<?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-90604865642902959</id><updated>2011-09-16T00:21:28.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With My heart on my sleeve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-5664917256808905934</id><published>2011-09-14T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:12:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No mans land</title><content type='html'>What do you do when a female friend decides to ditch her girl code for a man? Especially a man who was linked to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had this happen to me by supposed ‘friends’ in the past and that is why they are no longer my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the guy liked you and you liked him back but nothing really happened apart from a few texts and drinks here and there. Dose it make it ok for your friend to go on in there, knowing you and him had a little something, even though its so small? I say no. Would she be happy if you did that to her? I don’t think so. See we’re like that ourselves, so fixated on the charm of the guy who’s meant to be off limits it makes us want him that much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go at this situation from so many different ways, you can do it the childish way and hit on a man that she likes beside ‘off limits guy’ or do it the mature way, speak to her that you feel hurt and uncomfortable about the situation and try to relate to her saying ‘would you like it if I went for a guy you liked for so long and didn’t ask you how you felt about it or if it was inappropriate?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to give advice, I’m just writing of what I think I should/would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who dare discard the girl code for a man. Woman should stick together and have respect (I say that with love. Obviously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-5664917256808905934?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5664917256808905934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-mans-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/5664917256808905934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/5664917256808905934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-mans-land.html' title='No mans land'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-3790258132183446443</id><published>2011-09-14T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:11:52.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes sir? no sir</title><content type='html'>You know the quote ‘ customers always right’ it should ring true when disaster strikes at work but lets just say I’m not the type of person to stand that. I mean some times they are right and yeah I need to fix the problem and be all nice but when someone’s clearly wrong and tries it on, not going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gearing up for a busy Saturday night at work, bracing myself for what ever lies ahead, its never plain sailing when your working with the public as some of you might know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant write too much about what happened last night as I might get in trouble and really I cant be bothered to get into a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets just say, just because people visited/lived in a country for a little while and learnt some customs and ate native food doesn’t make them a connoisseur. Saying the same food should be the same in every restaurant, its like saying a cheese burger is the same every where and those who have eaten at McDonalds knows that a big Mac isn’t the same as a whopper at Burger King, it’s a burger, same type of product yet they taste totally different. So why cant there be variations in recipes at different establishments? &lt;br /&gt;Not everything everywhere is going to taste the same. Just the fact of life and if it were that way then why would you haven’t different chains and restaurants? They would all be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-3790258132183446443?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3790258132183446443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-sir-no-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/3790258132183446443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/3790258132183446443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-sir-no-sir.html' title='yes sir? no sir'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-7611617598632158689</id><published>2011-09-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:09:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late 9/11 post due to bad net access</title><content type='html'>Remembering 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was sitting in class at school when I heard about the twin towers. Back then it didn’t make much sense to me. I didn’t know what the twin towers were and how important they are and I didn’t know what a terrorist was until that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cam home turned on the telly and asked my mum what everything was all about, it still didn’t hit until I saw the images on the tv screen, that’s when I realised how bad it was and how many people lost their lives. I think I even wrote a poem about that day for my Religious Education class and remembering it was out up among others that lined the corridors. &lt;br /&gt;Even when I wrote that poem I still didn’t really know what other factors that played in that moment, it wasn’t just loss of lives it wasn’t just a terrorist attack it was evil personified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years im sure the familys that lost loved ones are still healing. We've learnt alot from that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-7611617598632158689?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7611617598632158689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-911-post-due-to-bad-net-access.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/7611617598632158689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/7611617598632158689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-911-post-due-to-bad-net-access.html' title='late 9/11 post due to bad net access'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-8486705762708707967</id><published>2011-09-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T07:55:32.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend madness</title><content type='html'>There's never a quiet weekend, I'm always working and Saturdays the busiest day.Getting a mass of different people in and the crazy buzz of the atmosphere. Family's celebrating birthdays or guys/gals on a night out ect.&lt;br /&gt;I especially don't mind all the madness if i get to see a few good looking guys. Perks of working with the public, and woodbridge is full of nice, single 'hipster' guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-8486705762708707967?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8486705762708707967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/8486705762708707967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/8486705762708707967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-madness.html' title='Weekend madness'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-1604920792748986802</id><published>2011-09-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:29:56.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The few words</title><content type='html'>I'm not the one for many words but when there's something that's happening I'll no doubt take to the stage and write all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i don't get some times is why people have blogs but never put anything remotely personal or put a personal flair to it. I want to relate to people who may come across my blog without any formal introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for my parents and serve the public all day, there's nothing quiet or ordinary in my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after tonight il have something to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-1604920792748986802?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1604920792748986802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/1604920792748986802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/1604920792748986802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-words.html' title='The few words'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90604865642902959.post-3283947906670701315</id><published>2011-09-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:10:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my own words</title><content type='html'>So im starting this blog up again to improve my writing. well i hope to improve my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aim is to write anything and everything. its not about one thing or topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to post again soon....my life cant be that boring i hope...we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;anne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90604865642902959-3283947906670701315?l=heartonsleeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3283947906670701315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-my-own-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/3283947906670701315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/90604865642902959/posts/default/3283947906670701315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartonsleeves.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-my-own-words.html' title='In my own words'/><author><name>myownwords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05868330205241539027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7wit7SkoU0/TYvaojMR8jI/AAAAAAAAACE/IbjM_rBBlc0/s220/2010-12-01-75254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
