<?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-5474077320270620437</id><updated>2012-01-14T00:58:07.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath Her Skin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483404603904226144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDETAyRm1qs/TwGL50fkfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-C7m9R1CfI/s220/332283_320961651252936_100000173126227_1511076_1648185297_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474077320270620437.post-8224310924323242648</id><published>2012-01-14T00:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:58:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TBH...</title><content type='html'>I hate Bruno Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Good day all of my NO followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5474077320270620437-8224310924323242648?l=underneathherskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/feeds/8224310924323242648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/tbh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/8224310924323242648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/8224310924323242648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/tbh.html' title='TBH...'/><author><name>isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483404603904226144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDETAyRm1qs/TwGL50fkfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-C7m9R1CfI/s220/332283_320961651252936_100000173126227_1511076_1648185297_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474077320270620437.post-7624832637271804945</id><published>2012-01-10T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:03:38.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Well. I just read my past two posts and did a little laugh to myself. I notice I'm very, how would you say?... Deep. And its kind of hilarious how my thoughts are like that when I'm not really like that to anyone unless I need to be, or unless someone comes to me for advice. And its funny because most of my friends call me 'mean' or 'sad' but oh well, they know I have a soft spot. But well I come on here to just vent out everything, to just blurt out anything and whatever I want to. I've been called sarcastic most of my life and I don't know but Sarcasm is just how I shrug things off and its the best way for me to do things. Most of my sentences involve sarcasm because most of my sentences involve jokes or mocks on people. I'm not a serious person, unless I have to be. People come to me for laughs or for advice and I think thats cool but eh' it won't get me anywhere in life. I guess I'm sooooo sarcastic that I don't really give a shit about some things. Sometimes I love you and sometimes I hate you, sometimes I'm on your side and sometimes I wont give a shit because as much as I'm a sarcastic person I'm also a lazy one. I won't fight for you unless I think its worth it and if it aint I'm a be right here on my ass... or in the art class like always. But yeah... this is pointless. I read a book about this chic who blogged about stuff and she got heaps of hits... which i doubt would happen in real life because her life was preeetty boring and what she blogged about was pretty stupid but well I guessed itd be a good way to just let out whatever I feel like. I'm a pretty straight up person but I'm not stupid to yaknow lay it out and get myself into some trouble I couldn't care less if you have drama just don't bring it near my crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISA... (fart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5474077320270620437-7624832637271804945?l=underneathherskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/feeds/7624832637271804945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/7624832637271804945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/7624832637271804945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483404603904226144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDETAyRm1qs/TwGL50fkfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-C7m9R1CfI/s220/332283_320961651252936_100000173126227_1511076_1648185297_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474077320270620437.post-2674711843981974860</id><published>2012-01-03T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:26:34.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on belief?</title><content type='html'>Its hard to believe in things you can't see, hear or feel but I think thats the whole point of belief. To have faith and to trust in something. I mean we don't always have to know what were believing in but we have to believe in that &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;and I think thats what makes our world so great. The strength inside that belief. It becomes more then just what it is, you begin to actually feel something, see something and hear things you haven't heard before. Not all physically but also emotionally because you opened yourself to other things that are possible in life. And most of all because now that we have tapped into some kind of something to believe in we can somehow believe we have a purpose. We can believe in ourselves a little bit more. Belief is something I value in my life but I don't necessarily believe in one thing. I do believe in God, which is as inevitable as I grew up as a Catholic, but also I believe in God because I &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to. I believe in him because I can and I see a purpose in it. But I also am against some of the ways some religions that are from Christianity praise God. Some of them say that you must live exactly what the bible says in order to be with God after death. Some Christians hate gays. And I simply think that is just disrespectful. All Christians say every way we are, we are by God. So why not 'gays'. Why not think God made them like that? Why not just accept them for who they are. Many of us have hated people for reasons that are stupid and to hate people for simply loving who they can't help loving is just plane stupid and disrespectful to them. Belief is good, but not when it changes you in a bad way, not when you decide to take your beliefs and shove it in someones face. The reason I mainly like being Catholic is because its a choice to go to church and it is also for many other churches but in being a Catholic your free to follow Jesus any way you want in the outer world and its not wrong. Even if I see it as something thats different, it isn't wrong because thats how we as individuals do things. So yeah, my beliefs are strong but their just different and they somehow make who I am because I have a belief in God, in Fate, in my friends and family and most importantly me. I believe in me because I believe in other things as well. And believing in others causes yourself to believe in yourself because you know that belief is real and that its there and that it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;January 2nd, 2&lt;span id="dtx-highlighting-item"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Underneath Her Skin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISA.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I do not mean to criticize anyone else' culture or religion this is simply what I believe and I have nothing against other religions. This is just how I would rather go about my beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5474077320270620437-2674711843981974860?l=underneathherskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/feeds/2674711843981974860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-on-belief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/2674711843981974860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/2674711843981974860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-on-belief.html' title='Thoughts on belief?'/><author><name>isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483404603904226144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDETAyRm1qs/TwGL50fkfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-C7m9R1CfI/s220/332283_320961651252936_100000173126227_1511076_1648185297_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474077320270620437.post-3368998551215756886</id><published>2012-01-02T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:58:30.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Life Goes On'</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life Goes On"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite quote for two reasons. First of all it gives me so much hope to know &lt;i&gt;Life Goes On &lt;/i&gt;because it tells me that when things get hard that it'll pass. Second of all it reminds me that happiness does not last forever. This may be seen as a negative to some but to me it is a positive. It scares me? Yeah sure as hell it does. To know that things such as death and tragedies? Yeah some people wouldn't want to live after things like that but as that quote above says &lt;i&gt;Life Goes On&lt;/i&gt;. It makes me feel sad that life 'does' have to go on when someone close to you dies. Because to have to live life on again without that person can be truly heart breaking. As my mother says "Its all a part of Gods plan for us. We just need to wait and see how it pans out".&lt;br /&gt;I read a book today it was "Between" by &lt;i&gt;Jessica Warman&lt;/i&gt;. It was really about a girl who died but did not go to Heaven or Hell, she ended up in what some may call &lt;i&gt;Limbo.&lt;/i&gt; She does not know how, why or what lead to her death and that is the reason why she is 'stuck'. She overlooks everyone as her death becomes known to her family, her friends and some strangers. Different people are inspired by different things and what this book did for me was make me think. Just &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;. It makes you realise and this turned into my &lt;b&gt;inspiration.&lt;/b&gt; To read about how people mourn, how people live and how people love. It was sad in this situation but also very interesting. Everyone in Liz's (the main character) life reacts differently to her death, some to be expected and some not to. She begins to see things she missed during her life but also misses some things that she wished she took more notice of. But while reading this book her father and soul mate struggle the most. They wonder where to turn and wonder &lt;i&gt;who &lt;/i&gt;to turn to. Her father turns to alcohol and her boyfriend to anyone or anything he can find comfort in (eg. drugs and affection). They go on living their lives but not really &lt;i&gt;living &lt;/i&gt;it the way it should be. But thats not why its hard. Its hard because there are memories and just because people die doesn't mean the memories do. The memories stay there, the good ones and the bad ones and you wonder about the 'ifs' which makes you stop living, it makes you forgot what 'is'. People die, memories don't. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life Goes On" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is my favourite quote because it is a couple of words with many meanings inside it. It tells you there is hope for more to happen but misery for those who do not open up themselves to more. We need to be more open to things. Not just see the bad but the good. Not what we want to but the truth. We have to risk opening ourselves to other things and people because if we dont... then there will be no life to go on with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 2nd, 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Underneath Her Skin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5474077320270620437-3368998551215756886?l=underneathherskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/feeds/3368998551215756886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/3368998551215756886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5474077320270620437/posts/default/3368998551215756886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneathherskin.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-goes-on.html' title='&apos;Life Goes On&apos;'/><author><name>isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483404603904226144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDETAyRm1qs/TwGL50fkfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-C7m9R1CfI/s220/332283_320961651252936_100000173126227_1511076_1648185297_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
