<?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-6857530</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:58.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog is being dedicated to the memory of my life, it will contain real stories, about real events.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857530.post-108352547626016963</id><published>2004-05-02T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:11:17.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out In The Open (Finally)</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday Cai finally admitted that she didn't like me the way i like her.  I'd been dropping her hints that i liked her for the past couple weeks, from giving her things, to offering to do stuff outside the norm.  I think it feels a lot better to have the person i like know i do, then to just hide it inside like i've done with other people.  The best part about it though is that now that it's out in the open, she still wants to be friends, which is all I was hoping for in the firsty place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857530-108352547626016963?l=mylifemylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108352547626016963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108352547626016963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352547626016963' title='Out In The Open (Finally)'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857530.post-108342477170712538</id><published>2004-05-01T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:12:56.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Considering Love</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning for seemingly noreason at all, it just felty like i needed to get up.  As I was sitting at my computer, waiting for someone to sign on to MSN, i realized something, i was home sick.  Now right at the time it didn't make much sense to me, but then I started to think about different sayings that had for home, "there's no place like home." "home is were the heart is." and so on.  And i got to thinking about the second one, "home is where the heart is." well I was sure my heart wasn't here, os that made sense, and than i thought about the first one, "there's no place like home." and that at first didn't make sense to me, then it ocurred to me that home wasn't a place, it was a person, or at least for me it is.  You see, home is where the heart is, and my heart is with her, and there's no place like home, well if she's my home, than it's completely true, because there's no ne like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857530-108342477170712538?l=mylifemylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108342477170712538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108342477170712538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342477170712538' title='Considering Love'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857530.post-108333532850866339</id><published>2004-04-30T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T19:30:44.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Screw-up</title><content type='html'>well everyone, I've managed to do it again, it seems to me that every time I start making friends, or get people to start trusting me, i manage to screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came to school early, in order to hang out with some of my "friends," I used quotation marks because I’m not sure if I should consider them friends or not, anyways, when I arrived at school none of the people I knew where there, and instead of wait in the commons, alone, I decided to wait by the door, so I could talk to them as they came in, unfortunately it didn’t work out so well.  You see, when my friends arrived, they exclaimed “oh my god, Andrew this time you’ve crossed the line between anonymous person at the door, and stalker.” I tried to explain to them what I had been doing, but I don’t think it worked.  So now it’s back to another two to three weeks of building up their trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857530-108333532850866339?l=mylifemylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108333532850866339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108333532850866339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333532850866339' title='Another Screw-up'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857530.post-108324789517814166</id><published>2004-04-29T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:38:12.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for My Love</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem a while back, and I've been meaning to get it out in public, but I've never had the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Andrew Gleich, Ruoy Eman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love of mine, oh love of mine&lt;br /&gt;I can not speak your name.&lt;br /&gt;For if I say a single word,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love of mine, oh love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is auburn-gold.&lt;br /&gt;It flaps and flutters in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Like the beloved kite I’ve sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love of mine, oh love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the stars in my sky.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle and blaze, shine and sparkle,&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are quite shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love of mine, oh love of mine&lt;br /&gt;I love you near or far.&lt;br /&gt;I can not help but look at you,&lt;br /&gt;While my mouth hangs ajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love of mine, oh love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Whatever shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken, my soul’s in tatters,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve given it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this poem helps you find a way to express your feelings towards a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: if you would like to use this poem just e-mail and tell me, and then say my name when you use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857530-108324789517814166?l=mylifemylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108324789517814166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108324789517814166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324789517814166' title='A Poem for My Love'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857530.post-108316137721139676</id><published>2004-04-28T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:38:42.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thoughts</title><content type='html'>this is my first post.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it turns out right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857530-108316137721139676?l=mylifemylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108316137721139676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857530/posts/default/108316137721139676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemylove.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316137721139676' title='First Thoughts'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211516579277565327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
