<?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-1318253271690552947</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:58:47.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mind Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is inspired by Love and Guided by Knowledge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318253271690552947.post-2332962728905178157</id><published>2009-10-16T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:38:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why little boys dont play barbie Doll?</title><summary type='text'>Do you know Why little boys are not allowedto play barbie dolls?So that at young age, they already knowthat girls are not toys to be played.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/2332962728905178157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-little-boys-dont-play-barbie-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2332962728905178157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2332962728905178157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-little-boys-dont-play-barbie-doll.html' title='Why little boys dont play barbie Doll?'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-7883656873256168567</id><published>2009-10-12T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:38:04.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance or Choice</title><summary type='text'>When you meet the right person to love at the right placeat the right time that's a CHANCE.When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's a CHANCE too.Being caught that there are many people out there who are moreattractive, smarter, richer than your partner and yet you staythat's a CHOICE.Attraction comes us by chance but true love that LASTS is trulya CHOICE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/7883656873256168567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/chance-or-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7883656873256168567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7883656873256168567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/chance-or-choice.html' title='Chance or Choice'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-1144007103501007150</id><published>2009-10-12T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:30:24.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fact of Life</title><summary type='text'>Whenever We Find the Key to Success,Some Idiots change the lock.So Dont Mind the keyLEARN TO BREAK THE LOCK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/1144007103501007150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-fact-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1144007103501007150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1144007103501007150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-fact-of-life.html' title='Some Fact of Life'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-5288144118784805408</id><published>2009-08-21T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:41:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful</title><summary type='text'>Be thankful that sunrises and sunsets are free, or else we couldn't afford them.Be thankful that behind ever storm is surely the rainbow of hope and future sunshine.Be thankful for our mistakes, because life would be so boring if we are all perfect.Be thankful for the Stress ,so that we can be reminded to relax and balance our life well.Have a thousands of reason to be thankful today. . .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/5288144118784805408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5288144118784805408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5288144118784805408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-4970738473501603353</id><published>2009-08-21T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:34:30.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Learn</title><summary type='text'>- Dont spend your lifetime loving a person a person if you have noplans to tell how you feel,its SELFISH!- Love can never be beautiful without Friendship-The Best Lovers are the the best of friends-Empty is the life that filled with nothing but things-If your Enemy is hungry, Feed him, if he's thirsty,give him a drink, you'll make burn him burn in shame!Telling the truth and someone cry is better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/4970738473501603353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/4970738473501603353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/4970738473501603353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-learn.html' title='Time to Learn'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-7297199044102989181</id><published>2009-08-20T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:19:53.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Questions</title><summary type='text'>How do I say goodbye to someone I never had?Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine?why is that I miss you someone I was never With?And I asked why I love someone Who's love was never mine?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/7297199044102989181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7297199044102989181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7297199044102989181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love-questions.html' title='My Love Questions'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-1049844760370493869</id><published>2009-08-18T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:09:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindfolded</title><summary type='text'>Blindfolded and Walking alone, that's what most of us feel us.In a lifetime full of  major risks and decisions.It might seem safer to remain stagnant.It isn't more fulfilling if despite the fearof falling from a cliff and bruised knees, steps where taken?In the End,losing and mistakes won't count.What matter Most is the person we turned out to be.Not naive but wise and completely molded by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/1049844760370493869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/blindfolded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1049844760370493869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1049844760370493869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/blindfolded.html' title='Blindfolded'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-5140642488202084518</id><published>2009-08-17T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:36:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Yourself First</title><summary type='text'>When you are on the way to court with your accuser, try to settlethe matter before you get there. Otherwise, your accuser may dragyou before the judge, who will hand you over to an officer, who willthrow you into prison, and if that happens, you wont be free againuntil you have paid the very last penny. .LessonNever ever accuse or judge people of their own flaws and weaknesses.Settle yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/5140642488202084518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-yourself-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5140642488202084518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5140642488202084518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-yourself-first.html' title='See Yourself First'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-8150601375036557001</id><published>2009-08-14T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:55:34.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnoticed</title><summary type='text'>HOw was it to be unnoticedby the person You love the most?*Its as if you were offering your mostbeautiful portrait to a blind Person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/8150601375036557001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/unnoticed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8150601375036557001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8150601375036557001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/unnoticed.html' title='Unnoticed'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318253271690552947.post-8266401531142399033</id><published>2009-08-14T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:33:06.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Intelligent person</title><summary type='text'>We can be fine even when others do not have a good opinion of us.What matter most is not what others think of us,but we think of ourselves.Besides, a True Intelligent person is the one who can pretend to be fool of a foolwho pretends to be intelligent...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/8266401531142399033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-intelligent-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8266401531142399033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8266401531142399033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-intelligent-person.html' title='True Intelligent person'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-3088221515674333576</id><published>2009-08-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:32:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossips</title><summary type='text'>Gossips are worse than thieves because they steal another person's, dignity, honor, reputation and credibilitywhich are almost impossible to restore. So remember this: " when your feet slips, you can always recover your balancebut when your tongue slips, you can never recover your words. . .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/3088221515674333576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/gossips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/3088221515674333576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/3088221515674333576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/gossips.html' title='Gossips'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-8810304559359718301</id><published>2009-08-14T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:31:56.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Let yourself be stopped</title><summary type='text'>Dont Let yourself be stopped by anything from doing what have always wanted. We are all afraidof not fitting in to this world, of not being accepted. But it only takes for you to look aroundand figure out that you are sorrounded by people who love you unconditionally. Feel free to make mistakes. Celebrate Life.because even you srug them away, the people who love you will always choose to stay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/8810304559359718301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-let-yourself-be-stopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8810304559359718301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/8810304559359718301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-let-yourself-be-stopped.html' title='Dont Let yourself be stopped'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-5458543060799755901</id><published>2009-08-14T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:34:24.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo Take me somewhere we can be alone</title><summary type='text'>Juliet wasn't Romeo's First Love . It was a girl name Rosaline. He adored her so much but Fell instantly with Juliet. Thats how Uncertain Love is, the Persons who we THOUGHT are MEANT for us were Really Just INSTRUMENTS to find the Ones Destined for US.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/5458543060799755901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5458543060799755901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/5458543060799755901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html' title='Romeo Take me somewhere we can be alone'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-1069110549224571600</id><published>2009-08-14T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:30:03.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Confession</title><summary type='text'>Im a Friend that would cheer you up whenever your down.comforts you when your sad, fight for youwhen your hurt.A friend who's always there for you.But Like you, I also encounter Problems which makes me sad and feel so down.So if ever you think I have changed and doesn't care for you anymore, just thinkthat friends do cry and get tired too.I'm Probably just trying to fix som troubles with myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/1069110549224571600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1069110549224571600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/1069110549224571600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-confession.html' title='Friends Confession'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-2749534414081457574</id><published>2009-08-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:20:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of Catharsis</title><summary type='text'>When I was young, people had build my expectation that falling in love is a wonderful thing that would happen to you… that it was like a firework, so bright and full of colors that illuminates the dark sky… or a garden where every flowers are at bloom… but behind this magical feelings sparks also fades, and suddenly you just woke up and you wonder how could it all change? Does it really dies or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/2749534414081457574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/taste-of-catharsis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2749534414081457574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2749534414081457574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/taste-of-catharsis.html' title='A taste of Catharsis'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318253271690552947.post-7357622567571609343</id><published>2009-08-10T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:19:45.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premises</title><summary type='text'>In life we constantly evolve, we learn things, we love some of it and while the rest, we try to live it for a lifetime. There are these things that happen on us that would give lessons that we will never forget. Decisions come and go in our everyday activities whatever consequences that will lead to another, happens without us not realizing it. I blame no one for what I had become for the past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/7357622567571609343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/premises.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7357622567571609343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7357622567571609343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/premises.html' title='Premises'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318253271690552947.post-6363965436248995711</id><published>2009-08-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:19:13.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><summary type='text'>As I was physically travelling back home, I myself was at the time warp, wandering under the memory lane back in 2003. I would not have any idea what lies ahead as I try to uncover some answers as to what I am right now and on what I have become. It surprises me that it is much easier for me now to look back on things and what happened then. Was it a closure this time? I myself don’t know…I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/6363965436248995711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6363965436248995711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6363965436248995711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-2658858475406797869</id><published>2009-08-03T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:40:28.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It. Must Have</title><summary type='text'>lately i get consumed by thoughts, living in the realm of fantasy… trying to stop myself to be out of my league but i failed to do so, i end up every start of the day thinking it could happen. when will this end? maybe when someone or something happen, when i wake up on the dreams i have for this few months…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/2658858475406797869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-must-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2658858475406797869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/2658858475406797869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-must-have.html' title='It. Must Have'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-3662664870923466708</id><published>2009-08-03T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:22:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><summary type='text'>i guess no one really moves on but they had just learned to accept things… after the storm had passed, i see the silver lining as the sun starts to shine, across it was a painted sky… it is time for me to open my eyes and feel the warm breeze that life has to offer. as i see the horizon it offers me a better life, if it was yesterday, i would have stick to this gloomy side of the world. i am done</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/3662664870923466708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/epilogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/3662664870923466708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/3662664870923466708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-6281345752852347328</id><published>2009-08-03T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:20:54.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><summary type='text'>It is a little bit dark right now and i’m getting afraid each day not to see your face, it is very difficult for me to let you go. winds are blowing hard as i keep my clutch from those memories we had, and still i am uncertain until when can i hold on, i struggle to reach out hoping you will be there, i scream so loud but seems to me you can’t hear me. will i ever be able to get out from this? or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/6281345752852347328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6281345752852347328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6281345752852347328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-7209806581177340691</id><published>2009-08-03T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:55:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notation</title><summary type='text'>I never like the thought of leaving, of being left alone, but every time I try to get hold with something and someone I grow fond of, things began to fall out, I am not sure if which of those is the hardest or the most devastating of all but I know I was left broken and in pieces, did I become whole again? I am not sure either, but one thing I am positive I had grown up to how this feels. That no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/7209806581177340691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogtoplist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7209806581177340691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7209806581177340691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogtoplist.html' title='Notation'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-6586295018783255765</id><published>2009-08-02T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:05:58.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been inlove before, its like narcotic, at first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day , you want more. you’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. you think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. but then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/6586295018783255765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6586295018783255765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/6586295018783255765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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-1318253271690552947.post-7258752372234680819</id><published>2009-08-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:30:05.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exnihilate</title><summary type='text'>Unstable… that was the right term at the very moment you saw me. And I was amazed on how you try to pick me up then little by little you put me in to pieces. As my world continue to close in, and the darkness is engulfing my very last breath, you came to save me, giving your very best to revive me. When my world crumbles you where there every step of the way becoming my knight and yes you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/feeds/7258752372234680819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/exnihilate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7258752372234680819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1318253271690552947/posts/default/7258752372234680819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindshabitat.blogspot.com/2009/08/exnihilate.html' title='Exnihilate'/><author><name>Careful Minds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438779147230031008</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>
