<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320</id><updated>2009-12-20T05:50:46.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>footWet</title><subtitle type='html'>ovERratEd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-8888703108791698209</id><published>2007-09-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:23:36.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlpool'/><title type='text'>happy feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRsuajnECZ4/Ruon1YZZncI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qqBnZWX1AqY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109940525240786370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRsuajnECZ4/Ruon1YZZncI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qqBnZWX1AqY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wRsuajnECZ4/Ruonf4ZZnbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J8vUidffeN4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109940155873598898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wRsuajnECZ4/Ruonf4ZZnbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J8vUidffeN4/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and my bes bud have this weird happy level check. its like we always or if not from time to time remind each other to stay happy, choose to be happy and decide to be happy. it works for me really, and i guess it works for her as well coz she keeps ranting about it... hehehe( lav u ice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my bes bud are the best. we always have a special treatment for everything else. like the way we drink beer or the way we smile or the way we accomodate people. (gosh bes... we're so much alike!!!!!). one thing i like about my bes bud is that she has this special way of laughing when she's really really light.. she snorts. yes my friends(and enemies) my bes bud snorts!!!!!! and i have to reveal too that i snort as well... (yes bes i DO) and i snort when i laugh harder than hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and who cares if we snort like pigs? i like to snort. correction... i love to snort. i am happy that's why. and with all the love and happiness in the world who doesn't want smiling faces and happy snortings? and yes, we are happy snorting conniving bitches and who cares about noses that bleed from loneliness and dysfunctional brain with so much confusion, pain and self-pity to spread? i dont. do you?( i hope you read this cuz)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and though my bes buds single(n shes ever happy) and im willingly taken life is worth the risk worth everything. bcoz thats what lifes about. its about high level happiness, overflowing love, over boosting laughter and overdozes of snorting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with so much more its all about being happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i think about my bes bud, my feets tapping in a happy rhythm... more like a happy feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-8888703108791698209?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/8888703108791698209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=8888703108791698209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/8888703108791698209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/8888703108791698209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-feet.html' title='happy feet'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRsuajnECZ4/Ruon1YZZncI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qqBnZWX1AqY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmieblue.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/115855889s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one thing that makes me scream and jump over the thorned fence is jello. yes people jello. with its sour bitter honey taste that seems to melt in your mouth and is hugged and loved by your tongue.. yeah yeah... i know m crazy. what can i do? i was born this way, raised this way,lived this way. i miss the life i had before but it doesn't mean that i wanna go back to my old ways. its much harder to ignore the fact that i am healthier, happier and peaceful. although i cant go like i used to, all those crazy dusk to dawn parties, drink till you drop,smoke till u cant breath way of life, its much easier to deal with the fact that i am living for a reason and that my life now has finally found it purpose and direction. it sounds so responsible and mature to have finally said this but my dear friends its more fulfilling to actually experience it. its like in the end of the day as you go by your prayer( yes i do pray often now) and ask yourself `what have i done and finished today?`&lt;br /&gt;for so many reasons in the world i chose not to be here, resisted &lt;a href="http://charmieblue.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/aaaaaaaa_1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the idea of ever living here even for a while, thinking i would loose my mind and that i will be bored, begged the almighty father not to ever bring me here. the ending, I'm here, having the time of my life, having a blast of every moment. for every bone in my body resisted, yet m here in very place I resented and God said I'll be here until i learn the lesson i keep on missing and until i finally see the light. i wake in the morning with a prayer and sleep at night with a prayer, smiling to myself thinking that God really is weird. weird and cool. weird , cool and exasperating. weird, cool, exasperating and mighty awesome.He knows and HE gives a damn.have a happy life! shaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-4949282054473708464?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/4949282054473708464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=4949282054473708464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/4949282054473708464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/4949282054473708464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='pieces'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-2403435625299802633</id><published>2007-12-17T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:09:37.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>foot&amp;feet</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I used to think that Christmas means gift, gifts and more gifts,&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought that it also means food and foods and more foods,&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the endless fountain of drinks with different flavors.&lt;br /&gt;Childish, selfish and satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I grew slightly older than when I was a kid,&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that apart from gifts and foods and fountain of drinks,&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to greet everyone joyous holidays and happy new year,&lt;br /&gt;With the obedience of singing them Christmas medley until you are dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I grew to be a big kid, older than the slightly older kid,&lt;br /&gt;And I learned that you are supposed to share the foods and drinks&lt;br /&gt;With the less fortunate ones, like your puppy and the kitty&lt;br /&gt;But at least you get to keep your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I grew up, slightly older than the big kid&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that world is such a horrible place, filthy and noisy&lt;br /&gt;And that Santa is just a fiction and that sock with gifts are not true&lt;br /&gt;And so I just wept for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was truly older land I was no longer a kid&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it makes a truly kindred soul to be compassionate&lt;br /&gt;And that the world could be a better if you make it a happier place&lt;br /&gt;Just like as it is childish, selfish and satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when you are truly, truly older than the older kid.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas would mean foods and more foods, fountain of drinks&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas medley, sharing it to the less and equally fortunate&lt;br /&gt;And the best part, you still get to keep your gift and gifts and more gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-2403435625299802633?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/2403435625299802633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=2403435625299802633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sensual&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of so many things&lt;br /&gt;like an open field of lilies and daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell the scent of  buttersauce&lt;br /&gt;like caramel, breathtaking delicious&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of so many things&lt;br /&gt;like a buffet of candies and pastries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im hungry&lt;br /&gt;my class will start in 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;my prof will be angry&lt;br /&gt;if i come in late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-2286318418138060517?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/2286318418138060517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=2286318418138060517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/2286318418138060517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/2286318418138060517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/12/dot.html' title='dot'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-1259655781306768216</id><published>2007-10-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:53:35.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>footsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tuggin' at my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pullin' at my clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to keep my cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starin' at my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cheeks are turnin red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm searchin' for the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; inside my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feelin' nervous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tryin' to be so perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz i know yur worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yur worth it yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i could say what i wanna say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd say i want blow you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AWAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be with u every night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i squeezing u too tight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i could say what i wanna see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna see u go down...on one knee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marry me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess i'm wishing my life away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With these things i'll never say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It don't do me any good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What use is it to u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it ain't comin out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not goin anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why can't i just tell u that i care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz im feelin nervous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz i know yur worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If i could say what i wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say i want blow you...&lt;br /&gt;AWAY&lt;br /&gt;Be with u every night&lt;br /&gt;Am i squeezing u too tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could say what i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see u go down...on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things i'll never say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is wrong with my tounge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these words keep slippin away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I stumble like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i've got nothin to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'll Never Say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-1259655781306768216?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/1259655781306768216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=1259655781306768216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/1259655781306768216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/1259655781306768216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/10/footsong.html' title='footsong'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-8451487266360628048</id><published>2007-10-10T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:20:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smooches</title><content type='html'>i am listening to MASAYA by bamboo. you know that song? well i just figured that faling in love is complicated really. i mean you wouldnt understand what it really meant until you experienced it yourself. as one of my prof said, nobody is expert about pain but the person experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;well back to the song, it reminds me of the younger years when i was less smarter and more fragile and more vulnerable, time when i had to smoke and get drunk just to express that i am hurt. i am smiling now bcoz i realized that i actually did some foolish things just to get even bcoz i was dumped. OMG! i was dumped! ahahahaha. that's cool. atleast i was dumped. coem to think of it i dumped someone too, well i guess we're even.&lt;br /&gt;i did not cry when that guy dumped me. i did not laugh though.&lt;br /&gt;how many times did i fall in love? countless.&lt;br /&gt;how many times did i find love? countless.&lt;br /&gt;how many times did love find me? once.&lt;br /&gt;i may never be able to say this ever again.&lt;br /&gt;"to my guy, thank you for finding me. thank you for completing me.thank you for giving the right reasons to live and be happy. thank you for saving me."&lt;br /&gt;in a million years, i hope that i could  give back what love has given me...&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, "ang pag-ibig, masaya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-8451487266360628048?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/8451487266360628048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=8451487266360628048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/8451487266360628048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/8451487266360628048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/10/smooches.html' title='smooches'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-7081616983145655325</id><published>2007-09-12T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:09:49.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlpool'/><title type='text'>foot wet</title><content type='html'>i am listening to the song of the 3 doors down which is the here without you, and i am suddenly lost. there are many things running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my head and i just cant form them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of my guy. the things we had, the plans, the love, the honesty, the faithfulness. i am thinking how much is left. will there be something for us? i've mentioned before... its really hard to make me stay. there are temptations... yes, but i try to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets harder as one grows old. somewhere , someday you have to commit whether you like it or not.no body said that it would so much hardwork and responsibility. nobody said it would take a lot of time and effort and self discipline. i miss being carefree and careless. its less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me myself and i. mighty trio. overrated. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iver learned something today. that a bottle of super mega over freezing beer fixes your unmanageble head and one stick of cigarrete wpuld make you smile and calm.....yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-7081616983145655325?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/7081616983145655325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=7081616983145655325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/7081616983145655325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/7081616983145655325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/09/foot-wet.html' title='foot wet'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003985281127108320.post-6945603774216128769</id><published>2007-09-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:47:22.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other side</title><content type='html'>i came across a tiny sheet of paper while i was fixin my old junks. it read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;dear daddy when i grow old i will be a doctor and i will cure ur sickness and i will take care of your bills and meds so you wont have to pay. love charmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried. i am no doctor and  i still havent paid for anything for my dad. life sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003985281127108320-6945603774216128769?l=charmiefutwet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/feeds/6945603774216128769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003985281127108320&amp;postID=6945603774216128769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/6945603774216128769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003985281127108320/posts/default/6945603774216128769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-other-side.html' title='on the other side'/><author><name>marieCharisma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321575904548004885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09645355102948960488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>