<?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-177357700429809891</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:26:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorca</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-1633102871246917202</id><published>2009-09-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:29:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal</title><content type='html'>There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness, darkness&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped dreaming now&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to fill it up with something, something , something&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody i knew before long long long ago&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still trying to make my mind up&lt;br /&gt;Am I free or am I tied up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip&lt;br /&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a hole and i tried to fill up with money, money , money&lt;br /&gt;But it gets bigger to your hopes is always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running,running,running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody of who could be strong&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pulling your disguise up&lt;br /&gt;[ Miike Snow Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;Or you free or are you tied up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip&lt;br /&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip&lt;br /&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still, I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip&lt;br /&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miike Snow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-1633102871246917202?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/1633102871246917202/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/1633102871246917202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/1633102871246917202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/animal.html' title='Animal'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-6957069433789379230</id><published>2009-09-24T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:08:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder To Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtE1deHHXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N9CFm85n3x0/s1600-h/Artwork-10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtE1deHHXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N9CFm85n3x0/s400/Artwork-10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384973464686239090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“The friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect- the ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder, in a time when nothing was certain, all life lay ahead, and every road led home.” (NN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-6957069433789379230?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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normal;"&gt;“Graze on my lips, and if those hills are dry, Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie” (William Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-8635198174275869783?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/8635198174275869783/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/graze-on-my-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8635198174275869783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8635198174275869783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/graze-on-my-lips.html' title='Graze On My Lips'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtCjU6qUTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G2mdKmBLf0I/s72-c/Artwork-09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-8756825850096570297</id><published>2009-09-24T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:52:56.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone And Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtAQHq6i4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9IatUUc4eGs/s1600-h/Artwork-06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtAQHq6i4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9IatUUc4eGs/s400/Artwork-06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384968425132690306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Some days are diamonds Some days are stones Sometimes the hard times won't leave me alone Sometimes the cold wind blows a chill in my soul Some days are diamonds, some days are stone” (Neil Diamond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-8756825850096570297?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrtAQHq6i4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9IatUUc4eGs/s72-c/Artwork-06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-2449965451114837634</id><published>2009-09-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:21:44.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Srrkr9r6MpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eS73p6-ab38/s1600-h/Artwork-04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Srrkr9r6MpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eS73p6-ab38/s400/Artwork-04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384867748419089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“If you are an envoy of the quartet, you have a certain amount of possibilities in negotiations. If you are the secretary of state of the United States, I would have to say, there is a little more clout associated with it. And to push it over the edge, one needs not envoys, but secretaries of state.” (James Wolfensohn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-2449965451114837634?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/2449965451114837634/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2449965451114837634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2449965451114837634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-sisters.html' title='The Four Sisters'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Srrkr9r6MpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eS73p6-ab38/s72-c/Artwork-04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-1045363168224502616</id><published>2009-09-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:32:39.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Fences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrrjgLmOpdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZLVJSRBVMOA/s1600-h/Artwork-07.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrrjgLmOpdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZLVJSRBVMOA/s400/Artwork-07.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384866446483301842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“In Hollywood a girl's virtue is much less important than her hairdo. You're judged by how you look, not by what you are. Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned do” (Marilyn Monroe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-1045363168224502616?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/1045363168224502616/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-hollywood-girls-virtue-is-much-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/1045363168224502616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/1045363168224502616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-hollywood-girls-virtue-is-much-less.html' title='Kissing Fences'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SrrjgLmOpdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZLVJSRBVMOA/s72-c/Artwork-07.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-6248355399216921564</id><published>2009-09-14T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:54:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Leaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Sq4GEHfQWeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZIEiYtCALLo/s1600-h/Artwork-03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Sq4GEHfQWeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZIEiYtCALLo/s400/Artwork-03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381245272553708002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps." (Benjamin Disraeli)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-6248355399216921564?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/6248355399216921564/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-dangerous-strategy-is-to-jump.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/6248355399216921564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/6248355399216921564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-dangerous-strategy-is-to-jump.html' title='Two Leaps'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/Sq4GEHfQWeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZIEiYtCALLo/s72-c/Artwork-03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-5183666282456069688</id><published>2009-09-14T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:44:42.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I fell asleep last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;underneath polluted skies&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone in those Jersey nights&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the boardwalk start to fall&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness starts to drown&lt;br /&gt;the quiet corners of this town&lt;br /&gt;and I, late last night, I made my plans&lt;br /&gt;it was the only thing I felt I could do&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna kill me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;I know it's time to face&lt;br /&gt;all of my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna kill me for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my all time low&lt;br /&gt;somehow it feels so familiar&lt;br /&gt;somehow it seems so familiar&lt;br /&gt;I feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;and every second that goes by&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming out for second tries&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there’s no one left to tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna kill me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;I know it's time to face&lt;br /&gt;all of my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got to live with them the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mess I've made&lt;br /&gt;these are the words I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;this is my life support&lt;br /&gt;shutting down for the final time&lt;br /&gt;and it twists like a blade&lt;br /&gt;and kills me for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you won't forgive me the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;I know it's time to face&lt;br /&gt;all of my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna kill me for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Less Than Jack)&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/177357700429809891-5183666282456069688?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-7220309153188827645</id><published>2009-09-12T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:58:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Somebody</title><content type='html'>I've been roaming around&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down at all I see&lt;br /&gt;Painted faces, fill the places I cant reach&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak&lt;br /&gt;Countless lovers under cover of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been roaming around,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down at all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kings Of Leon)&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/177357700429809891-7220309153188827645?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/7220309153188827645/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/use-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/7220309153188827645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/7220309153188827645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/use-somebody.html' title='Use Somebody'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-4202416733690456518</id><published>2009-09-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:12:40.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Will Be Mine</title><content type='html'>It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no last chance I promise to never mess it up again&lt;br /&gt;Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk&lt;br /&gt;As I'm watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I remember every word you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I remember every word you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;And I am helpless, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Wishing's just no good&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't see me like I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet&lt;br /&gt;But you have always keep passing me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you at the station&lt;br /&gt;You had your arm around what's her name&lt;br /&gt;She had on that scarf I gave you&lt;br /&gt;and you got down to tie her laces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;(You looked happy and that's great)&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;(I just miss you, that's all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet&lt;br /&gt;But you have always keep passing me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet&lt;br /&gt;But you have always keep passing me by&lt;br /&gt;No, you never were, and you never will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Robyn)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-4202416733690456518?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/4202416733690456518/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-never-will-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/4202416733690456518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/4202416733690456518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-never-will-be-mine.html' title='You Never Will Be Mine'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-340098745887495295</id><published>2009-09-05T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:01:08.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqI2O_tm7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bozyuwJJ7XY/s1600-h/Artwork-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqI2O_tm7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bozyuwJJ7XY/s400/Artwork-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377920536282590770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“He that gives good advice, builds with one hand; he that gives good counsel and example, builds with both; but he that gives good admonition and bad example, builds with one hand and pulls down with the other.” (Francis Bacon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-340098745887495295?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/340098745887495295/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/340098745887495295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/340098745887495295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-hand.html' title='One Hand'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqI2O_tm7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bozyuwJJ7XY/s72-c/Artwork-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-8588223537828968264</id><published>2009-09-04T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:02:59.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqDWrfXN5CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PxBSJV_VBzM/s1600-h/Artwork+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqDWrfXN5CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PxBSJV_VBzM/s400/Artwork+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377533997721969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt;font-size:12px;"&gt;                                        &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death” (Albert Einstein).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-8588223537828968264?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/8588223537828968264/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/birth-and-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8588223537828968264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8588223537828968264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/09/birth-and-death.html' title='Birth and Death'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SqDWrfXN5CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PxBSJV_VBzM/s72-c/Artwork+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-8680997172351879390</id><published>2009-01-14T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:01:17.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>At moments when loneliness seems to crush all beauty, the only way to resist is to keep yourself open. (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/author/admin/" class="url fn" title="View all posts by Paulo Coelho"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-8680997172351879390?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/8680997172351879390/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8680997172351879390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/8680997172351879390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-5665759240715488065</id><published>2009-01-14T01:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:28:39.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth. (&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002074.html"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002575.html"&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-5665759240715488065?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/5665759240715488065/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/5665759240715488065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/5665759240715488065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty_14.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-4475654793255633006</id><published>2009-01-14T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:22:59.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched ... but are felt in the heart. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002074.html"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-4475654793255633006?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/4475654793255633006/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/4475654793255633006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/4475654793255633006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-2696969401211707245</id><published>2009-01-07T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:55:07.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happines</title><content type='html'>The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000492.html"&gt;Allan K. Chalmers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-2696969401211707245?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/2696969401211707245/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/happines.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2696969401211707245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2696969401211707245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/happines.html' title='Happines'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-2778007191868551697</id><published>2009-01-07T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:35:52.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them? (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000189.html"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/003004.html"&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000174.html"&gt;Alice Walker&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/001205.html"&gt;Anna Garlin Spencer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/003262.html"&gt;Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000521.html"&gt;Aristotle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000188.html"&gt;Audre Lorde&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-2778007191868551697?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/2778007191868551697/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2778007191868551697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/2778007191868551697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177357700429809891.post-7888536571409051910</id><published>2009-01-07T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:27:06.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>The most decisive actions of our life ... are most often unconsidered actions. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/003514.html"&gt;André Gide&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Freedom is not merely the opportunity to do as one pleases; neither is it merely the opportunity to choose between set alternatives. Freedom is, first of all, the chance to formulate the available choices, to argue over them -- and then, the opportunity to choose. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/001621.html"&gt;C. Wright Mills&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we value independence, if we are disturbed by the growing conformity of knowledge, of values, of attitudes, which our present system induces, then we may wish to set up conditions of learning which make for uniqueness, for self-direction, and for self-initiated learning. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000320.html"&gt;Carl Rogers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. (&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/001208.html"&gt;Carter Heyward&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/177357700429809891-7888536571409051910?l=vorca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/feeds/7888536571409051910/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/7888536571409051910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/177357700429809891/posts/default/7888536571409051910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vorca.blogspot.com/2009/01/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>goshoutloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986605536473903106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLotsOTeQLM/SeGzuQyNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/UFTwXGN7-gc/S220/Insideout+02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
