<?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-5554131</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:05.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Hutabarat</title><subtitle type='html'>born 4th June 1979</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554131.post-106984490827251498</id><published>2003-11-26T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T03:10:02.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;strong&gt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in love &lt;br /&gt;but I think I picked the bad time to be in love...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is timing everything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106984490827251498?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106984490827251498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106984490827251498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106984490827251498' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106241346933422551</id><published>2003-09-01T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T03:51:09.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the similarity between a shrimp and a man?&lt;br /&gt;You can enjoy all but the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the similarity between a dolphin and a man?&lt;br /&gt;They are both said to be intelligent, but no one can prove this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the similarity between a microwave oven and a man?&lt;br /&gt;They both get hot in 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't a man be both handsome and intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;Because that would make him a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a man's brain the size of a peanut?&lt;br /&gt;Because it is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are batteries better than men?&lt;br /&gt;Batteries have at least one positive end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take one million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;br /&gt;Because sperm are male and they refuse to ask directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men like the letter Q?&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a big fat zero with a small protrusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do fewer women get married these days?&lt;br /&gt;Because they would rather have bacon in the fridge, than a&lt;br /&gt;pig in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the similarity between a video recorder and a man?  They go&lt;br /&gt;forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, stop and eject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the male intelligence worth more than the female?&lt;br /&gt;It is rarer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men prefer to marry virgins?&lt;br /&gt;They cannot handle the criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call an attractive intelligent and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;man?&lt;br /&gt;A rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't men go through menopause?&lt;br /&gt;They never left puberty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106241346933422551?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106241346933422551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106241346933422551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106241346933422551' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106201108490132658</id><published>2003-08-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T12:04:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Seasons can change but it's glad to know&lt;br /&gt;that someone we love will live forever in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if lucky, there will be a plane to be caught"&lt;br /&gt;(Sex &amp; The City-Season 4-episode 18)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106201108490132658?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106201108490132658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106201108490132658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106201108490132658' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106182840470284985</id><published>2003-08-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T09:27:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What It Takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..(boys) before I met you I was F-I-N-E&lt;br /&gt;but your love made me a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;yeah my heart's been doing time&lt;br /&gt;you spent me up like money&lt;br /&gt;then you hung me out to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS EASY TO KEEP ALL YOUR LIES IN DISGUISE&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU HAD ME IN DEEP WITH THE DEVIL IN YOUR EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHAT IT TAKES TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HOW THE PAIN'S SUPPOSED TO GO&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HOW IT IS THAT YOU CAN SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NIGHT &lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT THINKING YOU LOST EVERYTHING THAT WAS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR LIFE TO THE TOSS OF THE DICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT YOU'RE HAPPY THAT YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE ALONE&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT YOUR BODY DOESN'T MISS MY TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT MY LOVE DIDN'T MEAN THAT MUCH&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT YOU AIN'T DYIN' WHEN YOU'RE CRYIN FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHO'S TO BLAME FOR THINKING TWICE&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BURN IN PARADISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO, LET IT GO, LET IT GO, LET IT GO, LET IT GO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aerosmith-What It Takes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106182840470284985?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106182840470284985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106182840470284985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182840470284985' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106171972157042053</id><published>2003-08-24T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T03:08:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just for a minute I thought I was in control,&lt;br /&gt;now I am oh-so petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be an idol &lt;br /&gt;see the pedestal is high &lt;br /&gt;and I am afraid of heights."&lt;br /&gt;(Alanis Morissette-Not the Doctor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106171972157042053?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106171972157042053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106171972157042053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106171972157042053' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106154768567973523</id><published>2003-08-22T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T03:21:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"One woman's trash is another woman's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman's titanic is another woman's love boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman pornograph is another woman's sexual leader "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sex in the city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;So is one woman's sorrow is another woman's pleasure?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dwi, if you read this, I want to know!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106154768567973523?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106154768567973523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106154768567973523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106154768567973523' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-10612948129640572</id><published>2003-08-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T05:06:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a terrible thing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But most people do that. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for what u've had.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for what u don't have.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to say than to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrases come everyday but that won't make us better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go on and say yes, and really mean no&lt;br /&gt;would you rather guess, when you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;and then say i love you, but aren't willing to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say live and let live, then so quick to judge&lt;br /&gt;slow to forgive, when you're holding a grudge&lt;br /&gt;don't always believe, that all you need is love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How Many Say I-Van Hallen)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-10612948129640572?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/10612948129640572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/10612948129640572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10612948129640572' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106094176206366261</id><published>2003-08-15T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T03:07:05.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Heart feels what the brain thinks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I make my own world, creating bad atmosphere, torturing myself and becoming an irrational person. Then in second thought I realize, it's phetatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe every rose has its thorn.&lt;br /&gt;Just like every night has its down.&lt;br /&gt;Just like every cowboy sing their sad, sad, song. &lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its thorn... (Poison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about all my misery and never thanks with all I've had.&lt;br /&gt;I watch "Shallow Hall" about 22 times and I got touched. But I still don't want to imply it in my real life!! How could that be? I thanked the Lord for what I have but argued His will about what I don't have. Is it so hard to be a truly Gemini?&lt;br /&gt;Man..the last word shows that I'm such a fool but by thinking it is, I m such a realist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says "All you need is just a little patience."&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I don't have choice. &lt;br /&gt;Besides "Every dog has its day..." &lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106094176206366261?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106094176206366261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106094176206366261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106094176206366261' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106061579566902761</id><published>2003-08-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T08:29:55.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let go!!&lt;br /&gt;Let go let go let go let go let go&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling low&lt;br /&gt;I remember losing hope&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the days when the feeling started &lt;br /&gt;and the day they stopped.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am innocence...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106061579566902761?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106061579566902761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106061579566902761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061579566902761' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-106040644947774485</id><published>2003-08-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T22:20:49.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think I should let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's world is fulfilled by his own mind.&lt;br /&gt;A woman's world is fulfilled by all her feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-106040644947774485?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106040644947774485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/106040644947774485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106040644947774485' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105989229536476926</id><published>2003-08-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T23:31:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Spirit Dreams Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake from a nightmare now &lt;br /&gt;in the day it haunts me &lt;br /&gt;It slowly tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;With dreams of a distance love&lt;br /&gt;I M A WONDERING SATELLITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the wasteland&lt;br /&gt;I see you smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;a vision out of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU MAKE IT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD ME WITH YOUR LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADING FOR THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE THE SADNESS BEHIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing oceans dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world spinning out of time&lt;br /&gt;won't somebody stop me&lt;br /&gt;I MAY BE LOSING MY WAY&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU MAKE IT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR ME AS I CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, I ask&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, I ask &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I HERE&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I LOST &lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD ME WITH YOUR LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEP INSIDE I GO&lt;br /&gt;DEEP INSIDE I GO&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT DREAMS INSIDE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Soundtrack Final Fintasy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Dwi:I picked the right person to watch the "gig" last nite.  Thank you &amp; God     Bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105989229536476926?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105989229536476926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105989229536476926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105989229536476926' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105958719912478638</id><published>2003-07-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T10:46:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beauty is programmed.  We see beautiful people in magazine, TV, newspaper....&lt;br /&gt;and that's how beauty's created.  Is beauty only skin deep?  Mostly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105958719912478638?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105958719912478638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105958719912478638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958719912478638' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105941544280506497</id><published>2003-07-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T11:04:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It s been a while, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some thought:&lt;br /&gt;" There are two days about which nobody should ever worry,&lt;br /&gt;and those are yesterday and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with only today to cope with, the burden becomes lighter,&lt;br /&gt;for nobody ever stumbled under the burden of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only when they add yesterdays and tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;to the load they are carrying, that is become unbearable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Helen Steiner Rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look who's talking???? :) At least it is worth to try.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105941544280506497?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105941544280506497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105941544280506497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941544280506497' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105803426606418122</id><published>2003-07-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:24:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;At least I am now starting again.  That is not too loathsome as we thought (but hopefully this feeling will last long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I realize I still wait with full-conciousness.  Some things are so hard to let go.  Although it is not worth at all.  Heart wants just what heart wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is all the answer and that is for sure." (John Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;Is that so???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, I am so sick of having nobody (Dumb &amp; Dumber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we all have to make peace with our own. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105803426606418122?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105803426606418122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105803426606418122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105803426606418122' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105790199435660031</id><published>2003-07-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T22:39:54.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105790199435660031?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105790199435660031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105790199435660031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105790199435660031' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105785328552322579</id><published>2003-07-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T09:08:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is there anything more petrifying than loneliness itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder people often make terrible choice to avoid loneliness."&lt;br /&gt;(Charles M. Schulz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it seems there's no even choice at all.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105785328552322579?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105785328552322579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105785328552322579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785328552322579' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105783682152565852</id><published>2003-07-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T04:33:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It is said that only mellow people can write accurately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, now what?&lt;br /&gt;I always run, but surely I have to stop hiding. I have to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Got stucked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105783682152565852?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105783682152565852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105783682152565852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105783682152565852' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105766972641020763</id><published>2003-07-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:08:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friend of mine recommend "High Fidelity" when I was totally cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it. That was fine. But still doesn't answer the question. "Why me?"&lt;br /&gt;R we about to find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me, Myself &amp; Irene"&lt;br /&gt;Luv you Jim!! He's the funiest man alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truman Show"&lt;br /&gt;Man! 4 words: "Much Ado About Nothing"!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105766972641020763?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105766972641020763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105766972641020763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105766972641020763' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105764080151004929</id><published>2003-07-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:07:12.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 types of man you don't want to live with (and you'd better live without):&lt;br /&gt;1.spoilt-rich boys who always depend on his father's bucks but abandon their talents&lt;br /&gt;2.boys who don't have goals, aims or motivation&lt;br /&gt;3.one night, one week, or less than one month stander&lt;br /&gt;4.gambler, woman-beater, drunker, drug user, code name: loser.&lt;br /&gt;5.one who can not make decision and always says: " up to you".&lt;br /&gt;6.WOMANIZER...(don't have to explain furthermore)&lt;br /&gt;7.stingy people who only spend money for their own needs&lt;br /&gt;8.LIAR LIAR&lt;br /&gt;9.Irresponsible and afraid of committing with somebody (in fact he only thinks about his self)&lt;br /&gt;10.Boys who don't want to loose fans, always give hope even though they only enjoy it and never think about other's feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man....why do they make it so hard?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105764080151004929?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105764080151004929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105764080151004929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764080151004929' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105760723393039747</id><published>2003-07-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T12:47:54.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On 2.12 AM  I found one unread message in my inbox.  Topic: "Should Us?"&lt;br /&gt;About how Christian should go to church regularly.  Man! I didn't go to church for the last three months and now somebody from far, whom I only go out with once, whom I never really talk to, sent me that. How come?&lt;br /&gt;Guess &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God works in all ways my friend....all ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105760723393039747?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105760723393039747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105760723393039747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105760723393039747' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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-5554131.post-105759481714743987</id><published>2003-07-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T09:20:17.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;It was a good question. Nobody never. It surely did. &lt;br /&gt;But let's not too mellow about it. There're always up and downs. There will always be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched 3 movies. They were "The Pianist", "Ocean's Eleven", and "Mirror Has Two Faces". Yeah they were three completly different movies. The last one is a little bit too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was "Addicted To Love" in Star Movies.  So sweet.  Get even yield love. Two desperados made pairs. But how about one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhuu? I make you famous. (William H. Booney-Young Guns II)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dwik.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554131-105759481714743987?l=borntobeizzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105759481714743987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554131/posts/default/105759481714743987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeizzz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759481714743987' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963654259227217773</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>
