<?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-5305387795115793344</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:12:58.552Z</updated><title type='text'>My Thots... my words</title><subtitle type='html'>Living through words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mythots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457971466174151646</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-5305387795115793344.post-7195106665294485026</id><published>2008-03-18T22:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:28:44.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr Z - Season Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been gone for so long... work, my personal life and all has just been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turn of events actually made me forget my obligation to you guys... i apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened in the past 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after my last post, Mr Z came to visit me and after a very funny and fun filled evening, he brought out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bling" &lt;/span&gt;and proposed! ... on his knees... i was both stunned... (more like flabawhelmed and overghasted) Isnt the natural order supposed to be "dating, then courtship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard it this way before oh (and trust me, i know many ways). I just kept staring at him... tears welling in my eyes (isnt this what i always wanted?) i was both happy and scared at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; How long have you been planning this i asked ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  six months&lt;/span&gt; he said- his eyes, shiny and hopeful... and as i looked into them, i knew this were the only pair of eyes i wanted to keep staring at.... for forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me another two weeks to start wearing the ring... the next couple of weeks felt so unreal. I was the happiest person alive. There were so many people to tell and explain to( how do u explain that you are single one minute and then jump several hurdles right to engaged?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the melancholic that i am, i worried and fretted about the course the relationship took.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we had been tight over the four years i had known him i still i worried that it was too fast, even though i have been praying about it for months subsequent to that- i still worried... but Its been three months now. I feel happy, glad and grateful to God. I am now glad i didnt give in to my worry and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed because while i tossed turned and worried - the one who knew tomorrow had things under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get married in a peaceful quiet ceremony in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my place... I am home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305387795115793344-7195106665294485026?l=allmythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/feeds/7195106665294485026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305387795115793344&amp;postID=7195106665294485026&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/7195106665294485026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/7195106665294485026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-z-season-finale.html' title='Mr Z - Season Finale'/><author><name>Mythots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457971466174151646</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305387795115793344.post-1827523059364279600</id><published>2007-11-29T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:46:58.394Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr Z...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Aijay, Allied, Belle &amp;amp; Writefreak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to blog about N0s 1 -3 (X,Y,Z) in order of occurence but seeing that Mr Z is the most recent, am thinking maybe i should do it backwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z and i worked in the same company( he had been working there some six years b4 i joined).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was still in my 5 year old relationship and so even though i admired him as per carriage and all, that was where it ended. even after my relationship ended, it was the same - we would meet on the corridor/staircase, say hi and be on our merry way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing i noticed about him was he was looked too introverted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(so not my type of person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About two years later, Z left the country on secondment to work in a similar company in the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i walked by his office one day, saw his desk was cleared and was told he had left. so i got his email address and harassed him for leaving without saying bye &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(as per corridor padi levels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he replied and we started our email friendship from there...&lt;em&gt; (not regularly oh, like once a month kind of )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anytime I came into the UK for vacation and stuff we would hook up: see movies and just generally catch up on jist (with some other friends from the office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... all the while, i remember thinking, Mehn, this dude is a nerd on the highest level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then early this year, things took a turn and we became texting buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my phone bills went up like mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he wasnt my kind of person (he was too closed up) but work was killing me and he was a nice "&lt;em&gt;distraction"&lt;/em&gt; plus he had the craziest, nicest sense of humour on the block!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We sent sms throughout the day, texting back and forth (mostly about nothing) like it was a competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really fun for me...and then we started getting close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very soon he became my confidante, i usually couldnt wait to talk to him (he always managed to have something good to say). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then the calls started, at first once or twice a week, then it became everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suppose it occurred to me for the first time that there was "something" when i realised i wouldnt be able to sleep until he had made his "ritual call" and we would talk and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he didnt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anything, so i figured big deal? at this time my friends had already started teasing me but it was like water off a ducks back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, i was also seconded to the UK for a one year course (hmmm) and things got really interesting... i was around for two weeks before i went to my own place (which is 7 hours away from him) and those two weeks were... lets just say it kinda confirmed to me that he had something up his sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By my 4th month here, i was smitten. it was like he was with me everywhere...we talked like tomorow was going to expire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he was just there for me, patient , prayer buddy, 247 listener...did i mention that he showed up at my door one day? without warning! I was positive i was going to faint that day (both from joy and confusion). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when he was leaving that day, he gave me his credit card with the password. said he had a £3k limit on it and that i could have it &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(bcos he wanted me to be comfortable)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, in the middle of all this he still hadnt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"said"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anything but he had managed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"shadow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me completely. i had no best friend, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no toaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nothing! Just him and God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most unnerving was how he would swing from&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sweet, sweet Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to telling me stuff like &lt;em&gt;"thats what big bros are for".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up one morning and realised i was acting in &lt;strong&gt;"Love that never was"&lt;/strong&gt; part 3 (X &amp;amp; Y being 1&amp;amp;2). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was becoming a vicious cycle (story same, lead actress same, just different guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;One day, i summoned courage and sent him a mail . Summary was something like -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;dude what are u up to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It took him a while to reply and when he did, summary was -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;he wants to be friends till when/if something comes up. He's scared of committing cos he doesnt want to hurt me and while he is waiting, i am free to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Friends, this is where i am... we still talk everday and thats because over and above all the flying emotions, he has come to become my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friend and i am trying to not throw that away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(plus i still have the credit card..lol) , actually, plus he is not ready to stop being my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of prayer do you make in such situations? that God should chase him away, bring someone else or make him talk? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yeah, what about how i feel???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305387795115793344-1827523059364279600?l=allmythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/feeds/1827523059364279600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305387795115793344&amp;postID=1827523059364279600&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/1827523059364279600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/1827523059364279600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-z-love-that-is-not-3.html' title='Mr Z...'/><author><name>Mythots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457971466174151646</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305387795115793344.post-4623244427965444640</id><published>2007-11-24T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:15:52.710Z</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have tried to wonder why it seems as though women are weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, we do the multitasking- work, keep the home, raise the children, look good (the list is endless in the life of the average woman) and still manage to do a good job of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when it comes to the issues of the heart, it looks like all the unique gifts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strenght&lt;/span&gt; (which have been displayed in every other area of her life) just go on a long vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it just me or all women. using me for example, i happen to know i am a very level headed and strong person. i manage to sit on top of things and get things done...in short my CV is tight..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; but this night when i was talking to Mr Z, it was like the someone erased every sharp skill in the CV and replaced it with things like silly, stupid, slow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; sometimes i wish i were much younger when i could indulge in those giggles and shy smiles (oh, those good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; days) and wish the guy could just carry you away in a rolls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Royce&lt;/span&gt; (or is it Horse?) ..whatever, u get the message..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But this days, u have to be proper and sensible.. even if what you really want is to check by some scientific method if He is the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;marra&lt;/span&gt; is confusing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sef&lt;/span&gt; and it looks like the older one gets, the more complicated the formula is. sometimes i pray one would not finally arrive "there" a tired old maid (not in age, but in the mind - the way my mind runs marathons these days...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z, i know you cant read this but i wish you would tell me what you are up to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wish you would assure me you wont break my heart. I can feel myself letting go and i am thinking in my head "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mythots&lt;/span&gt; not again" ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hovering around me and "shadowing" me seriously for over one year without a word is dangerous for the heart oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish you would be different. I pray you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next time i will tell you guys about Nos 1-3...and of the Love (or is it Love(s) since they are more than one)  that never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; who knows why we women are like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305387795115793344-4623244427965444640?l=allmythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/feeds/4623244427965444640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305387795115793344&amp;postID=4623244427965444640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/4623244427965444640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/4623244427965444640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-of-woman.html' title='The Life of a Woman'/><author><name>Mythots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457971466174151646</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305387795115793344.post-1200298186811556359</id><published>2007-11-23T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:21:41.469Z</updated><title type='text'>I Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Introduction, I am a writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;some people call me "... ..." but you can call me "mythots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been a blog stalker for so long so i figured why not start one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will have fun here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get accepted into the bloggers family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u drop a comment everytime you stop by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u know me as i have come to know most of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you come again... and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305387795115793344-1200298186811556359?l=allmythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/feeds/1200298186811556359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305387795115793344&amp;postID=1200298186811556359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/1200298186811556359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305387795115793344/posts/default/1200298186811556359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allmythots.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hope.html' title='I Hope'/><author><name>Mythots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457971466174151646</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></feed>
