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  <title>Moongirl</title>
  <subtitle>Standing Under Your Heaven</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>eri.molina</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-08T05:04:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:8872</id>
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    <title>what if  (Not by Coldplay but...) by ec Mo :P</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T07:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T05:04:47Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <lj:music>cri-cri-----cri-cri</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What if when you lie&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong all things right.&lt;br /&gt;What if there&amp;rsquo;s enough time, &lt;br /&gt;and one reason and a rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What if he should decide&lt;br /&gt;that He does want me there by His side,&lt;br /&gt;that He&amp;rsquo;ll be by my side my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t wrong &lt;br /&gt;and there&amp;rsquo;s a poem and song. &lt;br /&gt;Got it right when could put it wrong&lt;br /&gt;and you feel that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuu, that&amp;rsquo;s right,&lt;br /&gt;let&amp;rsquo;s take a breath smiling inside&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuu that&amp;rsquo;s right&lt;br /&gt;how can you know if you don&amp;rsquo;t even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step that you take&lt;br /&gt;could clean all your ache.&lt;br /&gt;It could bend or it could break&lt;br /&gt;that&amp;rsquo;s the risk, we don&amp;rsquo;t hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he should decide&lt;br /&gt;that he does want me there by his side&lt;br /&gt;that he&amp;rsquo;ll be by my side my whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuu, that&amp;rsquo;s right, &lt;br /&gt;let&amp;rsquo;s take a breath smiling inside&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuu that&amp;rsquo;s right&lt;br /&gt;how can you know if you don&amp;rsquo;t even try?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;NOte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Coldplay song - &amp;quot;What If&amp;quot; rewritten by me. I prepared myself to sing this song if the college test didn't work out...by it did work out! So I had no song to sing. Then I felt I needed an optimistic song....so ...why not to sing the opposite of it? right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:8462</id>
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    <title>Anyone Else But You &amp;ndash; A Favorite :)</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T06:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-05T06:36:50Z</updated>
    <category term="favorites"/>
    <lj:music>Let it Rise -- Big Daddy Weave</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;img alt="" galleryimg="no" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-bottom-style: none" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/00006tre" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:7939</id>
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    <title>A little bit about me :)</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T21:12:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T03:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;table style="background: #c2cedb; color: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td style="background: #eeeeee; color: black"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (56%) moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (60%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (43%) moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;clean, organized, dislikes chaos, semi neat freak, perfectionist, traditional, realist, fits in most places, enjoys managing others, risk averse, good at saving money, prudent, respects authority, high self control, hard working, does not like to stand out, follows the rules, finisher, resilient, takes precautions, cautious, honest, unfamiliar with the dark side of life, practical, dutiful&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-med.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:7600</id>
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    <title>Writing for me is...</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T07:22:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:31:03Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <lj:music>-still silence-</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot; the silent scream that keeps me going..&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: a photographer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cyrusmafi/"&gt;CyrusMafi,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;said this about photography. It just fitted perfectly for my own feelings about writing. It's really deep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, I wondered why do&amp;nbsp;I keep silent when I need to shout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:7402</id>
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    <title>Three Girls Lives</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T00:36:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:32:23Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Over my Head- the frays</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;At this point, in life (18 years since you were born&amp;hellip;) you try to guess what will your life will be like by the things that you do, live and go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;A girl not too far away had engaged her in a backpack adventure of 20 days across Latin America &amp;ndash; Brazil, Argentina &amp;amp; Chile &amp;ndash; along with 6 other persons a year later of her student exchange. What an interesting story to own; not her nor her friends will forget this too easily or soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;Another girl in the same town has come back home from her own student exchange happier than when she left, for in her absence she had realized how sweet home is to her. She won&amp;rsquo;t leave it again that easy she says. Now all the most unique, special and interesting people with which I wanted to share miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;But there is a third girl, who writes down what she thinks. She&amp;rsquo;s wondering where all the travels she wished for are and why those outstanding persons weren&amp;rsquo;t supposed to be in her way. What she thought her life could be belongs to some other girl today. But she does have a story, and this is how it can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;&lt;span&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;This last year, she didn&amp;rsquo;t went to an exchange student, no sir;&amp;nbsp;instead she moved for the 10th and last time of house with her family 500 km away (Manta) from the first house they lived 17 years ago. Plus she graduated as the #1 of her class (home school rocks! Lol) gave an admission test for college and passed!! &amp;nbsp;Now three years later she comes back to her hometown (Cuenca) where she once started. Her best friend is left behind in&amp;nbsp;the new house and the friend that once saw her go is nowhere anymore. That's her story for now. She just wonders what&amp;rsquo;s next for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:6998</id>
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    <title>~I'll See You Again~</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T03:53:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:34:58Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <lj:music>The soft noise of the dad's laptop :)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/00005gte/"&gt;&lt;img height="217" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/00005gte/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I&amp;rsquo;ll make colored paper flowers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll cut them out one by one in silence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Then I&amp;rsquo;ll let them go with the wind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll throw them fiercely over the sea,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;At the memory of your face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll do it repeatedly trying to accept this fate.&lt;br /&gt;(The day of eternity I wait)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In Memory of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Pedro Vintimilla &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;(1990 - 2007)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Turning Point</title>
    <published>2009-08-21T00:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T05:02:59Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/00004tf4/"&gt;&lt;img height="233" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/00004tf4/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yap, that's right. I gave the first under-pressure test after so long and succeed! :)&lt;br /&gt;This means a new phase, adventure &amp;amp; lifetime begins for me (College); sometimes&amp;nbsp;I wonder if I'm ready for it. As once I wrote on my journal: &amp;quot;the most drastic and important changes in my life had taken me off guard; I never had seen their magnitude, not until they're so close that's impossible to avoid them and it's too late that I'm already on board.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;The consolation in all this is that at the end of the trip I had not regretted a single day. &lt;br /&gt;The One who holds the rudder is trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Appearing Rooms</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T03:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T04:07:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; float: right; margin-left: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carthorse/2640967120/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2640967120_c453ef40be_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; font-size: 0.9em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carthorse/2640967120/"&gt;Appearing Rooms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/carthorse/"&gt;Jon Cartwright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Here is one of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #003366"&gt;&lt;u&gt;best street photographers &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;I know &lt;span&gt;(not personally though he lives in London and which I would LOOOVE to meet, anyway....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;check him out,&lt;br /&gt;- pick one that catches your attention &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- stare at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ccff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Personally, I love to see the people's expressions; Jon is great capturing them in the exact moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;www.joncartwright.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>After a long while</title>
    <published>2009-08-14T22:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-04T06:03:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; To take this blog seriously! &lt;br /&gt;After overcoming any&amp;nbsp;doubt and fear about it, I'll do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon i'll have something worthy to post in here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000080"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;(Now i cant take it back :S hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Traffic Light Tree</title>
    <published>2009-05-08T20:47:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-04T06:02:03Z</updated>
    <category term="favorites"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/000034xk/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" align="middle" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/000034xk/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>1st Dislike</title>
    <published>2009-05-08T20:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T05:01:30Z</updated>
    <category term="elikes &amp;amp; edislikes"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;In this project I'll post my likes and dislikes.&amp;nbsp;Have plenty.&lt;br /&gt;Please fell free to add one of your own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; rain&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;dislike&lt;/strong&gt; when my iPod&amp;nbsp;has no battery left&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fish Lights</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T23:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T05:00:02Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <category term="favorites"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/000029rc/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" style="width: 312px; height: 385px" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/moongirl17/pic/000029rc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My city, My world&lt;br /&gt;With fish lights : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Jon Cartwright</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T21:12:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:57:40Z</updated>
    <category term="writings: my poems"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I asked: &amp;ldquo;where have you been my whole life, Jon Cartwright.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;As I watched a square dispersing a thousand rays of light to my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I fell freely inside your land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Through a window without a glass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;They weren&amp;rsquo;t windows; they were frames.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Frames that transported me to an enchanted city too far away,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Every time I spelled your name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What a wonderful way to lose oneself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;As more as I contemplated them,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I wondered what your thought were or what was in your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I felt like if I knew you for a long time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Even when I knew nothing of your mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Meet you in a park. Joint you one day in your walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It is too much to ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;There should be nothing further than my land in your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We are two strangers with different mind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Different eyes, in unknown lands sharing images.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Now, many other names shine on the screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Admiration. They all are deservers of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The world has plenty of lands still to be seen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Which have earned my esteem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Still, you own the first sight that caught my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The admiration of my eyes for your frames will not easily go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll always open your page again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know who you are or what you really see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;But a favor I ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t stop shooting. Don&amp;rsquo;t give up the posting in here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Never stop to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;For your work, at the other side of the world, as a thanked dweller, I&amp;rsquo;ll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Good night*</title>
    <published>2009-03-30T03:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:51:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The day passed slow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I need a close friend to&amp;nbsp;talk &lt;br /&gt;I have none around &lt;br /&gt;Mine are too far away &lt;br /&gt;They don't call&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write you without inhibitions opening my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would want to know what it hides. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would call me to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, empty inbox mail folders and a quiet cellphone without incoming messaages is where&amp;nbsp;I cuddle. &lt;br /&gt;Unknown people'a poetry and love tales carry me away. &lt;br /&gt;Here I sit in a sinking seat inside a virtual world of words. &lt;br /&gt;Are they real? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Do they care? &lt;br /&gt;Not enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll lay down on my own tonight &lt;br /&gt;and I'll forget everything I have inside when the morning loaded with new worries and things-to-do's arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Places</title>
    <published>2009-03-26T17:49:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:49:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;There are places where you should never go back.&lt;br /&gt;There are places that you should leave just as they are.&lt;br /&gt;There are places where you should remind yourself admire.&lt;br /&gt;There are places where you should stop and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places that fasten you with the past.&lt;br /&gt;Places that fit inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Places that safe, who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A history, a life, a past.&lt;br /&gt;Run as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;For there is one place where you can go back&lt;br /&gt;and find everything exactly as it was.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Questions</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T03:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:47:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;You will have questions about the future.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter how old you are&lt;br /&gt;or how many answered questions you had.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here tonight but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there in the future by my side?&lt;br /&gt;An unanswered future question now i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For my &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; husband, someday )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>If You Have...</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T02:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:45:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you have a color, paint&lt;br /&gt;If you have a thought, write&lt;br /&gt;If you have a paper, fold it and make it fly&lt;br /&gt;If you have a cry, walk&lt;br /&gt;If you have a song, dance&lt;br /&gt;If you have dream, sleep&lt;br /&gt;If you have a love, forget&lt;br /&gt;If you have eyes, learn&lt;br /&gt;If you have pain, pray&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem, trust&lt;br /&gt;If you have a life, follow God&lt;br /&gt;If you are weak, try&lt;br /&gt;If you have a road, run&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, watch&lt;br /&gt;If you have a friend, call&lt;br /&gt;If you have a rock, build&lt;br /&gt;If you have nothing, seek&lt;br /&gt;If you have a heart, breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Place</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T06:11:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:44:10Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>none but the silence of the night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to go to Boston someday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I want&amp;nbsp;a coffe, walk in a park, spend the night, and then leave. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Europe too. &lt;br /&gt;To London, and stay. As long as convinient.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I will let the charm of the city give a spell over me. It will stay forever in me. &lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;I will leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am stuck here, where&amp;nbsp;I feel that&amp;nbsp;I dont belong; &lt;br /&gt;wishing to be where my head rest in hopes. &lt;br /&gt;Just somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this place will always be home just as the parents will always be parents. &lt;br /&gt;And you will never be far enough, &lt;br /&gt;Because they are the place where you always belonged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when&amp;nbsp;I make it, I will&amp;nbsp;want to come back. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss it so much. &lt;br /&gt;I will remember it and will regrete in my heart &lt;br /&gt;not to have seen and feel it as it really was: &lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>moongirl17 @ 2009-03-10T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T20:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:41:31Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>if i were a bro (hehe)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;I cry because I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is ahead for me now.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to bring as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;Should I wait for something to come?&lt;br /&gt;Are my desires enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep raising my prayers to your throne.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting for Your voice to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still asking, how can I please You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;How can I serve You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Your Eyes-All I want</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T20:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:40:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to look at you in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to talk to you with the sight.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost inside their&amp;nbsp;perfect roundness brown.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want you to find something in mine.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear them say:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;i'm falling in love with your eyes&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; Erika C. Molina, 2009&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:2063</id>
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    <title>~.What They Did to Me.~</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T04:40:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T17:58:47Z</updated>
    <category term="green clock entries"/>
    <lj:music>`~~`</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Have you heard what they just did to me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;They cut off my wings and told me to keep walking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t fly yet but I dreamed with the day I would do it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Now I wait for something that won&amp;rsquo;t come.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Now it feels useless to thing or dream about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;There is no dream anymore. It is fog. It is a mirage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;There is no hope. It has been a no.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve never felt this. I&amp;rsquo;ve never been left without hope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Doors are closing in sharp snaps to me with a rotund &amp;lsquo;no&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;After them there is nothing. I can see nothing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;I cherished what I considered my wings. Deep cherish and strong attachment bonded me to them; but they are no longer my wings. I cannot touch them. Now I walk by trying to show indifference toward them but I only find sorrow stuck in the center of my heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;How it hurts to know that you no longer belong to me. It hurts so much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:1900</id>
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    <title>it was a 'No'</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T00:58:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T18:10:15Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>forever-michael w. smith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">maybe the adventure is right here where i am. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder what is ahead in the future? &lt;br /&gt;now i have to be strong enough to find the sunshine in the present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, there was a bird, an hanging clouds in the sky. it was a perfect sunny sky on the way to guayaquil. &lt;br /&gt;even the american&amp;nbsp;guy who interview us in the consul was&amp;nbsp;good-looking and nice. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder how does he feel to say&amp;nbsp;`no` to so many people. i would hate to&amp;nbsp;see people's faces falling apart or&amp;nbsp;trying to look calm after a visa denied. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah i didn't got it. i dont apply for it. whatever it means hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i&amp;nbsp;know where i'm not gonna be this year. and that&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;such a relieve! &lt;br /&gt;because i hate uncertainty. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;hugs and kisses for all&amp;nbsp;who read &lt;br /&gt;night!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:1654</id>
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    <title>oh dear tomorrow</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T02:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T18:13:23Z</updated>
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    <category term="writings: my poems"/>
    <lj:music>lovers in japan~colsdplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">tomorrow, tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; would you tell me what you got for me, oh dear tomorow. &lt;br /&gt;do you enjoy to hold the mistery between your veils or the anxiety in my veins? &lt;br /&gt;how do i look standing here in your edge? &lt;br /&gt;i have a presentiment i'll wait for you with my eyes wide open. &lt;br /&gt;i'll stare at you in quiteness and stillness feeling the distance we hold. &lt;br /&gt;oh tomorrow, if you&amp;nbsp;would know you are more than just another future day? &lt;br /&gt;oh if you could know what you are, what you hold, or what&amp;nbsp;your worth really is. &lt;br /&gt;let me walk along&amp;nbsp;my side of the river while you walk yours at the&amp;nbsp;shore acroos. &lt;br /&gt;let us share deep glances at each other knowing we&amp;nbsp;have destiny ties. &lt;br /&gt;but i know i'll get what i want while you get&amp;nbsp;lost in time &lt;br /&gt;so, enjoy while you can; because, tomorow, you'll be past. &lt;br /&gt;tonight just let me stop&amp;nbsp;and sing while i'll wait. &lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'll be watching&amp;nbsp;Your sky...&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moongirl17:1328</id>
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    <title>in the uncertainty</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T03:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T18:14:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">i'm happy in this boring day. &lt;br /&gt;i'll know if i get the visa for the united states in 2 days. i'm nervious. i really would like to get it. it had been a dream for too long but i'm not too anxious as i used to be when i was younger. &lt;br /&gt;i've been answering the questions of some formularies for the us consul. there are so many questions about if i had ever used arms or been in an armed attack and stuff like that. the gringos are caught completly by this issue. poor them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man! if i get to the usa i want to go to coldplay's concert in portland, oregon on july 10! that would be sweet! that would be SUCH a dream!! &lt;br /&gt;oh man, i'm hating the uncertainty...but i have a good place to rest in this waiting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if this thursday doesnt come out as i hope i still will have a good weekend. the guy i talked in the post:&amp;quot;9 days ago...&amp;quot; is coming to manta from cuenca to visit us and help the youth group with the theatre group. he is a great actor. i think he let go all his inabitions by acting. i can wait to see him again. &lt;br /&gt;i never thaught this year could be so awesome! 2009 ...i like it.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>9 days ago...</title>
    <published>2009-03-01T21:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T04:20:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Deleted entry for my own sake...........not everybody could read that one&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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