<?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-19934144</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:47:54.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend and constant travelling dont go together</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19934144.post-115195192345659062</id><published>2006-07-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:38:43.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN ?!</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off again, in Florida, and this time we are here for the whole summer! Two months, Two months! Don't my parents ever understand that I have a life too, and this time it is not just my boyfriend that I miss, it is all my friends, definately my two best friends in the whole world. We're keeping in touch but sometimes thats just not enough, well, we'll see how it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-115195192345659062?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/115195192345659062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=115195192345659062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/115195192345659062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/115195192345659062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2006/07/again.html' title='AGAIN ?!'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113933172298111118</id><published>2006-02-07T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T09:02:02.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggers, I haven't been posting blogs everyday anymore, but I am back home, and everything is back to normal, I don't feel not comitted to anything, infact i feel very comitted to everything, especially my boyfriend. I have just prooven myself right, our relationship has allot of ups and downs, but we will always make it through. It feels so good to be writing this in such a positive mood! Our relationship together hasn't grown weaker at all, in fact we have taken it a step further once we got back. We are going to the Valentines dance together, and it is going to be so great, I can't wait for it to happen! Bye, for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113933172298111118?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113933172298111118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113933172298111118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113933172298111118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113933172298111118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113598091526432605</id><published>2005-12-30T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:15:15.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more week</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers, only one more week, I am so excited, I get to go home in one week, and see my boyfriend, all of my friends, and everyone else. Even though I am not in Canada right now, there is still a way to keep track of everything, I have msn messenger, and I talk to my friends on it all the time. Well, there is this one guy who is in my class, and he is really mean to me, but I get over that easily because I have better things to worry about. And I was talking to him on msn, and he was being so mean, saying the meanest stuff, he said that I was going to become some prostetute or something, and the thought of that is not me at all, and then my feelings were really hurt. He says all this stuff like that other people were going to do mean things to me when I get back, and I had had enough, I lost it, I lectured him, and I insulted him so many times, and it felt fine at the moment. BBut after I blocked him and everything, I realized that by saying all of that mean stuff to get back at him, all that I did was bring myself to his level, I was doing the exact same thing that he had did to hurt my feelings. I feel really bad now, but he did exactly the same thing to me, but I bet that he doesn't feel bad about it at all!!! well, ttyl, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113598091526432605?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113598091526432605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113598091526432605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113598091526432605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113598091526432605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-more-week.html' title='1 more week'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113552826475555983</id><published>2005-12-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:31:04.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggers, well Merry Christmas, everything has been going better! I am waiting it out and it is actually working! The only really bad thing is that I feel like I am single, and I hate that feeling, I feel like I am cheating on my boyfriend, it just doesn't feel natural, I can't believe that I have been in Florida for this long, without seeing him! Well, that is not technically true, because he sent me a whole bunch of pictures of him and his best friend that moved to Kamloops. So, Christmas is great! I got famous posters from my sister! I got a binder work thing from my brother! And from my parents I got really expensive perfume, and a make up kit! And then from my friends, and from some other people I got, a hair curling set, a pair of fuzzy socks, a locker set for my school locker, a really expensive necklace that is real silver, and some other stuff! Well, I would tell you what I got everybody but I think that that would take to long for me to list all of that! And I havent given my friends that are still in Canada I have presents for them but I can't exactly give it to them quite at the moment, lol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113552826475555983?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113552826475555983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113552826475555983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113552826475555983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113552826475555983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113493286510355476</id><published>2005-12-18T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:07:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Problems</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers, well I have a new problem! Here it is, well I am on vacation, and I am missing christmas, and well I am bringing presents back for all my friends, and my boyfriend, and well I am ok with deciding what to get my friends, but I have no idea what to get my boyfriend!~!! I dont even know what guys like, or would like for christmas, there is my problem, I am still trying to stick out through the whole christmas break so we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113493286510355476?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113493286510355476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113493286510355476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113493286510355476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113493286510355476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-problems.html' title='New Problems'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113478613906206652</id><published>2005-12-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T18:22:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that I have the Answer to my question</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers, How hard can it be? I have the answer to that question, It is super hard, I dont know how much longer I can take this, it is like a part of me that I have never uncovered before, I feel like I am cut off from part of the world, I feel like there are things that I am used to doing that are all of a sudden being put off limits to me, and it makes me feel absalutely horrible, like I cant do anything anymore, like I cant make a difference. I have always followed the quote: Every person can make a difference in their own individual way, and now I feel like I cant follow my quote anymore. I hate it. Any ideas? Any bright sparks? How can I solve this problem? Uughh, it frustrates me and I hate it, I have decided that I am going to try and wait it out, that I am going to wait this out and see how it goes. Lets see if this thing works out, or not!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113478613906206652?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113478613906206652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113478613906206652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113478613906206652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113478613906206652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-that-i-have-answer-to-my.html' title='I think that I have the Answer to my question'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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-19934144.post-113476986647177561</id><published>2005-12-16T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:51:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard can it be?</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers, today I have one question to ask you: How hard can it be? How hard can it be to manage a boyfriend and constant travelling? Well, I am on the move again, leaving my boyfriend behind, I miss him so much, and I dont know how much longer I can deal with this. I mean I love him and I cant see him or talk to him, it feels like I am on one side of a wall, and him on the other, I feel like I can't do anything, I feel heart-broken! Well, I am gone all the way through Christmas Break, and the beginning of school in 2006. I am worried that he will find someone else, and completely forget about me, thinking that I am just some stupid crush. I am worried, all I can do is send him e-mails and call him once in a while, but my mom gets mad at me for calling long distance phone calls. Well, I have to go and get ready to leave to go babysitting, but I will be back later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19934144-113476986647177561?l=fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113476986647177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19934144&amp;postID=113476986647177561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113476986647177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19934144/posts/default/113476986647177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromhard-toharder.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-hard-can-it-be.html' title='How hard can it be?'/><author><name>Why can't I think whenever I am near you?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439748399153056871</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>
