<?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-18498726</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:44.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to believe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>To the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169992620428095331</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18498726.post-113580452894466405</id><published>2005-12-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:15:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you know don't you? It seems everyone knew, only I did not. Why did you not tell me? I thought you were my friend. Here I was making a fool of myself and you never said anything. You could've tried to warn me. I know what you are going to say, "I couldn't, not with you already decided.", but still you are my friend you should have tried. Well now what is done, is done. I have made a fool of myself. But, really could you blame me for acting the way I did. Oh! you do blame me. Well, maybe I am the one at fault. But, that incident really hurt me, more than I care to admit. What would have you done in that situation. No don't answer that. I know the answer. OK, here's the deal. I am going to go and say sorry.  Will let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18498726-113580452894466405?l=ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113580452894466405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18498726&amp;postID=113580452894466405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113580452894466405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113580452894466405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-you-know-dont-you-it-seems-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>To the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169992620428095331</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18498726.post-113140112891738019</id><published>2005-11-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:05:28.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choices! Every moment you have to make a choice. So, make peace with your choice. Don't fight it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18498726-113140112891738019?l=ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113140112891738019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18498726&amp;postID=113140112891738019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113140112891738019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113140112891738019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/2005/11/choices-every-moment-you-have-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>To the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169992620428095331</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18498726.post-113088410961589959</id><published>2005-11-01T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:28:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She hates conflicts. It takes up too much of her energy. So she ignores and she ignores and she ignores some more. But, then one small things breaks the fragile peace that she is trying to maintain. And gone is the calm, it turns her world upside down, then the self doubt invites itself in and then the fear of loosing what she has. Maybe it is all a fragment of her imagination. Maybe there is no such thing as love. Maybe it is all a show put on by people who need the gratification of knowing that they are important to someone. Is there anything as selfless love? Is anyone really selfless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no answers to these questions. But, there is one thing she knows. She has to believe. And believe she will and go on with her life. It is her belief that keeps her going. She will go back again to ignoring the things and keeping an eye out for things that might break the fragile peace she tries to maintain, for life is too short to waste on fights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18498726-113088410961589959?l=ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113088410961589959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18498726&amp;postID=113088410961589959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113088410961589959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113088410961589959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-hates-conflicts.html' title=''/><author><name>To the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169992620428095331</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18498726.post-113078396996682238</id><published>2005-10-31T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:39:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Running is going to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this in your mind like a million times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18498726-113078396996682238?l=ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113078396996682238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18498726&amp;postID=113078396996682238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113078396996682238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18498726/posts/default/113078396996682238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavetobelieve.blogspot.com/2005/10/running-is-going-to-save-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>To the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169992620428095331</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
