<?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-4440397210975522873</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:34:51.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-7198739195003037214</id><published>2008-11-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:41:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it finally hit me</title><content type='html'>I know this is probably really corny, but I was looking at my sister today and something hit me. I love this little girl with all my heart. So much so that I would do just about anything for her. It finally hit me that I love her uncondintionally. It's crazy just how much I love her. She was born when I was 17 years old, so I know what life is like if she wasn't around. However, I can't imagine not having here now. I don't know, I just find her amazing in every single way :]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-7198739195003037214?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/7198739195003037214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=7198739195003037214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/7198739195003037214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/7198739195003037214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-finally-hit-me.html' title='it finally hit me'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-4796458648117712286</id><published>2008-11-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:58:31.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just throwing this out there, but can anyone give me a true definition of "LOVE"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean honestly, what is love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But to me, love is that moment when you're trying to explain what you're feeling but you can't really breathe. It's that moment when you're heart feels as if it's in your throat. It's that moment when you feel as if you would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choke&lt;/span&gt; on your words if you were to speak. Love is that thought that runs through your mind at random and makes you smile. Love is that memory that always makes you laugh just as hard as the day it happened. Love is worrying too much and pushing yourself to the limits. Love is different to everyone, therefore we can never truly define LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-4796458648117712286?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/4796458648117712286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=4796458648117712286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4796458648117712286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4796458648117712286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-3817564743153909992</id><published>2008-10-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:21:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domino Effect</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you realize that you're going down the wrong path? Or when you realize that you can't help someone and you have to start helping yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been making some really bad choices and they are starting to pile up on me. My mind has been in a million places, but it's not where it should be. I haven't been doing my school work and I have lost my drive to succeed. I am going day by day waiting for all of this to end. I no longer have a will to survive and i don't understand why. I am feeling completely drained from life.&lt;br /&gt;Just last night my dad asked me what interests me and I truly could not answer him. I don't know what I want in life anymore. Is that bad? Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I mean maybe it's just a moment that will pass, but it feels like a domino effect. It's like one bad thing after another after another. I'm n a big hole that i can't figure out how to get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else ever felt this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-3817564743153909992?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/3817564743153909992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=3817564743153909992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/3817564743153909992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/3817564743153909992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/10/domino-effect.html' title='Domino Effect'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-4888053925769786864</id><published>2008-10-17T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:12:03.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Foods</title><content type='html'>In my family we have a "traditional" cheese cake that we make. Now I don't know if you could really call it traditional seeing as it is a normal cheese cake. The only deference is that we use the same recipe since my great great gradma was living in Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;So what really makes a food traditional?&lt;br /&gt;To me, what makes a food traditional is when no matter what that specific food is made at certain time of year. I also think that the way that the food is made makes it traditional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-4888053925769786864?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/4888053925769786864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=4888053925769786864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4888053925769786864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4888053925769786864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/10/traditional-foods.html' title='Traditional Foods'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-906167320491670713</id><published>2008-10-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:32:33.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>C H A N G E is not always bad.&lt;br /&gt;For most "CHANGE" is a very scary thing. We get use to one way of life and one way of thinking. We become accustom to certain things, which aren't always the best for us, it is almost like we do not know any better. We get stuck in these continuous cycles and these never ending pain filled stories. We allow ourselves to be jerked around, back and forth, for a good majority of our lives. However, when a "CHANGE" for the better comes along, some don't even notice, and it passes them by. But not for the rest who do notice it, know its a good change. So now, if we know that this change is a good one, why do we insist on holding on to our "old customs"? Why can't we just learn to live a better life? The truth is we will learn and we will eventually let go of our old customs. Don't let your old customs ruin something good. Don't allow your bad habbits to interfere with your happiness. We are all creatures of habbit.  [[ So lets try to develope some good ones. ]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-906167320491670713?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/906167320491670713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=906167320491670713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/906167320491670713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/906167320491670713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-2096724720523413443</id><published>2008-09-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:15:09.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life...&lt;br /&gt;It is a game that we are forced to play..We all lose a little and win a little...Some fade away and some grown clear...We come and go in and out of our own lives as well as that of others...We cry and laugh...Sing and dance...Hurt and heal..We live and we don’t...People judge both beauty and the mind...But who decides the rules of the game?&lt;br /&gt;We say life is a game with NO RULES, yet we all seem to face similar obstacles...And we all seem to feel similar pain..We all know what it is like to feel happiness and sadness. Emptiness and clutter. Loneliness and love...&lt;br /&gt;so if life has no rules why do we all share these feelings..why do we feel that we have no way out? .if there are no rules, then we should be free to do as we please.&lt;br /&gt;Right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create our own rules..Out of fear...&lt;br /&gt;We all fear [[to some extent]] being alone..being hurt..being used..being lied to..being let down..But the thing that we fear the most is being afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is who we are. since the day we were born we have been taught to be afraid..as little kids we don’t understand what pain is because we've never felt it..but once we realize that something is "suppose" to hurt, we then understand pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence is freedom. Freedom from fear...Freedom from life...freedom from all that ties us down because of fear...&lt;br /&gt;I have been misunderstood for so many years [[by myself and by others]] but I know understand what I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live blindly...because only then will i not judge or fear..i will learn..Those who worry about what will happen tomorrow will spend their whole lives preparing for "tomorrow" and never enjoying "today."&lt;br /&gt;We bind ourselves with our own rules and regulations..&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;If we love blindly, we will actually love.&lt;br /&gt;If we trust blindly, we will actually trust.&lt;br /&gt;If we live blindly, we will actually live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be blind. Judge me if you wish...But I am who am and I will live how I choose to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-2096724720523413443?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/2096724720523413443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=2096724720523413443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/2096724720523413443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/2096724720523413443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/09/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-7748024418860335711</id><published>2008-09-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:43:42.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Just Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It’s crazy how much I love her,&lt;br /&gt;Even when we get into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how she makes me stutter&lt;br /&gt;And how my heart smiles at her sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how much she makes me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Even if she’s not trying.&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how she is my other half&lt;br /&gt;And how she finds it cute when I’m whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how she makes me complete,&lt;br /&gt;Even when she’s not aware.&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how she is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And how she’s like my teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how she makes me glow,&lt;br /&gt;Even when she has to go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Jessica L. Peralta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-7748024418860335711?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/7748024418860335711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=7748024418860335711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/7748024418860335711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/7748024418860335711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-im-just-crazy.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Just Crazy'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-4923950502118602804</id><published>2008-09-04T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:29:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that I just had to say</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what runs through the minds of everyone in the world or what other people have to live with everyday? I mean we all live our own lives we have our own problems and we’re all stressed about something different, but think about right now while you’re reading this someone has just been murdered. While you’re watching TV or complaining about the most minuscule thing there is a child being abused out there. Every second of every day a life is ended, some in which didn’t even get the chance to enjoy just an hour of life. It makes me sick when I look around and see what this world has become. We are so concerned with achieving our own satisfaction that we don’t even notice what is truly happening around us. This may make me odd, but I just can’t stop thinking about the people who have to live these indescribable forms of torture and pain. My pain seems like the end of the world to me and it is nothing compared to what some people have to put up with. It frustrates me because I just don’t understand how people don’t see any of this.  I don’t understand how people could be so cruel and heartless towards other people.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really get my point across nor really say what I wanted to, but my thoughts are everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-4923950502118602804?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/4923950502118602804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=4923950502118602804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4923950502118602804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/4923950502118602804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-that-i-just-had-to-say.html' title='Something that I just had to say'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440397210975522873.post-8872183441614534498</id><published>2008-09-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:47:04.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I had a conversation with my mother and she mentioned the word "FEAR." I have a few things that I would like to say about it. I hope this helps someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a very powerful thing. It can control how we think, how we feel and even how we live, but only if we allow it to. "Fear is only as deep as the mind allows"- Japanese proverb. If we allow Fear to take over our lives we could miss out on a lot. Fear cannot differentiate good from bad nor right from wrong. By definition fear is specific behaviors of escape and avoidance. It can make us try to avoid the horrors in life, which is not bad. However it can also cause us to miss out on the wonders of life. Fear will always deny us our happiness and our peace of mind.  "Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live."- Dorthy Thompson. We all need to give ourselves the chance to live. "Fear breeds fear" - Byron Janis. Fear creates anger and anger creates solitude and solitude creates our unhappiness which in turn makes us fear the wonders of life not allowing us to live our lives to the fullest.  Fear causes us to do things we would not normally do. It blinds us from all that is good and all that is positive. Fear will take away our chances at a better life, but only if we allow it to.&lt;br /&gt;Fear has controlled my life. I’m just now learning that it is all in my mind and I can regain control of my life. We all have fears and we all react differently to them, but they are all in our minds. There is no fear that we cannot overcome. Being brave does not mean never being afraid; it means that your fear does not control you, you control it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440397210975522873-8872183441614534498?l=jperalta005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/feeds/8872183441614534498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440397210975522873&amp;postID=8872183441614534498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/8872183441614534498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440397210975522873/posts/default/8872183441614534498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jperalta005.blogspot.com/2008/09/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Miss Jessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944913756822642790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
