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<title><![CDATA[Agris's Blog]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.</link>
<description><![CDATA[Life sucks. My life in particular. It's all from the choices (almost all bad) that I've made.  Don't imagine I'll last.]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for September 30, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=35</link>
<description><![CDATA["Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all  these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person,  no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you.  They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life  isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying  in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter  working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a  soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." <br />Neil Gaiman]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:11:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for August 18, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=34</link>
<description><![CDATA[ "<em>Considering his opponent's longevity -- truly an eternal triangle. You wouldn't understand that, would you Spock? You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him, because you'll never know <span style="color:rgb(128, 255, 255); ">the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures -- and the glorious victories; </span>all of these things you'll never know, simply because the word "love" isn't written into your book.</em>"   <dl><dd> - <strong>McCoy</strong></dd></dl><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />  ]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:46:04 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for July 14, 2007 - The future?]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=32</link>
<description><![CDATA[Well you told me that I was just not the one, and you left me standing out in the cold.  It's been a long time and I'm so much better now that I'm looking back and seeing it all.  And for the first time there's no pain in my life.  Though it's a long hard road that I've gone, we had a good thing and it made me a man cause I know...<br /><br />...you got me goin', pardon me my feelings are showing.  I'm only saying what's on my mind.<br /><br />Well I found you or maybe I found myself and I think we knew it all of the time.  We fit together just like a lock and a key.  And we opened up each other's minds.  Yeah, I was laughing 'caus there was no room to cry.  There was too much growing to do.  We had a good time and it ain't over yet 'cause I know...<br /><br />...you got me goin', pardon me my feelings are showing.  I'm only saying...<br /><br />You came from nowhere and you just jumped in my life, and I know it never will be the same.  You made me love you and now I'm home once again.  No, I never want to leave you no more.<br />'Caus I'm attached to the better half of myself and there's nowhere else that I'd rather be.  You filled an empty, you fixed a bad broken heart, yes I know...<br /><br />...you got me goin', pardon me my feelings are showing.  I'm only saying what's on my mind.<br /><br /><br />]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 05:04:29 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for July 12, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=30</link>
<description><![CDATA[The names have been changed to protect the innocent...<br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://candicomics.com/comics/20070709.jpg" align="bottom" border="0" height="300" width="600" />]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 22:04:10 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for July 08, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=28</link>
<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align:center; color:rgb(255, 64, 255); "><strong><em>I'll be there for you, these five words I swear to you</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>I'll be there for you</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>I'd live and I'd die for you</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>I'd steal the sun from the sky for you</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>Words can't say what love can do</em></strong><br />  <strong><em>I'll be there for you</em></strong><em>  </em></div>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 08:05:30 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for June 21, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=27</link>
<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align:left; ">I can finally comprehend what people see in music.  I've never generally had it speak to me.  I've never had random words set to music actually resonate with my soul.  I get it now.  I'm going to throw the snippets in here as I come across them.  They may not mean anything to anyone else reading this (then again, they might) but they'll mean something to me.<br />  </div> <br />   <div style="text-align:left; "><div style="text-align:center; "><em>I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead</em><br />   <em>I try and tell myself it'll be all right</em><br />   <em>I just shouldn't think anymore tonight </em><br /><br /> </div></div><div style="margin-left:80px; text-align:left; "><div style="text-align:center; "><br />  </div><br />   </div>]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 05:46:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for June 17, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=24</link>
<description><![CDATA[<blockquote> <dl style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:rgb(0, 0, 191); "><dt>Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.</dt><dd><a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Mahatma_Gandhi/">Mahatma Gandhi</a><br />Indian political and spiritual leader  (1869 - 1948)</dd></dl><br /><br />He got it half right anyway.<br /> </blockquote>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 08:14:40 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for June 02, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=22</link>
<description><![CDATA[Pain -- I've known severe emotional pain in the past.  It's unpleasant (duh!) but so far has been survivable.<br /><br />Pain -- I now know physical pain so intense that word fail to even give me a shot at describing it.  I'd rather have 3 root canals done without Novocaine that what I went through today.<br />]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 07:12:52 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for March 27, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=21</link>
<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; "><br /><br />Don't now what the artist meant, but this strikes me as an evil cupid, or at least cupid's evil twin that breaks hearts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> ]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 14:34:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for March 22, 2007]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-7gbRyfk9eqWNp2R.a3c.?p=19</link>
<description><![CDATA[I ran across the following online.  I don't think there's much I can add to it.<br /> <br /> <div style="margin-left:40px; font-style:italic; "><span style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">...I was talking to a friend about it last night, looking for ways to find meaning from the hurt I was feeling at being let down by a loved one, and she told me the most poignant thing:</span>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">"You feel disappointment so keenly because you love people so much"</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">So is it the same when we feel disappointed or let down by our partners? Do we feel disappointment or hurt so keenly because we put our partners up on such a pedestal and expect them to always get it right? This was perhaps a little more complicated than I had first anticipated, and it made me wonder whether the fault was on them for not living up to our expectations or standards, or whether our standards were in fact what was at fault. Is it fair to expect the same level of respect and love that you offer so freely to those that you love?</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">I tell myself that I must lower my expectations of others and that I will do so in what they expect of me, but the reality is that I seem unable to do so.  I think the world of my friends. If I love someone I feel compelled to share this thought with them so that they might know that they are valued, and I constantly live in hope that the same feelings are felt in return.</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">But in taking a closer look, we realize that this is part of what love is about. Sharing our feelings of connection with others, and letting them know that what they do is valued. We feel a sense of togetherness when we are able to share our feelings with others. Love is also what keeps us coming back for more, keeps us trying to do things better, and helps us to keep trying even when we feel let down.</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">So how do we let go of the hurt?</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">Some would say that unconditional love is giving love without the expectation of reciprocation.  But it doesn't make it any easier.  Part of loving those around you is knowing that they share the same values as you, and that they will be there to support you when you need it. Knowing that quitting isn't an option, and that the benefit of hanging in there is going to deliver benefits to both of you is what keeps many people going. Telling your partner about your feelings and expectations is a hard thing to do, and exposes you to a certain amount of vulnerability. There is also the fear that your comments can be taken the wrong way, or that they can be used against you or interpreted as a criticism.</p>         <p style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">It's not about criticism. It's about helping your partner see why you feel the way you do. It's about helping communicate a part of what makes you tick. It may not be perfect, and it feels scary, but that is one of the most valuable parts of this exercise. In talking to a partner about your feelings and what leads you to feel these feelings is a valuable part of intimacy.  It's about getting to know each other better. </p>         <span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 191); "><span style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">And realizing that loving someone is about loving them even when they let you down.</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </span> </div>]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 13:14:09 GMT</pubDate>
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