<?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-191309002779845058</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:03:10.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Branching Out"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191309002779845058.post-711654277640783763</id><published>2010-01-25T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:34:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST SOMETHING ON THE MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/S15GgAlqq7I/AAAAAAAAACg/00gKv96UJ7Y/s1600-h/question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855716383140786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/S15GgAlqq7I/AAAAAAAAACg/00gKv96UJ7Y/s400/question.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you miss what you never had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanting for something that was never there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;living off her dreams of how things should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught up in her fantasy that she cant see the real things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;passing up all oppourtunities because she still believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;believes that there is a possibility to her dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in reality she's far from her dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wake up and rescue that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these feelings she want o believe are not true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just hard for her to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;once was told that knowing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;believing and beliebing is seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but since your knowing makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you not want to see, then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;howcan you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but maybe what you see is false not true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;an assumption to something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;impossible but what if if your believing the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unreal things you are seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and is throwing your knowing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then you must realize that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only you can see the truth and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is up to you to know what you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see and believe!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191309002779845058-711654277640783763?l=anggieb09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/711654277640783763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-something-on-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/711654277640783763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/711654277640783763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-something-on-mind.html' title='JUST SOMETHING ON THE MIND'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/S15GgAlqq7I/AAAAAAAAACg/00gKv96UJ7Y/s72-c/question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191309002779845058.post-5567256733362804331</id><published>2009-07-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:33:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS TIME FOR THE SEPERATION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/Sm3W5TwF7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nvvV8AS500/s1600-h/2917_196157975159_736135159_6842874_3314742_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363179011311004914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/Sm3W5TwF7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nvvV8AS500/s400/2917_196157975159_736135159_6842874_3314742_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WELLL THE TIME HAS COME .... ILL BE LEAVING FOR SCHOOL IN EXACTLY 5 DAYS IM NOT SURE IF IM READY... IM LEAVING ALOT OF PEOPLE THAT I REALLY CHEARISH ...THERE IS THIS ONE SPPECIAL PERSON.. IM REALY GONNA MISS HIM WE BEEN THROUGH ALOT AND I HOPE THIS LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WORK..... IN LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP BOTH PARTNERS DO STRUGGLE AT TIMES TO KEEP THE LOVE ALIVE. THE QUESTION IS ARE U REALLY PREPARED TO TAKE THIS STEP I MEAN ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can you handle not seeing the guy you love for long periods of time? Do you freak out if he doesn’t answer his phone when you want him to? Do you get lonely and depressed if you don’t have someone to hold? Do you flirt a lot and love attention? Do you have strong sexual urges that compel you to do “things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?” I MEAN CAN U REALLY HANDLE BEING AWAY FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND? SO WE GOING AWAY FOR COLLEGE IM NOT GONNA SUGER COAT IT THERE WILL BE TEMPTATION BUT CAN WE HANDLE IT????? LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP CAN BRING TWO PEOPLE TOGETHER BBECOME MORE STRONGER.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MANAGING A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WONT BE THAT HARD??? I HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191309002779845058-5567256733362804331?l=anggieb09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/5567256733362804331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-for-seperation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/5567256733362804331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/5567256733362804331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-for-seperation.html' title='ITS TIME FOR THE SEPERATION!!'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/Sm3W5TwF7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nvvV8AS500/s72-c/2917_196157975159_736135159_6842874_3314742_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191309002779845058.post-1290214590620755421</id><published>2009-07-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:30:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjQefc6WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/memILjhjOEA/s1600-h/s1123680247_30199413_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357070522727065954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjQefc6WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/memILjhjOEA/s400/s1123680247_30199413_1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjPxXcvJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WcyGtqI1HJg/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357070510613904530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjPxXcvJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WcyGtqI1HJg/s400/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjO5bykDI/AAAAAAAAACA/FKMJN_Rv7fQ/s1600-h/angela+pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357070495599726642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjO5bykDI/AAAAAAAAACA/FKMJN_Rv7fQ/s400/angela+pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjOQ94P4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/RQMGqZ9VKHs/s1600-h/angela+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357070484736851842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjOQ94P4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/RQMGqZ9VKHs/s400/angela+pics+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend who helps out when we are in trouble is a true friend—unlike others who disappear when trouble arises.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are one of most important things in our lives. Unfortunately we have a few real friends. I have a lot of friends- girls and boys. It doesn't matter what they are. They have to be my real friends. He or she has to be good and reliable. It doesn't matter how he or she looks like. He or she has to be responsible and helpful. I think these people are one of the best people in the world. If she or he is attractive and sensitive it will be wonderful! Just like me! But we have to be good with our friends who haven't got character like this. Every man has features which he doesn't like. We shouldn't forget that we are people, too. I'm sure that if we are good with people we will have more and better friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look for many different qualities when I am choosing my friends. The following are the most important qualities my friends must posses for us to have a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;The first quality I look for is loyalty. An example of this would be me having a fight with a mutual friend of ours. A good friend would not take sides and would stay out of the argument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191309002779845058-1290214590620755421?l=anggieb09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/1290214590620755421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/1290214590620755421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/1290214590620755421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='FRIENDS!!!'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgjQefc6WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/memILjhjOEA/s72-c/s1123680247_30199413_1973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191309002779845058.post-57180869645162349</id><published>2009-07-10T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:46:16.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM FOR THE DAY1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgY9V2KmgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k8mDKuqlsys/s1600-h/my+phone+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357059198872623618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgY9V2KmgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k8mDKuqlsys/s400/my+phone+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show themThey say they still can't see.I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.Now you understandJust why my head's not bowed.I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.I say,It's in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need of my care,'Cause I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya Angelou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191309002779845058-57180869645162349?l=anggieb09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/57180869645162349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-for-day1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/57180869645162349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/57180869645162349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-for-day1.html' title='POEM FOR THE DAY1'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgY9V2KmgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k8mDKuqlsys/s72-c/my+phone+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191309002779845058.post-8469014345717133788</id><published>2009-07-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:27:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Branching Out" THE BEGINING OF MY LIFE HOW IT ALL BEGIN!</title><content type='html'>HAS I SAT HERE THINKING ABOUT WHAT WAS MY FIRST BLOG WAS GONNA BE ABOUT... I START TO THINK OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO ME . AND HOW THOSE THINGS MADE ME WHO I AM NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long way from home”, a song sang by a Kisha in Tyler Perry’s hit stage play “I can do bad all by my self. As I sat watching this film I related to the character, Kisha. She encountered similar trials and tribulations as my self. Similar to kisha, my mom was on drugs and constantly neglected her child. Although I know my mom loved me, not having her there sometimes convinced me to think otherwise. As a child my siblings and I had to be separated among different family members. My mom’s drug abuse was the number one reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;As much as she may have wanted to take care of us, she just was not able. I got accustomed to not seeing my mother everyday. It was difficult for me to hear my aunties and other family members say things like, “don’t open the door for your mom” or “don’t let your mom in this house”. She would sneak and steal from those who loved her. Her bad drug habits became excessive and too hard for others to bear. Drugs or no drugs I still love my mom. I used to sit up all night and cry thinking to my self why me Lord. I didn’t understand why she chose drugs over her children and why she would continue on such a reckless path. Especially, since she had three young children, myself being a young confused girl longing for motherly love, my sister, battling with cerebral palsy and my brother being a young boy needing either a strong mother or father figure in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout it all I never treated my mom differently. Every moment spent with her was special to me. We both never spoke about the situation; honestly, I think that was best for us at the time. Now that I have grown into a young woman, the absence of a parent has helped me become self motivated, appreciative, and confident. While growing up there was always someone there to guide me. Giving up never crossed my mind. I always had goals that I looked forward to accomplish. I stopped complaining about my life and the things I didn’t have. Instead, I go after the things I don’t have.  My confidence level was always low; it took me sometime to believe in my self, with help from friends and love ones. My life long dream is to become a teacher and to share my story with others, so that they may see hope in there situation and become motivated.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to appreciate the things that I have and reach for the things that I don’t. I learned even though life has dealt me a difficult hand, I learned to play that hand. God has put me in a situation in order to prepare me for all life has to offer. My ultimate goal is to become a successful teacher and teach others to go after your dream despite whatever hand life has dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LEARNED ALOT IN MY LIFE AND WOULDNT WANT IT ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW MY FIRST BLOG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191309002779845058-8469014345717133788?l=anggieb09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/feeds/8469014345717133788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/branching-out-begining-of-my-life-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/8469014345717133788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191309002779845058/posts/default/8469014345717133788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anggieb09.blogspot.com/2009/07/branching-out-begining-of-my-life-how.html' title='&quot;Branching Out&quot; THE BEGINING OF MY LIFE HOW IT ALL BEGIN!'/><author><name>Anggie B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501367435109162231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkFJMri5XQY/SlgNwzZ06SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hwC_VoZkJHY/S220/sarai+camera+137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
