<?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-7931411010305449189</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:42:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxozoe</title><subtitle type='html'>xoxozo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931411010305449189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoë Marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272025713410106451</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/-BYiRCNZcy8I/TxM5qCY0hHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7g6XKShqxTw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-16%2Bat%2B19.30.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931411010305449189.post-6384946550997266145</id><published>2012-01-15T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:02:46.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltVpaGgCO3o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltVpaGgCO3o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931411010305449189-6384946550997266145?l=zoxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6384946550997266145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/01/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931411010305449189/posts/default/6384946550997266145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931411010305449189/posts/default/6384946550997266145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoë Marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272025713410106451</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/-BYiRCNZcy8I/TxM5qCY0hHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7g6XKShqxTw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-16%2Bat%2B19.30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931411010305449189.post-5649515113336468283</id><published>2011-10-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:46:38.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we found love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all the that bad stuff back, so that you can have the good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/tg00YEETFzg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg00YEETFzg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg00YEETFzg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you haven't already heard Rihanna's new song, "We Found Love," or seen the music video, you've been missing out. &amp;nbsp;It's a whirling love story suffocated by drugs, domestic violence, but most strongly by &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;dependence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The more I watch the video and listen to the narration at it's beginning, the more I realize that dependence is one of the greatest issues I see many people my age go through. &amp;nbsp;To make things clear, I'm not even talking about drugs or alcohol, I'm talking about relationships with friends, lovers, and God. &amp;nbsp;In spending a lot of time around your friends, you tend to talk, act, and sometimes even think like them. I know for a fact that &lt;b&gt;#BUVB&lt;/b&gt; falls guilty to that! *&lt;i&gt;Rick Ross grunt&lt;/i&gt;* Let's be real though, mixed personalities in a group is what gives us the amo to mock one another and make good memories lol (I'M EXCITNG!-QIAN) So&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;it's still okay to separate yourself from the group even if you do look like a fool with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;cricket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in your shoe like me -______- (still trying to get over that one....) Most importantly though, we can't allow ourselves to feel so strongly about a loved one that we grow dependent on them. Let's face it, everyone in our life has a hour glass with sand slipping away by the second.. What will you do when they're gone? "Fe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;el hopeless, like &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;nothing can save you?" &lt;b&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhh NOO!!&lt;/b&gt; That's the point Ri Ri was getting at with the video's story line! It would &lt;i&gt;behoooove&lt;/i&gt; you stir away from losing yourself to the world. God wants us to seek him in times of trouble, and seeing as how He's the most consistent being in our lives, He's probably..just probably the most qualified for a role of dependency, not your main chick/man.&amp;nbsp;I'm just being &lt;i&gt;Honest Holly&lt;/i&gt;. With that being said, it's okay to love hard, live free, run wild, and harlem shake (o__O) just as long as you know that whatever or whoever you give your heart to has the ability to break it. So depend on your fam for little things, but depend on God for all things and you won't ever feel suffocated in this life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A great man stands on God. A small man stands on a great man"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxozo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931411010305449189-5649515113336468283?l=zoxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5649515113336468283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-found-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931411010305449189/posts/default/5649515113336468283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931411010305449189/posts/default/5649515113336468283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-found-love.html' title='we found love.'/><author><name>Zoë Marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272025713410106451</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/-BYiRCNZcy8I/TxM5qCY0hHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7g6XKShqxTw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-16%2Bat%2B19.30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
