<?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-217785069027541914</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:12:43.918-08:00</updated><category term='BLOG´S NAME...'/><title type='text'>Back to reality OOOHHH... There goes gravity..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-68325005797904531</id><published>2012-01-13T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:52:17.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best gift you've ever given or received</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It’s the weather that sets you in the mood; it’s the food that makes you be comfortable and you feel like it’s already here, yes, it´s ¨Christmas¨. This is the time of year when you realize another year went by; you get to pick gifts for your loved ones. For me the best gift I ever received was the understanding of the value in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Gifts, friends, jingles, prayers, food, and Santa, all this makes Christmas so amazing. But what if you couldn’t have all of these things for this Christmas? Like all the material gifts, the newest computer, the fastest cell phone. Some people need more than this, because not every season gets to be the best of our seasons. When your life feels like it has no goal or final destination, you need hope, faith, and some need fulfillment. But sometimes our journey in life doesn’t allow us to watch but see, it doesn’t allow us to listen but hear, and we don’t speak we talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I learned this year that the best gift is when you can take a peek at the world around you, like when you are walking in the street and you look at an old lady that needs a hand going to the other side of the street, or a young man that is being led by his dog because he has no sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Your eyes can let you view not only watch; a story doesn’t have a prize. Like when you are just waiting for the next stop and the look on a person´s face when they miss the bus it’s like they were missing their reason in life, they kick the air, they yell at the wind, and they curse their world, like it has no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Gifts are over rated, they could be material ones, but they don’t always make you feel happy. Material life doesn’t mean you will feel fulfilled. Your life can only be completed by little details. Your family, what your parents do every morning or when you get to see them that annoys you but when you are by yourself you just can’t stop laughing by remembering those moments, or the special way they have to treat you in front of others, even though you are no longer a kid. What your siblings do that make you feel so special, and it brings back old memories which make you feel like a child all over again. Prayers every day, or that special someone that is starting to make you feel loved in a way that you´ve never felt before in your life, or when you are holding hands and it makes your heart beat fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;For me Christmas is more about those things that make you feel alive, because the best part of life is not only to view but to enjoy the ride. Like when your arms want to hold someone in the countdown... Three, two, one. These moments are my special gifts in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Written by: Stephanie Escriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-68325005797904531?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/68325005797904531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-gift-youve-ever-given-or-received.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/68325005797904531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/68325005797904531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-gift-youve-ever-given-or-received.html' title='The best gift you&apos;ve ever given or received'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-5795847847093065155</id><published>2012-01-13T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:51:37.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los dos Mucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Diego de Guate que tiene un cuate que se llama Luis, a Luis le fascina ir a chingar, con sus otros cuates también.  Siempre le tienen que dar jalón al huevon de Manuel que le da “hueva” llevar su carro. Siempre que salen no puede faltar que Jorge haga algún clavo y que Diego le chifle para que se vaya a chupar con él.  Cuando Jorge se pone bien bolo o bien socado, siempre para tirando la huaca y se cae en las banquetas dándose unos grandes huamazos.  Siempre que Jorge hace estos grandes clavos es tan típico de Diego que se masque, porque dicen que así es la mara en Guate, bien mascada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cuando todos salen a parrandear al que le fascina cantinearse a las chavas es a Luis, porque que siempre que Jorge pide coperacha, Luis se da la vuelta para ir a echar la famosa “casaca”, pero al final se pone demasiado engazado y la pobre chava “de la noche” como que no puede agarrar la onda, pero ni modo la pobre se queda oyendo el montón de casaca que el otro le dá, pero ¡puchica! Cuando uno oye lo que le está diciendo ya siente que le va a tirar el chaye, es que agarra mucha aviada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Pero por si las moscas están pensando otra cosa, Luis solo lo hace para sacarles aunque sea una agarradita.   Pero siempre al final de la noche la chava le para gritando, ¡SHO LUIS, YA SHO! ¡No te voy a dar soque! A lo que Luis siempre dice, Ay Pobre ¡huira!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Diego siempre ha sido súper pilas en la “U”, todos dicen que es re buso, y las patojas en la clase se mueren por él, no faltaba más. Aunque todas se le tiran encima, él está enamorado de la chava que se sienta a la par de él en Mate.  Porque si conocieran a Diego, ese si no es ni bolo, ni pelado, no es huevon, pero eso sí, le fascina papalotear. Ella que es tan “mish” entonces no se la puede cantinear tan fácil. Y hay veces que Diego se pela de lo sheca que es, es lo que más le llega a ella, pero eso sí, le ahueva que la batee pero grueso. Pero pues, ella como que trata de puyarlo para que la saque aunque sea al cine o si no que le dé para sus chicles aunque sea, (broma).  Pero Diego que es mas mula ni se da cuenta, ¡se pela pues!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;En el recreo de la U, todas sus cuatas le dijeron: Hay vos Vero, no seas tan hueca, ¡andá a hablarle! Que Chingas con no quererle hablar, si ese es un mango.  Mira le pues, sólo le decís: Vamos al cine, hay una peli que está bien virga. Vas a ver que no te dice que no. Tal vez y se paran acuchuchando, pero eso sí, hay cerras bien las ¡canillas! No le vayas a soltar pero ni mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;La cosa es que Diego tuvo una chamusca en la ”U” y todas sus cuatas llamaron a la Vero para que se fueran a verlo, en la entrada no las dejaban entrar, entonces María, la mejor amiga empezó  a decirle al de la puerta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;-Ala, Uste, no sea tan mala onda, mire pues es que fíjese que lo que pasa es que cuando nos dijeron que había un juego la semana pasada dijimos: Vamos, hombre. ¡Ala Pooorfa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;-Va pues entren, solo porque están bien chulas. Contestó el Portero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;María durante la chamusca no paro de tirarle los perros a Luis, y Luis se la paso gritando “Tuuusha, Tuuusha, Tuuuusha”.  La cosa es que María y Luis al final ya estaban tirándose la onda mutuamente. Y los shutes de los amigos va de ver, porque querían ver si se agarraban o no. María les dijo a los patojos: ¡Vos sholco y vos Ishto, ya estuvo suave, dejen de shutear a la mara que si tiene una vida! Entonces Jorge gritó: -Bueno Muchá, creo que todos estamos acá solo para ver que Diego y la Vero se digan que se gustan, que no chinguen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;La Vero se paro y le dijo a Diego, “Hay no tus amigos que shumos, yo no vine a eso, pero si me llegás, porque cuando te veo casi que me da el patatush, porque se me para el corazón, sos como ese chavo re cuentero pero así me gustas. Yo sé que soy un poco pizpireta pero sé que así te gusto, así que ¿sabes qué? ¡Vamos al cine!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Diego se rió en una forma sarcástica y le contestó: “Vos si me saliste relamida, pero sí la verdad estás bien chula y aunque estés choca y todo me llegás.”  Es que es linda, ¿Verdá muchá? Y todos dijeron – ¡Siii!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Diego le dijo, Vos Vero, ¿tenés frio? ¿Querés mi chumpa? Y la Vero le contestó, Ala, si porfis! Pero vamos a barranquear un rato antes de irnos, Ala porfa Diego, no seas ¡culero! Y después me llevas a comer shucos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Diego y la Vero salieron corriendo y la Vero gritó a lo lejos: PRIMAS COMER SHUCOS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLORIN COLORADO ESTE CUENTO SE  HA ACABADO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrito por: Stephanie Escriu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-5795847847093065155?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/5795847847093065155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2012/01/los-dos-mucos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/5795847847093065155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/5795847847093065155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2012/01/los-dos-mucos.html' title='Los dos Mucos'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-2976598269219581181</id><published>2009-10-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:08:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño ligero de amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te vi por vez primera y me tembló hasta la cadera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuerte te abrace esta mañana frente a la ventana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tus ojos llenos de luceros me marcaron mis senderos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un día de enero me prometió que serias para siempre mi febrero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunque no tenía esperanzas, me llenaste con tus enseñanzas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada mañana te observaba desde mi ventana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con un anhelo para verte siempre por el riachuelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El sábado en la noche, soñé que íbamos en tú coche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu mano rosaba mi mejilla, y me encendí como una bombilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estábamos los dos cuando me dio un ataque de tos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La alarma sonó e instantáneamente me despertó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algún día serás mío cuando te encuentre en el pasillo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que no sea solo un sueño y tú seas mi único dueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escrito por: Stephanie Escriu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-2976598269219581181?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/2976598269219581181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/10/sueno-ligero-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2976598269219581181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2976598269219581181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/10/sueno-ligero-de-amor.html' title='Sueño ligero de amor.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-2222556330255094831</id><published>2009-04-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:34:48.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNA ENTRADA ESPECIAL.</title><content type='html'>Tengo un amigo muy especial que me pidió si podía escribir en español.  Será un placer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es un revoltijo, podemos estar unos acá otros allá.  Todos podemos encontrarnos en partes no cercanas o cercanas en este mundo.  Al fin de al cabo todos estamos y vivimos casi exactamente lo mismo, solo que en diferentes escenarios.  Yo pienso a veces que todos pensamos que lindo sería vivir en otra parte, que nos hace pensar que este otro lugar va a ser diferente, o allí si nos va a ir bien!? Pero es muy bueno pensar en nuevos horizontes, pensar que en que la vida trae nuevas oportunidades, nueva gente. Incluso podemos pensar que talvez hasta encontremos a alguien que podamos llegar a querer mucho mas de lo que analizamos.  Es importante discutir de nuestros sueños que tenemos en el interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Una frase que escuche una vez, y se quedo por siempre conmigo, es ¨EL QUE NO SUEÑA NO VIVE¨.  Y es cierto, como puede la gente simplemente vivir, pero no soñar.  Soñar hace que todo este mundo, lleno de obstaculos, inseguridades, problemas, gente mala, momentos no gratos, pasen desapercibidos, porque siempre vamos a estar viendo a ese horizonte el cual nos hace seguir soñando.  Los fomento a seguir soñando, jamás se den por vencidos todos aquellos sueños que tienen SÍGANLOS! Cualquier persona que les llegue a decir lo contrario, escúchenlo y piensen lo que ésta persona paso para llegar a decir semejante cosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es importante tambien siempre que vamos a seguir un sueño y cuando estamos a punto de lograrlo. JAMÁS, JAMÁS, JAMÁS, olvidemos quienes somos, y de donde venimos, siempre con nuestros pies en la tierra, nada pero nada puede salir mal.  Todo es nuevo y lleno de belleza en el exterior, pero si nuestro interior se vuelve tedioso y feo entonces allí ya no es nuestro sueño si no el de alguien más, alguien que tomo nuestro puesto por volverse una persona llena de EGO! Y eso si no está bien, la humildad es el mejor amigo de todas las personas, cuando uno es humilde uno puede hablar con todas las personas no importando su estátus social, o lo que sea, es importante siempre pero siempre RECORDAR QUIEN SOY Y DE DONDE VENGO. Y jamás dejen de soñar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Día ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-2222556330255094831?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/2222556330255094831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-entrada-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2222556330255094831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2222556330255094831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-entrada-especial.html' title='UNA ENTRADA ESPECIAL.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-1951361958456976857</id><published>2009-04-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:48:11.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SECURITY OR INSECURITY!?</title><content type='html'>I really like to give thanks everyday just for being able to be a part of it, for everything I have up to this moment.  It is sad how our society is always talking about the insecurity and bad things we are having these days! The way our eyes see the perspective of the world. This is the way we are used to, on every matter in life, sometimes even in love.  How come everyone is being so negative these days? Am i being a part of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is the time to unite forces to just give your dear one a hug, or just to think that life might end tomorrow and what have you done until this day!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is important for me to say also that life is always bringing new surprises, and it is our duty to just open our arms and hug the surprises.  They can be bad or good, but we have to give a great perspective about everything that might happen, today, tomorrow, the day after that, any day.  Let´s just give our best face to whatever may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just something I had in mind, have a nice day. And happy Easter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephie!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-1951361958456976857?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/1951361958456976857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/security-or-insecurity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/1951361958456976857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/1951361958456976857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/security-or-insecurity.html' title='SECURITY OR INSECURITY!?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-8519693641415022796</id><published>2009-04-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:44:33.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ?</title><content type='html'>How often do you read? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a great thing you can do, is to start to read, it gives you a great start point, when you feel that your imagination is not good at all. When you read, it can make your imagination go beyond you ever thought it could. You feel you are in another whole world, plus its excellent for your vocabulary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should motivate ourselves to read more, because statistically it is proven that when people read, play sudoku´s, do cross words, etc. It makes us 20 years younger in our mind. It makes us think faster and easier in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hate reading. I thought I hated it, and one day an old friend invited me to go to Barnes and Noble, and we would always go, my friend would read a book and I would read a magazine. And then my friend motivated me to read one book, any book. I thought if I took 3 hours reading a magazine I would be able to read a book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I finally chose a book, I am not going to say the name because it was a terrible book. But it was entertaining. After that one I went back and bought my second one, and then I started looking  for more books, and I read, and read. So now I enjoy READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been interested in stories, and in the past, and ever since I started to read, I love them even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somethings even make you admire people´s goals, wouldnt you like to think that sometimes we just lose all of our dreams and lose all of those things we used to have when we were younger!? Well with books like these we can see that everybody has dreams, goals, achievements, and that if we don´t dream we dont LIVE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day and God bless you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-8519693641415022796?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/8519693641415022796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8519693641415022796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8519693641415022796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/read.html' title='READ?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-8162258929984812180</id><published>2009-04-03T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:35:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Week</title><content type='html'>Well, on this week, everyone starts thinking about VACATIONS! We have it as a natural instinct, but have you thought about why are we on vacations!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it´s an excellent time in which we can meditate of all the things we have. Right now is holly week, a week which we should thank God for all that we have, or for those people that don´t have anything.  It is very important to think that this is not only to have fun, but also to spend time with family and to spend quality time with God, it is important for us to stay with our feet in the ground and be able to talk to other people of what these special days are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was watching a movie, in which a person said that it was so hard to tell someone to forgive you, to pay attention to you, and how we can forgive a person more than once, and that person doesnt give anything in return. Isn´t that what we do to God everyday, maybe he is looking to us from up above and saying SON/DAUGHTER.. talk to me, and we are just hanging out with friends, or with our boyfriend or girlfriend, or things that have nothing to do with him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is the right moment to talk to Him, and have a relationship with Him, and not just when we are in trouble. Wouldn´t it be nice to talk to him everyday just to say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, FOR MY HEALTH, FOR MY FAMILY, FOR MY DOG, CAT, PARROT, ETC. or just for SCHOOL, MY JOB, FOR MY TEST, FOR MY PROFESSOR, FOR MY CAR, FOR MY FRIEND, for anything, insted of please, help me. Which is not bad to do, we can always ask for His help, but wouldnt it be nicer if we give thanks instead of just asking for help all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just wrote this today because I would love to put a little seed in all of our hearts, and make you think that God is there everyday and he is not only in our problems, he is also there when we win a test, when we have a smile in our face, when a special moment happens, when we get promoted, wouldn´t we just like to spend that time with Him. SAYING THANK YOU FOR THIS MOMENT! I hope this gets into our minds and souls, and we can start thanking more than asking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day!!&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY HOLLY WEEK! REMEMBER TO PRAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-8162258929984812180?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/8162258929984812180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8162258929984812180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8162258929984812180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-days.html' title='Holly Week'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-2076858160583381444</id><published>2009-02-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:27:32.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON´T GET STRESSED..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been going out with lot´s of girls, who just can´t wait to get married.  I was thinking why girls just can´t enjoy each stage on their lives.  In latin cultures, the majority of girls begin to stress, because they  are not married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;There is always a reason why people, girls or girls are alone. Maybe its just for you to begin taking your family for granted. Your family is a very important factor in your life, we should enjoy them every single second.  Life is not that long, and family is not always going to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;If you´re parents gave everything, or maybe they didnt, but its this life we were called to live. So there is always a second chance on how we live our own life. Take them for a nice meal, call your grandmother every once in a while.  Call your cousins, text your friends, go enjoy every single person that makes your life important.  It is so amazing how people just let life go along without noticing all the little things that go on right before us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Have you ever taken the time to really look at the trees? Have you ever enjoyed an excellent landscape? Have you ever travelled with your friends? Have you ever called a friend to see if they are, ok? Have you ever smiled, just because you remembered something super funny? Have you ever listened to a song thinking about good memories? Have you ever done anything special for your anyone close? Have you ever done anything that really matters?  If the answer is no, well we all have one life to live, and one life only, this life should matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All human beings are just living the moment, the rush in life.  We just think about money and what it can bring to us.  And if we don´t have it we are not happy.  And if we do, we are not happy either. Dont let life become the subject "when", when I have a car I will... When I have a house I will... When I have that job I will... When I graduate I will.. Lets try starting today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are not happy right now, what makes you think that a person, job, car, or luxury will do in your life!?  A person never brings fullfillment into our lives. Of course I don´t say its beautiful to love, or be loved, its an amazing feeling but if we just dont accept who we are, what we are, who our family is, how can we ever accept this other person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe its just time to begin meditating in all these little things and try just being happy everyday.  Smiling and laughing is the best feeling a person could have, ever.  I just love when I can laugh for hours with friends.  If you can feel super good with yourself and by yourself you wont need anything else to fill you. Anything that you are supposed to live, will come along.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow we always expect we should have someone next to us, there are some people that cannot be by themselves for a second, and they just end up in rebound relationships.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime you are with a person you put emotions into that relationship.  If you have too many people in your life, then what happens is that you are going to carry too many history into the other relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An example I love is that a person is like a coca-cola. First you are closed, then the first person (relationship) opens the coke and takes a sip, but you never stay with the first person, so the next one comes and  takes the second sip. Now you as a coca-cola re not as filled as the beginning. And imagen if for every relationship we have had meant a sip from our coca-cola. What would you have for the last person to drink. Not even a sip? Will you be empty by then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When  you know that you are ready for something is that moment when you feel good being alone, and happy. You just f&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;eel complete by yourself, in that moment you know that you waited enough time for your coke to fill up again.  More when you have God in your heart and soul, you know that He is The one you can count on. He is our free re-fill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt; Have a nice day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-2076858160583381444?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/2076858160583381444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-get-stressed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2076858160583381444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/2076858160583381444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-get-stressed.html' title='DON´T GET STRESSED..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-6708391208592554811</id><published>2009-02-11T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:11:03.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like people who are positive, because maybe things can be awful but if you look always at the bright side of the situation, then you are going to end up just enjoying the moment you are having.  Remember we have one life and one life only, this one is short and should live it happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we just don´t realize how short it is, but if you just realize how our grandparents tell us how when they were young. Everything was so different and how they didn´t do anything of what we do nowadays.  So just think about this whenever you are going to say something negative, and get it out of your system.. THINK ABOUT IT TWICE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love being positive, whenever I lose something I try not getting angry its just material stuff, there are things more important here on earth that those things.  Here is an example, like when you just love a pair of jeans and they are your favorite ones and then all of the sudden, they are all white, the bleach messed them up. If this happens you just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A.. lose it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B.. lose it.. or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C.. lose it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why should we people be like that!? We should just be grateful because now we have the opportunity to think. Sometimes we don´t understand the reason, why things go a different way, than what we would want. How uncool, right!? Just go to a store and buy another pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then there are the things you just can´t change because its not of value, but they are worth feelings, things you just look at and you remember of. Lifetime memories.. WOW those hurt.. But, just think that you had it long enough to appreciate it, and getting mad and being really mean with other people is not going to bring your "ITEM" back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JUST BE POSITIVE PEOPLE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XOXO, And...... back to reality.. haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-6708391208592554811?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/6708391208592554811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/6708391208592554811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/6708391208592554811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive.html' title='POSITIVE...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-8960643738422312829</id><published>2009-02-11T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:03:52.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE..</title><content type='html'>VALENTINES DAY IS COMMING UP.. what are you doing? do you have a date!? Well if you don´t, think of fun things to do with your friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don´t need to go out with a person you are in love, but you can also just go out and have fun with a friend, with your parents, with family, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go bowling, rent a movie, or just go to the movies, go dancing, do exciting things you wouldn´t do and please don´t get depressed.  Always remember that Valentine´s is not only for people who are in love, but also for those of you who have really good friends, friends for life.  Go and show them how much you love them with a little detail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY NICE VALENTINE´S DAY THIS FEBRUARY 14th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER BACK TO REALITY, JUST LIVE IN YOUR REALITY AND DREAM ABOUT SOMETHING NEW FOR NEXT YEAR lol, maybe a guy or girl comes along!!.. ;) and always BE POSITIVE... ALWAYS, ALWAYS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-8960643738422312829?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/8960643738422312829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8960643738422312829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/8960643738422312829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='LOVE..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217785069027541914.post-882762273483680377</id><published>2009-02-11T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:02:29.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOG´S NAME...'/><title type='text'>BACK TO REALITY OHH THERE GOES GRAVITY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love how this sounds.  You may be in that time where you are thinking about anything or just taking a break on something when you just realize you are just dreaming. So, that is the right moment to say.. BACK TO REALITY OOOOHHH there goes gravity!!! :) and that is why I decided to name my blog this way, because we have to be dreamers but always know when to come back to our reality. And keep on living until we achieve our dreams. Get ready to have fun, thank you for reading my BLOG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;REALITY NOT AN OPTION...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/217785069027541914-882762273483680377?l=backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/882762273483680377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-reality-ohh-there-goes-gravity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/882762273483680377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/217785069027541914/posts/default/882762273483680377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtoreality-steph.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-reality-ohh-there-goes-gravity.html' title='BACK TO REALITY OHH THERE GOES GRAVITY..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04434954887014375985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdhCbTmbNOg/S4au_XzYlJI/AAAAAAAAABI/hiZecO7oGn0/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
