<?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-8349094448695148968</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:00:19.440+02:00</updated><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Centimental'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Religeon'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Life at large</title><subtitle type='html'>I say...we are all responsible for our own happiness. =)And that is how I learnt to see and live Life at large!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-6904900521685390472</id><published>2011-01-16T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:53:59.900+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Take a moment...</title><content type='html'>Good evening to whom ever reads these bolgg's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought about the things we do everyday with out realizing... Like walking down the street on a casual Sunday after-dinner-stoll for instance. You walk past so many different people, of all shapes and sizes, and whether you choose to verbalise it or not...you look at them in a critical manner. (This by the way is human. We are curious creatures, and what could be more intriuging than the most complex life form on plannet earth?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most of us say (or think) is, : " Would you look at the pimples on that guys face?!?! " ; " Can you believe the size of that woman on the park bench! Hell someone call the SPCA! We have a beached whale in town! " &lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've heard worse things being said by people&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the irony in this is that most of the time the things we say and think about strangers are present in our own life's. You could be a bit over weight, and say you're just cuddly...but the moment you see some one else like you, you see them as fat n ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR Sitting on the couch watching T.V with a few friends. During the add break you see a woman with anorexia and with out thinking say :"These anorexic chick's are hideous. We said maintain a healthy weight, not starve your self into a size 0!"&lt;br /&gt;Moments after you've said that, you realize your friend sitting next to you on the couch battles with anorexia every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that we are so easy to judge, but more than half the time we are either in the same boat, or we know some one in that boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange though? We accept the fat, ugly, sick and deformed people in our own lives, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it be a family member or a friend. Whilst we criticize and avoid strangers we see on our Sunday after-dinner-stroll, and that fat girl in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love a world where this is all null and void, but unfortunately that can only be possible in  heaven or some great parallel universe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you see the 'ugly' girl at class, or the fat guy having his lunch on the side walk, why not just say :"Hey!" with a smile? Or take a moment from your busy day to talk about the weather... You never know, you might just make their day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-6904900521685390472?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/6904900521685390472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-evening-to-whom-ever-reads-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/6904900521685390472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/6904900521685390472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-evening-to-whom-ever-reads-these.html' title='Take a moment...'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-1074665945570094404</id><published>2010-07-08T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:41:13.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the black sheep! ;)</title><content type='html'>Take a moment to sit on this for a while... For those who have already over come this, think back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strange as this may sound, the other night I got out the shower and as I walked passed the mirror I glanced at myself standing there. As per usual I stop to critically look at my body and what I need to improve on it.(This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; is a minor, because I know that I need to loose some more weight to improve my health.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took it up a notch, looking at things that I can not change. It came to me that I found flaws on my body that does not exist. We are so used to comparing our selves with the models in magazines, that we see flaws that do not exist. But we create these obsessions in our minds. We all want to look like THEM.&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can take a perfectly normal girl with an amazing figure and make her believe that there is something wrong with her, by showing her pictures of what people look like in magazines and in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in the end we all just seek acceptance, love and a feeling of self respect. There is the illusion that we will be generally accepted and loved if we are so skinny that we look sick, have plastic surgery done and change our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, love yourself for who you are. Don't try to fit in...cause when you look like all the rest, what makes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;? If you become like all the rest, think of how easily you can be replaced in any relationship or community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be bold, stand out, love you for you and the world will too... But most of all...remember to live life at large!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-1074665945570094404?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/1074665945570094404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-black-sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/1074665945570094404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/1074665945570094404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-black-sheep.html' title='Be the black sheep! ;)'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-4266816625672927203</id><published>2010-06-05T13:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:39:38.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religeon'/><title type='text'>Back To Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you live a life of haste and turmoil... we tend to forget our roots, where we came from and who our creator is. All of us are guilty of saying we are to busy for religion or we need to attend a show on Sunday, instead of going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, have you ever thought of it in a different light...God never puts your life and your prayers aside to finish watching his favorite sopie, nor does he hide your concerns in a drawer to go have some fun in the sun whilst you worry yourself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tough people might think this is true, it is not. Have you not once thought that if you always got what you wanted immediately after you asked for it, that it could have been disastrous...?&lt;br /&gt;God is omniscient, and he has a great plan for your life. If you always get what you want, how can God use you for the purpose he has planned before your birth...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are the only specie that changes for the worst, endangering not only us and virtually all life on earth, but also our home (Earth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember our roots, manners, values, and learn to make God a big part of our lives again. The best way to describe what we should be like is to visualize our souls as being a candle... When life gets dark you need to light your candle, which enable you to see in the dark, and be strong in facing the demons of life. The only thing that can ignite your soul is God...let him be the source of light in your life, for you can not find it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part about your light source, I heard our pastor say in church last week. I just revised it slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep believing... Keep the faith alive&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-4266816625672927203?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/4266816625672927203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/4266816625672927203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/4266816625672927203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-basics.html' title='Back To Basics'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-1627932730388635985</id><published>2010-05-09T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:44:41.873+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is love to me?</title><content type='html'>Love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The most commonly used word in the world, and most said word in all languages. Every person has their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; about love... weather it is "Only fools fall in love..." or "Love is a wonderful feeling..". What you feel about it is your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prerogative&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;types&lt;/span&gt; of love...that of general love for all God's creations, love you feel for family, love for my family, friends and just things you carry close to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing comes close to that feeling of love for a person who once was a stranger, but slowly made his way into my heart. It is like a whole new world opens around me... If I don't see him for a few days I feel like I could walk to his place...(It's kinda far) When he holds me I feel like the world can come to an end, a war could break loose outside and I would just feel content. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; a warm feeling I get inside of me when we have a moment, looking into each others eye's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think... When we are young, dating a boy in your class, you can say the words "I love you", but we do not know the real meaning or how powerful those words are when they are said with feeling and emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not always realize how short life can be, or hoe little we appreciate some one until they are gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and give those close you a hug and tell them that you care... tomorrow might not come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the love people!!!  =) *****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-1627932730388635985?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/1627932730388635985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-love-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/1627932730388635985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/1627932730388635985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-love-to-me.html' title='What is love to me?'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-5458501902278326286</id><published>2010-04-18T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:37:03.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Building that bridge...</title><content type='html'>So things don't always go our way and every day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; we make can have a much larger impact on those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; us... Usually we think that we do something and that's the end of it, but then your decision has effects on other people later on like ripples in a pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think things through well, some times I guess we all feel a little down and depressed when things go sour or not your way... All that I found to be a good remedy for that is to go sit down in a corner, feel sorry for yourself, think about it till your head hurts, make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;, get up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt; a bridge to the other side and make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking charge of your emotions and taking responsibility for your own happiness is all you can do to stop your self from going in too deep, and ending up in a place you'd rather not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonite I say that no one has MY permissoin to upset me. And no one will...  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-5458501902278326286?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/5458501902278326286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/building-that-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/5458501902278326286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/5458501902278326286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/building-that-bridge.html' title='Building that bridge...'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-760597437302504011</id><published>2010-04-17T18:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:26:53.982+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centimental'/><title type='text'>In loving memory of my best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8nfJ8PXkvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Htieeh75yxY/s1600/Zee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141385045840626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8nfJ8PXkvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Htieeh75yxY/s320/Zee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This absolute beauty in the picture, is my cat Zea... she was not only my pet, she truely was my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cat instantly calms you down when you look at them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are clean creatures, so majestic and royal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved to spoil her with all kinds of yummy treats and kitty toys. I can still remember that call, and the feeling I got when I saw her lying there... But luckily I have great memories of her... and she will always be my favourite pet I ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all you pet owners out there...give them an extra big hug, just cause you love them and you don't know if they will come running the next time you call them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of animal love!!! =) ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-760597437302504011?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/760597437302504011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-loving-memory-of-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/760597437302504011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/760597437302504011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-loving-memory-of-my-best-friend.html' title='In loving memory of my best friend...'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8nfJ8PXkvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Htieeh75yxY/s72-c/Zee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-4915451367846231714</id><published>2010-04-17T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:30:39.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>What I do when I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8jjeYmJPGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dgYCTNSlyhI/s1600/LIFE+AT+LARGE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460864659324746850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8jjeYmJPGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dgYCTNSlyhI/s400/LIFE+AT+LARGE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's rather late...and I'm wide awake as I slept all day long not feeling well, and in the bored state that I am, I do this kind of stuff...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha it looks like a kid did this. But I think it's awesome! I'm proud of my very own kiddy drawing... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All smiles and ready for bed... to fall asleep and meet the people inside my head. Tomorrow we can all wake up to a fresh new day filled with the oppertunity to make it a super-fantastic Saturday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-4915451367846231714?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/4915451367846231714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-do-when-im-bored.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/4915451367846231714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/4915451367846231714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-do-when-im-bored.html' title='What I do when I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8jjeYmJPGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dgYCTNSlyhI/s72-c/LIFE+AT+LARGE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349094448695148968.post-2216014119521914620</id><published>2010-04-16T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:21:12.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What is living life at large...</title><content type='html'>Well... Let me start by saying that no one can upset you or make you feel sad with out your consent. Because you controle your own life and make all the desicions in it yourself. I have decided that I want to be happy and independant and start my own life. So with absolutely nothing but the clothes in my bag, I traveled to the city (over 700km from my home) to look for a better life and happiness. Before I left home I had people in my ear telling me crazy things, like I will never make it, I don't know city life, crime will eat me alive, ect. I just said to myself that I am going to make it and show all those people breaking me down wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It has been just a little over a month in this so called horrible city and I have been short listed for a great job at an amazing company, I have found love, found God and reached a whole new level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't final yet, but I'm sure thy will be. Cause just look at what I have done for my self despite other people breaking me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to give credit to those in my life that have helped me and that support me all the way, Thank you all so much!! I'm not going to make a list, you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349094448695148968-2216014119521914620?l=lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/feeds/2216014119521914620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-living-life-at-large.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/2216014119521914620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8349094448695148968/posts/default/2216014119521914620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeastoldbyzania.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-living-life-at-large.html' title='What is living life at large...'/><author><name>Zania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15491534604161042190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShutzssppYQ/S8uKLYSIXMI/AAAAAAAAABA/OwWf-a3kmFc/S220/Wind+verwaai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
