<?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-664452177760435738</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:25:39.996-04:00</updated><category term='Derrion Albert'/><title type='text'>C_Siobbhan</title><subtitle type='html'>Thisz iz my world you have now entered.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-3244863901801695792</id><published>2009-11-07T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:07:20.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worship of Satan in our music today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Im highly upset and somewhat disturbed that people allow these things to go on and don't see the wrong behind it. Fame on Earth on last but for a lifetime it's what you gain through eternity that we should be concerned with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/beyonce_i_am_sasha_fierce-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/beyonce_i_am_sasha_fierce-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sasha20fierce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sasha20fierce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“I have someone else that takes over when it’s time for me to work and when I’m on stage, this alter ego that I’ve created that kind of protects me and who I really am”. -Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Full Story: http://theindustryexposed.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=14:beyonce-to-sasha-fierce-symbolic-occult-rebirth&amp;amp;catid=2:newsarticles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-3244863901801695792?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/3244863901801695792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/11/worship-of-satan-in-our-music-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3244863901801695792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3244863901801695792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/11/worship-of-satan-in-our-music-today.html' title='The Worship of Satan in our music today.'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-4634584964442664883</id><published>2009-09-29T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:29:11.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derrion Albert'/><title type='text'>L.I.P. Derrion Albert, May Your Story Live On</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure by now many of you have heard, read about, or saw the video of the death of Derrion Albert. I just want to begin by saying do not point fingers at any person this act of violence is a true depiction of what we ourselves pride ourselves on being nowadays, "The Baddest" and in sooo many ways we are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the worst drop out rates than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;We have the worst unemployment rates in a VERY LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;We have the most profane language and provocative things being shown on our TV sets.&lt;br /&gt;We listen to the most degrading music, and we do the worst kinds of immoral acts to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all these things, I too am guilty, and this young mans death has truly opened my eyes to realize such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who attack the "Attackers", STOP yourself. Think about the amount of times you've jumped in a fight for your family member or best friend. You too could have killed someone without knowing. So at the simplest viewpoint we can say the "Attackers" initially were "helping" their "friends". Although we may not see it as so, these young men feel empowered that they were able to do something to someone else and gain recognition, fame, or respect from it. It has nothing to do with rap music and videos, because there are movies and books and even fairytales that teach you to do the same thing. When we go to war we are teaching our kids that in standing for you country you will gain great honor. Well this is the same basis those boys were running of off. They were fighting for THEIR country, their unit, their "family" they were defending whatever they felt were there's whether they admit it or not. At the same token if it was a gang initiation then they were doing what they "had to" to gain their position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before we attack the parents or the community, STOP again. That's the main reason these kids go out and do this crazy stuff because we're constantly attacking so they attack back. There are so many more enforcers of violence than there are of peace, note I did not say of nonviolence, I said of peace. Because nonviolence can simply mean not doing anything violent but still being aggressive about a situation. Being peaceful is to put the issue to rest PEACEFULLY without hate, anger, or any type of negativity. The parents of those children I'm sure did not all expect their kids to be out killing other people's children. For some parents there is no saving of your child. Some children just don’t want to be saved they want to live the life that is most appeasing to them. Some of the greatest serial killers {I say greatest because they accomplished their goals} were simply reenacting what they read in BOOKS!!! So are we to erase the libraries and texts from the communities too? Take away the very thing that is "supposed" to bring us knowledge? So I guess we can't criticize media or the environment we surround ourselves in. So who you ask is who I think is to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US!!! Not the U.S. but US me, you, and every other person who has the power to help and don't. When you know there is something you can do whether it be offer a shoulder or ear, or just to listen sometimes to someones' needs. You could have helped, I could have helped. We all have the power to help these children no child is bron a killer they become one, they are miseducated, misunderstood, and misinterpreted. Instead of listened to, helped, talked to, and loved, AND SUPPORTED!! We lack so much support in our communities nowadays. The kids striving and trying aren't getting any support because they are told they should be better than what they are happy with. Yes you should never SETTLE for less than what you deserve but if you are "content" with what you have then happiness and settlement is only a figment of what society wants. It is not what you yourself enjoy, or find peace in. The happiest people in life are those who enjoy it. As a whole not the bits and pieces but the entire life that they live is enjoyable. And those people do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wrote this blog to ask that we not ridicule those who are not "in their right minds". Those boys need help, healing, and humbling, and by that I mean they need to be taught why and to be understood, to be able to come to terms with what they've down not for the glory but for the remorse, and to make a change. No one has the right to tell anyone else to change because no one is perfect but we do have the means to help someone who needs it. By simply giving your ear and your time to kids like Derrion and his attackers you become THEN and only THEN part of the solution. There are always 2 sides to a story, to listen to both sides is when you will find the true outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrion your life was not in vain sweetheart, and although you may have thought it cut short, know that God is always on time. You have lived a beautiful life, I'm sure, and you were a vessel to those who needed you. Be not afraid that you will not be missed or grieved, because even those of us who never knew you, know you now more than ever before. And you truly deserve all the praise that you are receiving. Even the hatred in itself is a form of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the boys who were a part of this horrendous act, I wish you all well-being, and better understanding of what you've done. I hope you all get to know who you are, and realize that your life too has been taken away. I can only hope now the thought of "Riding or Dying" for someone will not be something you would like to be a part of. In the act of "riding or dying" you've killed an innocent young man, whether he was innocent to you or not, he did no harm worth dying for. And now your life too has vanished, the opportunities you all could have had have been washed away with his blood, only to stain your lifespan with horrible memories of this crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.Siobbhan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-4634584964442664883?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/4634584964442664883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/09/lip-derrion-albert-may-your-story-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/4634584964442664883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/4634584964442664883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/09/lip-derrion-albert-may-your-story-live.html' title='L.I.P. Derrion Albert, May Your Story Live On'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-2217460048014877968</id><published>2009-09-19T01:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:15:34.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci's all grown up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRoeHISPfI/AAAAAAAAADE/WcYdq0nbwYI/s1600-h/My+Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383042321133747698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRoeHISPfI/AAAAAAAAADE/WcYdq0nbwYI/s320/My+Puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Gucci now he's 3 months and 13 days old I love my baby boy he's a spoiled lil brat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-2217460048014877968?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/2217460048014877968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/09/guccis-all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/2217460048014877968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/2217460048014877968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/09/guccis-all-grown-up.html' title='Gucci&apos;s all grown up.'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRoeHISPfI/AAAAAAAAADE/WcYdq0nbwYI/s72-c/My+Puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-6663888978193075134</id><published>2009-06-22T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:33:55.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/Sj-WMchMg-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7iL01_A_EuU/s1600-h/l_396d71f2af8443408c37eef2fb7791d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/Sj-WMchMg-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7iL01_A_EuU/s320/l_396d71f2af8443408c37eef2fb7791d8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160022897460194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/Sj-WDAzvLuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s69mKR152dk/s1600-h/l_adf8d5d3fa3f4bb5bc529222859daca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/Sj-WDAzvLuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s69mKR152dk/s320/l_adf8d5d3fa3f4bb5bc529222859daca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159860840214242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new Yorkie boy Im so excited cant wait to bring him home just thought you guys should get a chance to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci Prince Augustus 06-06-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-6663888978193075134?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/6663888978193075134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gucci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/6663888978193075134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/6663888978193075134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gucci.html' title='Gucci:::'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/Sj-WMchMg-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7iL01_A_EuU/s72-c/l_396d71f2af8443408c37eef2fb7791d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-5311623823760555866</id><published>2009-06-03T00:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:29:08.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of His Love</title><content type='html'>The hands that console me haunt my fears&lt;br /&gt;the words that nurture me bring me to tears&lt;br /&gt;The glass that numbs my soul you use for cheers&lt;br /&gt;and yet I am still here&lt;br /&gt;I wallow in the pain brought by his actions&lt;br /&gt;yet cant take away my presence by any form of retraction&lt;br /&gt;I cant take away the impression I've made on his life alone&lt;br /&gt;so here Ill be waiting til my name's in stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-5311623823760555866?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-3626865994368237550</id><published>2009-04-21T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:51:29.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Im waiting for the day there are no more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time is a neverending entity of seconds overlapping to years of unlost memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for the time where there is no more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When minutes are merely words and no longer a measurement of the quantity of ones' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for the life when there is no more life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a span of someones' being is no longer able to be measured because now they live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-3626865994368237550?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/3626865994368237550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3626865994368237550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3626865994368237550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-3459241865533599108</id><published>2009-04-02T01:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:00:39.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just thought Id voice my opinion on this whole thing cause this is outrageous. Attempted murder charges? Death threats? Do people really hear how they sound? There are women right now being beaten to death in their own homes and what we do is offer counseling, shelters, foster homes for their kids, and therapy sessions. When it's a bitch writing songs about putting niggas in Emergency rooms, goin to Rehab and being Disturbed we put her on a pedastool and dog him out. HOW? NO ONE knows what happend EXCEPT the people it happened to. As a people we need to stop intervening in others' lives especially celebrities. The added stress and constant pressure is what drives them to do this madness. Im not saying he's right but Im not showing any sympathy either. No woman should ever be hit but it happens. We are not these God like figures that say we cant be touched we're human just like men. We do wrong too JUST LIKE MEN sometimes worse. Thats life no man should be hit or provoked to that point either but people never look at it the same way. All Im saying is no one should be taking sides. She said she's fine and she's ok LET THEM BE!..!!!! LIVE YOUR LIFE!!! Not follow theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-CS&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/664452177760435738-3459241865533599108?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/3459241865533599108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/04/chrihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3459241865533599108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/3459241865533599108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/04/chrihanna.html' title='Chrihanna'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-1193566190179682005</id><published>2009-03-18T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:01:41.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3/18/09 2:30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Todaii has just been one of those daiiz for me. I've been looking at myself and analyzing the people around me. I tend to wonder is there anyone else in this world who thinks just like me? I've found people countless amount of people who have similar views as me but never actually think the same way. They might agree with me but never can they elaborate with me in conversation. I found out todaii that my "BEST FIT" would be as a writer, or a manager, or a coach. LOL Funny because I hate writing but it's the most natural talent I have, I dont do any sports but I coach people all the time in life and situations, as far as managin I dont like the thought of it never had but yet that is my major. Interesting the things you discover about yourself. I have yet to meet my ideal friend, my ideal partner, my ideal job, my ideal location. I have yet to be completely and totally happy with where my life is. There is always something more that I want, something more that I yearn for, something that I still have not achieved. To me that is the beauty of life. You can never stop until you've done it all. I think God knows that the time to take us is when we are completely and TOTALLY happy with ourselves. Even if to the world we aren't within ourselves we have reached our ultimate purpose and lived our ultimate dream. Of course there are plenty of exceptions to that statement but I think in most cases that is the time that we leave this earth. On a happier note Im in a good place todaii. I have forgiven myself for my wrongs, I've made right any wrongs that I felt needed to be altered, and I forgave others. I've struggled with plenty but I find that my best days are when I just let go and live as myself, and noone else. For now...♥ CS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/664452177760435738-1193566190179682005?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/1193566190179682005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/03/31809-230am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/1193566190179682005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/1193566190179682005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/03/31809-230am.html' title='3/18/09 2:30am'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664452177760435738.post-5738276400761718477</id><published>2009-03-14T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:00:18.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Intro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im Clo aka Lo. My main purpose for even writing this blog or any of the blogs I will write is to express my opinions on today's society or current events and so forth. I am NOT an expert, or a professional Im a simple college freshman with a lot on my mind. I can talk about anything and everything. With or without the expertise I believe my voice has it's own purpose and whatever I say will somehow make an impact to someone, somewhere, somehow. I'm open to ANY AND ALL questions, Im also on YOUTUBE. I have no posted videos yet vlogging but I will in the very near future. Look for blogs about everything from style to celebrities to society to poverty from me I talk about a lot of things. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-CSiobbhan&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/664452177760435738-5738276400761718477?l=csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/feeds/5738276400761718477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/5738276400761718477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/664452177760435738/posts/default/5738276400761718477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csiobbhan215lo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-intro.html' title='My Intro...'/><author><name>C_Siobbhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796613860485811330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QegktYJpVDQ/SrRnw7TpLTI/AAAAAAAAACk/RnPkEScemrk/S220/l_51182a7f31104061a5f7ec5870f3aac0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
