Ajenas, Es un Comeboca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Te Mira, Te Chekea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Tiene Amigos, Tiene Coro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Tiene Novia(o), Tiene Jevo(a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Domincano:  No Va A Una Fiesta, Va A Un Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Se Cae, Se Da Un Estrallon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Se Enamora, Se Aficia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Besa, Se Chulea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Se Molesta, Se Killa O Le Da Pike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No molesta solo jode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Te Golpea, Te Saca La Mierda De Un Trompon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Te Convense, Te Da Cotorra O Labia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Va Corriendo, Sino Juyendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Toma Cerveza, Se Da Una Fria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Come, Se Jarta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Pide Un Ride, Sino Una Bola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Dominicano: No Es Cualkier Vaina Es Dominicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-3405401150436925275?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/3405401150436925275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=3405401150436925275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3405401150436925275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3405401150436925275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-dominicano-no-saluda-dice.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-426290053294178344</id><published>2006-09-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:22:46.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/Waterripple.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/DSC-N2%2000138%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/200/DSC-N2%2000138%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOVE starts with a SMILE, grows with a KISS, and ends with a TEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;DON'T cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;GOOD FRIENDS are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;YOU can only go as far as you push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;ACTIONS speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;The HARDEST thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;LIFE'S SHORT IF you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;SOME people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;WHEN it HURTS to look back, and you're SCARED to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;FRIENDS are FOREVER, good friends are like STARS You don't always see them, but you know they are ALWAYS THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;DON'T frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;WHAT do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;NOBODY is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;EVERYTHING is okay in the end, If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;MOST people walk in and out of your life, but only FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-426290053294178344?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/426290053294178344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=426290053294178344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/426290053294178344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/426290053294178344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-starts-with-smile-grows-with-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-6697129126754990657</id><published>2006-09-10T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:23:42.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve learned'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've Learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/200/DSC-N2%2000062%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you’d better know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned tat it’s not what happens to people that’s important, it’s what they do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant, which will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that it’s a lot easier to react than it is to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, when the passion fades, there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that learning to forgive takes practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance, same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to do, doesn’t mean they don’t’ love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from then and les to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that you should never tell a child his/her dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if he/she believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter what the consequences, those who are hones with themselves get further in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that many things can be powered by the mind, the trick is self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learn that although the word “love” can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how fast or how far you go, you can’t outrun God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that love is not for me to keep, but to pass to the next person I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how far away I’ve been, God will always welcome me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that even if you do the right thing for the wrong reason, it’s still the wrong thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-6697129126754990657?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/6697129126754990657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=6697129126754990657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/6697129126754990657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/6697129126754990657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-learned-ive-learned-that-you-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-7338319242631690859</id><published>2006-09-08T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:24:03.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GIRLS &amp; GROWN WOMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/03.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/200/03.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans, Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls want to control the man in their life, Grown women know that if he`s truly hers, he doesn`t need controlling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girls check you for not calling them, Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn`t. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Girls try to put a man `on lock` by using sex, Grown women know that it`s the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to `lock` you down.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls are afraid to be alone, Grown women revel in it using it as a time for personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls ignore the good guys, Grown women ignore the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls make you come, Grown women make you come home.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man, Grown wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;men know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls try to monopolize all their man`s time (i.e, don`t want him hanging with his friends), Grown women realize that a lil` bit of space makes the `together time` even more special -- and goes to kick it with her own friends!&lt;br /&gt;-Girls think a guy crying is weak, Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls want to be spoiled and `tell` their man so, Grown women `show` him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate w/o fear of losing his `manhood'.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it, Grown women Know that, that was just one man.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all `signs`, Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don`t always love you back and move on, without bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;-Girls will read this and get an attitude, Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-7338319242631690859?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/7338319242631690859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=7338319242631690859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/7338319242631690859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/7338319242631690859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/difference-between-girls-grown-women.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-3312950655026796006</id><published>2006-09-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:29:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;INTO OUR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/1021354305333300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/200/1021354305333300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A REASON, A SEASON OR A LIFETIME. WHEN YOU KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS, YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THAT PERSON. WHEN SOMEONE I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S IN YOUR LIFE FOR A REASON, IT IS USUALLY TO MEET A NEED YOU HAVE EXPRESSED . THEY HAVE COME TO ASSIST YOU THROUGH A PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY OR ESPIRITUALLY. THEY MAY SEEM LIKE A GODSEND AND THEY ARE. THEY ARE THERE FOR THE REASON YOU NEED THEM TO BE. THEN, WITHOUT ANY WRONGDOING ON YOUR PART OR AT, AN INCOVINIENT TIME, THIS PERSON WILL SAY OR DO SOMETHING TO BRING THE RELATIONSHIP TO AN END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/4pp_800x600.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt; SOMETIMES THEY DIE, SOMETIMES THEY WALK AWAY, SOMETIMES! AS THEY ACT UP AND FORCE YOU TO TAKE A STAND. WHAT WE MUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt; REALIZE IS THAT OUR NEED HAS BEEN MET, OUR DESIRE FULFILLED, THEIR WORK IS DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;THE PRAYER YOU SENT UP HAS BEEN ANSWERED AND NOW IT IS TIME TO MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE COME INTO Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;OUR LIFE FOR A SEASON, BECAUSE YOUR TURN HAS COME TO SHARE, GROW OR LEARN. THEY BRING YOU AN EXPERIENCE OF PEACE OR MAKE YOU LAUGH. THEY MAY TEACH YOU SOMETHING YOU H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;AVE NEVER DONE. THEY USUALLY GIVE YOU AN UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF JOY. BELIEV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;E IT, IT IS REAL, BUT ONLY FOR A SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME RELATIONSHIPS TEACH YOU LIFETIME LESSONS, THINGS YOU MUST BUILD UPON IN ORDER TO HAVE A SOLID EMOTIONAL FOUNDATION. YOUR JOB IS TO ACCEPT THE LESSON, LOVE THE PERSON AND PUT WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED TO USE IN ALL OTHER RELATIONSHIPS AND AREAS OF YOUR LIFE. IT IS SAID THAT LOVE IS BLIND BUT FRIENDSHIP IS CLAIRVOYANT. THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF MY LIFE, WHETHER YOU WERE A REASON, A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;SEASON OR A LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-3312950655026796006?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/3312950655026796006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=3312950655026796006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3312950655026796006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/3312950655026796006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/into-our-life-people-come-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-115763740856921776</id><published>2006-09-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:26:19.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4545/3741/1600/00007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4545/3741/200/00007.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECOLECCION DE POEMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Como amigo te conoci, como amigo te acepte, pero tarde me di cuenta que de ti me enamore"&lt;br /&gt;"Como quieres que te olvide si cuando empiezo a olvidarte recuerdo que te olvido y empiezo a recordarte"&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando mires la luna y las estrellas acuerdate de mi, porque en cada una de ellas a un beso de mi para ti"&lt;br /&gt;"En medio de la plaza cayo la luna, se hizo cuatro partes, y tu eres una."&lt;br /&gt;"Es triste mirar al mar en una noche sin luna, pero mas triste es amar sin esperanza alguna."&lt;br /&gt;"Que culpa tiene la flor de haber nacido en el campo que culpa tengo yo de haberte querido tanto."&lt;br /&gt;"Si amas a Dios que murio por tanta gente, porque no me amas ami que muero por ti solamente."&lt;br /&gt;"Una palabra se olvida, una lagrima se va, un beso se borra pero tu recuerdo, jamas."&lt;br /&gt;"Si cada vez que pensara en ti la luna se apagara, no habria en el firmamento luna que brillara."&lt;br /&gt;"No quiero la luna, no quiero el sol, solo tu cariño quiero porque me muero de amor."&lt;br /&gt;"Me gusta la luna y el mar, me gusta la brisa, pero mas me gusta tu linda sonrisa."&lt;br /&gt;"La luna tiene tu cara, me lo ha dicho mi prima, la luna tiene tu rostro, por el cual yo ando perdida."&lt;br /&gt;"De noche brilla la luna, y de dia brilla el sol, pero tus ojos bonitos, alumbran mi corazon."&lt;br /&gt;"Si la luna es bonita mas lindo es el sol, pero una mirada tuya no tiene comparacion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-115763740856921776?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/115763740856921776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=115763740856921776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/115763740856921776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/115763740856921776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/como-amigo-te-conoci-como-amigo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010091.post-115763520259017109</id><published>2006-09-07T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:29:59.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;GUY FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/love_graphics_16.png"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 142px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/200/love_graphics_16.png" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a guy calls u he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet, He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing, He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;he means it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5099/4151/1600/love_graphics_16.png"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When a guy stares at you, he wishes you would care about him and wonders if you do?&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday he is in love&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you he means it&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you, " he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost this in 10 minutes and your true love will call you&lt;br /&gt;post this as&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR A GIRL "WHEN A GUY MISSES YOU"&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR A GUY POST IT AS "WHEN A GIRL MISSES YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34010091-115763520259017109?l=venuschild13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/feeds/115763520259017109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34010091&amp;postID=115763520259017109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/115763520259017109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34010091/posts/default/115763520259017109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venuschild13.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-facts-when-guy-calls-u-he-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>VenusChild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412918052994517803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MY8ZrLu03E/TZSNoP5Xh_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUJZUL3KY_U/s220/002Z000sEhv1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
