<?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-8020892935303790294</id><updated>2011-10-28T21:59:56.803+02:00</updated><category term='Age'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Cheating'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Intimidation'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Plastic Surgery'/><category term='Kim Kardashian'/><category term='America'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='United States'/><category term='Acceptence'/><category term='Booty'/><category term='Men'/><title type='text'>The Thoughts Of A Unique Young Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-7809978732825812496</id><published>2010-11-21T09:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:00:51.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>United States of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bestesoft.com/imgbest/5/0/50731-3d-us-flag-screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.bestesoft.com/imgbest/5/0/50731-3d-us-flag-screensaver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The United States of America&lt;/span&gt;, also known as the land of opportunity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever someone asks me what do you think of America, my answer is always the same, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America is a country where people have a lot of problems&lt;/span&gt;". That's my view on this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, people have problems everywhere not just in over here, but the difference is, over here it's so out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With such a big impact on the rest of the world, people tend to only see the light of America, the good side of it. But you can never really understand what America is all about until the day you actually set your foot in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been in US for ten months and a lot of things I've seen, has been been introduced to me for the first time. For example, I had never seen so many homeless people in my life before, the sight is truly unbelievable! Coming from Europe, from a country like Sweden it was like being thrown out to a whole new world. To reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People have issues in this country. People have problems in this country. People need help in this country. Every time I take the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-disgusting &lt;/span&gt;Metro bus I see a bunch of people just being tired of life, some look like they are ready to take their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can tell that they have problems. It's written all over their faces. And every time I look at them, I think to myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh wow, that's somebody's mother, father, sister etc&lt;/span&gt;". I guess what I'm trying to say is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life is hard in America, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not really having a middle class, if you're rich in America then you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RICH&lt;/span&gt;. But boy, if you're poor, life becomes really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;America is so much more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;, so much more than high buildings and palm trees, so much more than celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Underneath all of those pretty things you see on TV, underneath the beauty of the country is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; of what people go through everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But despite all of that, America is still amazing, it's still the land of opportunity and is still a place people should visit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best believe that America has flaws, but it's still the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8020892935303790294-7809978732825812496?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7809978732825812496/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/11/united-states-of-america.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7809978732825812496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7809978732825812496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/11/united-states-of-america.html' title='United States of America'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-5487827226941195731</id><published>2010-11-13T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:38:07.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the days of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;. When stress becomes too much. When everything goes wrong and nothing feels right.&lt;br /&gt;My mother once gave me, what I think is one of the best advices anybody has ever given me. She told me “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when things go bad, it’s okey to cry, but remember that those tears isn’t what’s going to make the situation better. You are&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;So I’m passing on my mothers words to all of you who’s reading this.&lt;br /&gt;You always have a choice, just make sure you make the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;//Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-5487827226941195731?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5487827226941195731/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/11/advice.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5487827226941195731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5487827226941195731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/11/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-1546411551481928040</id><published>2010-10-29T05:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T05:07:23.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Accept What You Cannot Change. Embrace The Situations. Live Life!&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/8020892935303790294-1546411551481928040?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1546411551481928040/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/words.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1546411551481928040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1546411551481928040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-1188539106582309246</id><published>2010-10-23T00:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:32:54.394+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Age'/><title type='text'>Old Ain’t Nothing But A Number?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that really true? Is it okay to do date someone much younger? Should we look beyond that factor?&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m 23 years old and I’ve recently &lt;em&gt;accepted&lt;/em&gt; that it’s okay for me to date a man that is 22 years old. I have a &lt;strong&gt;thing&lt;/strong&gt; for age, I don’t like to date someone younger than me simply because I’ve grown up in a culture that has taught me that the man should always be older, so I’ve grown up always wanting an older man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I happened to know a young woman who is 22 years old and is dating a 17 year old kid. Now I’m referring to him as a kid, because that’s what I believe he is.&lt;br /&gt;To me, that is not only disgusting but a situation where the female has to have low self-esteem to lower herself to the point where she finds it okay to date a 17 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t’ think it’s wrong for a woman to date a younger man because they obviously look beyond age. I think it’s one of those things where I have no problems with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;other people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doing it, as long as&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don’t do it because personally I refuse to go below 22 as it is hard enough already.&lt;br /&gt;But I also feel that the view on age factor changes each year as our view on age constantly changes the older we get.&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/8020892935303790294-1188539106582309246?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1188539106582309246/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-aint-nothing-but-number.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1188539106582309246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1188539106582309246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-aint-nothing-but-number.html' title='Old Ain’t Nothing But A Number?'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-1686803087207085591</id><published>2010-10-22T23:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:13:02.901+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plastic Surgery'/><title type='text'>Plastic Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU3jBirkmDw/S4nrE_TMn3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CF8TAlfq_Io/s400/record_plastic_surgery_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU3jBirkmDw/S4nrE_TMn3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CF8TAlfq_Io/s400/record_plastic_surgery_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is plastic surgery a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I’ve said in previous posts, we all have flaws. We all have something that we wish we could change. Now most of us accepts ourselves for who we are and let it be, while some people go further and actually make the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve come to a point where I can say that plastic surgery is not a bad thing. I’ve had people tell me “ oh I think plastic surgery is such a bad thing and shouldn’t exist”. No I disagree, because there are people in this world that has been through things in their lives which has left them wounded. I think those people has every right to look like you and me. If a baby girl is born with a half face, that girl deserves to look like everybody else. If a man or woman has a default that affects them to the point where it interferes with their personal lives, then it’s more then okay for them to fix their “problem”.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do believe in, is that everybody that has plastic surgery due to enhance their beauty meaning they want a bigger cup size, or a smaller nose, does it because of low self-esteem. I don’t understand why people say things like” no I like my body, it’s perfect I just wanted to look different”. No, if your body would have been was perfect, you would never had considered that change in the first place. You would have looked yourself in the mirror and say “ I look beautiful just the way I am’.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don’t think plastic surgery is a bad thing, I do believe it can be bad depending on the person who wants to make the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the person dislikes his or her appearance to the point where they want a complete change.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think it’s sad when you see people change to the point where they almost becomes unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;But I still don’t believe that plastic surgery is a bad thing, surgery becomes a bad thing, when people have way to much time and way to much money to spend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020892935303790294-1686803087207085591?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1686803087207085591/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/plastic-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1686803087207085591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1686803087207085591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/plastic-surgery.html' title='Plastic Surgery'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU3jBirkmDw/S4nrE_TMn3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CF8TAlfq_Io/s72-c/record_plastic_surgery_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-5390429704886042486</id><published>2010-10-07T08:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:03:17.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Thank You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TK1wmqIZX-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/OV4cKXqZJAs/s1600/SDC10213+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525196127300313058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TK1wmqIZX-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/OV4cKXqZJAs/s400/SDC10213+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..To All Of You Who Comes In Here Everdyday, Especially When I Haven't Updated In A While.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's crazy that I have people checking from not only the US and Sweden, but also countries like Russia, Canada, Australia etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Much Love To You All ♥ &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/8020892935303790294-5390429704886042486?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5390429704886042486/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5390429704886042486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5390429704886042486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-thank-you.html' title='A Big Thank You..'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TK1wmqIZX-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/OV4cKXqZJAs/s72-c/SDC10213+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-5243464350486228075</id><published>2010-10-07T08:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:42:21.479+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Listen To Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24cjFb3vgIs/SfjNMUF-OyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PizTMbsWYjU/s400/listen_to_your_heart_by_Ptiteouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24cjFb3vgIs/SfjNMUF-OyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PizTMbsWYjU/s400/listen_to_your_heart_by_Ptiteouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it funny to hear people ask me how I could leave my everything and move across the world by myself. If I wasn’t too scared.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, fear is something that holds us human beings back. You are to scared to do something crazy, you are to scared to do something out of the ordinary, you are to scared to follow your heart, you are to scared to follow your dreams etc..&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, one day, one beautiful day, you will wake up and regret that you didn’t do everything while you still had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared when I left my family, but this was something I wanted to do, this was something I’ve dreamt about doing since I was a youngster and as older I got I still couldn’t let go of that dream. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be scared to take chances. Don’t be scared to try something new. Don’t be scared to think outside the box. Things might go terribly wrong and mess everything up for you. But it can also change your life in a positive way and show you a life beyond your wildest imagination. You neve know. Why? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Because life is a risk&lt;/span&gt;. Everything you do is a risk. If it goes wrong, &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt; for better days and remember, after the rain comes the sunshine. Be thankful for that moment because what comes after will be all worth it. If it works out for you, &lt;em&gt;embrace&lt;/em&gt; the moment and be &lt;em&gt;grateful&lt;/em&gt; for what you got and thank the &lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; above for making it possible. Unless you don’t believe in Him, in that case thank yourself. Either way, don’t give up, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keep your head up&lt;/span&gt; and follow your dreams. &lt;strong&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;/strong&gt; and see where it takes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lynda K&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/8020892935303790294-5243464350486228075?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5243464350486228075/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5243464350486228075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/5243464350486228075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='Listen To Your Heart'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24cjFb3vgIs/SfjNMUF-OyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PizTMbsWYjU/s72-c/listen_to_your_heart_by_Ptiteouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-8546511197092347754</id><published>2010-10-06T04:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:40:16.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TKvggLgIzxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KKVzHFq2IJU/s1600/GEDC0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524756211348066066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TKvggLgIzxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KKVzHFq2IJU/s320/GEDC0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m Lynda. I’m 23. I’m ambitious. I’m stubborn. I’m calm. I’m realistic. I’m me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for my life. There are certain things I want to do in my life, one of my biggest goal is to become a entrepreneur. I know what I want to do and what I can consider to do. As long as I don’t loose my dignity, my self-respect and my values. Mama didn’t raise no fool. I can get insecure about when I question myself whether I’m doing a certain thing right, but I’m definitely not insecure about what I’m capable of doing. I’m talented. I have a vision and with the help from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; my vision will become my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m Lynda. I’m 23. I’m ambitious. I’m stubborn. I’m calm. I’m realistic. I’m me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to make people happy. I want to help people to feel better, to live better. I want to be successful doing whatever&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He&lt;/span&gt; has planned for me. I don’t wan’ to be rich. I don’t need to be rich. I want to be financially independent. &lt;em&gt;There’s a difference&lt;/em&gt;. Read between the lines. I don’t want to be famous. I want to be successful. Ones again, &lt;em&gt;there’s a difference&lt;/em&gt;. Read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m Lynda. I’m 23. I’m ambitious. I’m stubborn. I’m calm. I’m realistic. I’m me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-8546511197092347754?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8546511197092347754/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/8546511197092347754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/8546511197092347754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-me.html' title='This Is Me'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TKvggLgIzxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KKVzHFq2IJU/s72-c/GEDC0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-9084371181695337556</id><published>2010-10-06T04:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:29:01.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To Feel For Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend of mine inspired me to write this today. I haven’t been here for a while, but I’m back. All love to all of you who read my this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have problems in this world. There’s not a single person on this living earth that doesn't go through something they wish they didn’t go through. But going through certain things does not give you the right to act like an ass. You having a problem does not make you more important then the person next to you. You don’t know what your neighbor is going through. You don’t know what pain he/she has in his/her body, what joy they feel, what brings tears to their eyes. You don’t know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, accept and embrace&lt;/span&gt; the things you cannot change. Because that my love is called life. Live it un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;til you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-9084371181695337556?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/9084371181695337556/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-feel-for-others.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/9084371181695337556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/9084371181695337556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-feel-for-others.html' title='To Feel For Others'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-3393923402267052173</id><published>2010-08-16T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:21:12.212+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>This Thing We Call Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://n8tip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/charity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://n8tip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/charity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t know what’s going on with the world, but I realized today that I don’t believe in charities. Don’t get me wrong, I believe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that there are good people out there who have big hearts and are willing to give and give and give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I don’t believe in sending money to help those less fortuned. I truly wish I could help all those less fortunes especially children because nobody should have to live under bad circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;who am I supposed to trust?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a commercial today on TV where they were encouraging people to send money and help the people of Pakistan because the country is so damaged that they will need as much international help as possible?&lt;br /&gt;But one’s again, &lt;em&gt;who am I supposed to trust?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan af Donner, a former employee who worked for both a Cancer organization and the Red Cross was caught in December 2009 after he allegally stole&lt;strong&gt; 6,6 million&lt;/strong&gt; Swedish cronors during the past 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;This is money people are sending to &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; people, how can you be so selfish to put yourself in a situation like that.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there are many people out there getting a lot of help, but I can’t stop thinking, if so much money has been raised, and so many people has donated money , shouldn’t more people live under better circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help to think that the money people are donating isn’t going through. I do believe that somewhere along the way...money is disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/8020892935303790294-3393923402267052173?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3393923402267052173/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-thing-we-call-charity.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3393923402267052173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3393923402267052173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-thing-we-call-charity.html' title='This Thing We Call Charity'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-6373260043900899065</id><published>2010-08-15T19:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:13:14.653+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Kardashian'/><title type='text'>The Kim Kardashian Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/10/27/previews/Kim%20Kardashian-FVD-000006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the &lt;strong&gt;Kim Kardashian&lt;/strong&gt; effect?&lt;br /&gt;The Kim K effect is the new hype that’s been around for shall I say the past two years. They hype over having a bigger asset to flaunt.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to think about it to be honest, because I find it funny to see how we as “normal” human beings sometimes acts like slaves because we talk, act and look like little celebrity wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think women should embrace their curves simply because I think it looks better with some extra meat on.&lt;br /&gt;But the question I want to ask is, do today’s women want bigger behinds thanks to miss Kardashian?&lt;br /&gt;Do women want bigger behind for the right reasons, meaning are they doing it for themselves or for the world to see?&lt;br /&gt;This, ladies and gentleman’s is the Kim Kardashian effect. A couple of years ago people talked about the size of Jennifer Lopez’s behind but although people talked like crazy nobody made a big deal out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simply because it wasn’t her time. Unfortunately miss Lopez showed up in a time where woman were supposed to look like supermodels as media thought it was sexier to be skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Today woman are embracing their curves and feel sexier with that extra meat on their body rather than walking around looking like women of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this post with saying that I think many of the women out there that says she’s ugly or fake are talking out of jealousy. I’ve heard many women say things like “oh she shows off her body to much, her clothes are too tight”. Seriously if she looks good (which she does) and has a nice body (which she has) why should she hide it? So haters will feel better about themselves? To all of these women hating on other women for absolutely no reason; be happy for one another, because if you saw someone walk around with low self-esteem you wouldn’t have anything to say about her. It would be okey for you, because it would make you look good. Meanwhile you wouldn’t try to boost her self-esteem either. Why? So you can feel better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead of focusing on what you don’t have, use what you do have to get what you want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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/8020892935303790294-6373260043900899065?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6373260043900899065/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/kim-kardashian-effect.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6373260043900899065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6373260043900899065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/kim-kardashian-effect.html' title='The Kim Kardashian Effect'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-4544356479112511870</id><published>2010-08-15T02:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:09:25.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happened to this generation?&lt;/span&gt; What went wrong with them and their ways of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I’ve spent time in town aka Stockholm city. As I went shopping with my little brother we grabbed something to eat in nasty McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by everything that I saw. I saw just how messed this generation is, especially the girls with their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt; sneakers (that every single person on this earth is wearing), bamboo hoops earrings and leggings.&lt;br /&gt;I found it disturbing to see 14, 13 and even 12 year old dressed as if they were in their 20’s or simply as mini hookers. Makes one wonder if they left their homes like that.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not appropriate for a girl at such young age to walk around with hot pants and giving the world a free view of your asset. You know what? Scratch that! It’s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; appropriate for any woman to walk around like that and leave nothing to the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for those girls who are growing up thinking this is the way to go and not realizing they will get a reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the 23 year old in me talking, but I used be 13 years old. I also used to be 17 years old. I was boy crazy. I walked around thinking I owned the world. But dammit never did I walk, act or talk like a so called hoe. I thank God for my mother and the fact that she was tough on me from the beginning. She raised me in a way that made me feel that I was above all of that and thanks to her I have a controlled mind.&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I grew up when I did. I’m glad I grew up not having facebook or MySpace. Sure I had playahead but it never went down the way things go down today with today’s kids.&lt;br /&gt;Best believe the day I see my 14 year old sister dressed like many girls in her age, is the day I will drag her to the street and whoop her ass.&lt;em&gt; I call that discipline baby&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020892935303790294-4544356479112511870?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4544356479112511870/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-generation.html#comment-form' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4544356479112511870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4544356479112511870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-generation.html' title='This Generation'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-7448679648504909045</id><published>2010-08-05T22:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:05:55.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidation'/><title type='text'>Intimidation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spvm.qc.ca/upload/Prevention/intimidation_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.spvm.qc.ca/upload/Prevention/intimidation_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I just posted something about appearance but I got more to say lol. I thought about just how shallow we are as people, we have this fantasy of how we want people to look like. And we say things like “ he has to be tall, she has to be slim etc ” which is pretty normal I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But why do we say things like, “ oh he has to have blue eyes, he has to have brown eyes”. How far can we actually go. Does it really matter what eye color he or she has? Will we like the guy more if he has dark eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it!&lt;br /&gt;If you do, feel free to explain it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wasn’t really the meaning of this post, I actually have something else to talk about - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intimidation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived in Los Angeles since January of this year and like many young females in my age, I’ve been on dates.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the city of angel to study to become a journalist. Now here is the deal, as I’ve met guys, a lot of them seem to feel intimidated by the fact that I want to become a journalist. They seem to be intimidated by the fact that my dream is to work on CNN.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not me trying to be funny, but I know I’m smart weather people think I look intelligence or not.&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that if I say “oh I’m a receptionist” they seem to be okey with it, but me wanting to be a journalist makes me automatically out of their league.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not saying it’s bad thing because I know that me being a future journalist, I want my future husband to be on the same level as me meaning I would&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if he was a lawyer, an attorney, a doctor, a journalist etc, but then again love is blind and the &lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt; works in mysterious ways so he might just be in a “lower division”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know what? After reading what I just wrote, I’m happy with all of this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-7448679648504909045?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7448679648504909045/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/intimidation.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7448679648504909045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7448679648504909045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/intimidation.html' title='Intimidation'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-4030976291569528173</id><published>2010-08-04T19:26:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:03:40.531+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptence'/><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://health.uark.edu/healthoverthinness/images/LoveYourselfLogo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://health.uark.edu/healthoverthinness/images/LoveYourselfLogo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a person is down and feel bad about themselves then it’s because they are in a state of mind where they are not comfortable with where they are or who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I’ve come to realize that no matter how much people tell you that you’re pretty non of that matter unless you open up your eyes and see things for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;You will never look like Kim Kardashian or Halle Berry no matter how much you loose weight, or how much you fix your hair etc. You will never been anyone but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do understand how a lot of women are insecure about themselves and their appearance when we live in a world where looks is a major thing.&lt;br /&gt;But they only true way of loving yourself is to start accepting yourself. The moment you accept your height, or your weight or your face is the moment you will love yourself for who your are. When you reach that ultimate point you will no longer bother to try to look like anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accepting is the way to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-4030976291569528173?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4030976291569528173/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4030976291569528173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4030976291569528173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-1531401917238403685</id><published>2010-07-31T08:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:02:21.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people in your lives are the people that will either bring you down or bring you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often think about the people in my life, the oh-so important people and the ones I couldn’t’t care less about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past six months, ever since I left Sweden to move to Los Angeles I’v thought a lot about the ones I call friends and the one who for some reason wants to be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; I have a very private profile on Facebook so basically you can’t see anything unless you're on my friends list. Now there are people I don’t consider to be my friends, people I hardly talk to, people I don’t like or people that doesn’t like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those same people have tried to become my new home girls/homeboys ever since I moved to the States. The same people has sent me friend requests, some has even done it several times, and even funnier, some of these oh so wonderful people now refers to me as “sister or home girl”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? Tell me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I’m not stupid, the way I see it, if we don’t have a good relationship or a solid ground and you weren’t’t there before, you will most definitely not be in my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I’m trying to say is get rid of those unhealthy people that are in your life. You came to do you, they came to try to be with you along the way for whatever reason they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at the people in your life, you don’t have to tell all of those people in your life what’s up, but be true to yourself. If you have a friend that you deep down know that he/she isn't not the real deal, why waste your time? If you know that your friend always is around when something good happens in your life, then he/she is just with you for the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, you know who you are when you feeling down and going through messed up things in your life. The ones that are by your side everyday asking about your feelings, sitting up and talking to you until you feel like you got everything together. Those are your friends. Those people are the ones that are there for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020892935303790294-1531401917238403685?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1531401917238403685/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/important.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1531401917238403685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/1531401917238403685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/important.html' title='Important?'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-3871036756361295411</id><published>2010-07-17T22:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:46:24.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Day Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is my day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm 23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Today It's been 23 years old since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my Lord for giving me those 23 years, because I know there are people who was born the same year as me but are no longer here today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&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/8020892935303790294-3871036756361295411?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3871036756361295411/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3871036756361295411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3871036756361295411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-day-today.html' title='It&apos;s My Day Today!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-3496717168427312200</id><published>2010-07-06T07:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:50:38.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Bean Experiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Hey! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;That song is not exactly my type of music, but it is one hell of a song and I love it. I find it amazing how we, as people are so quick to let other people know what we like and don’t like. We are so quick to let the whole wide world know that we only hang with a certain type of people, that we only listen to a certain type of music. But one day you find yourself listening and bumping your head to music you never thought you would listen to. Those moments are the moments we think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m sitting in the balcony and enjoying the wind ans listening to Seal’s wonderful “ Kiss from a rose” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday when I sat at the Coffee Bean cafe I looked outside the window and I thought to myself.. It feels like everywhere I go I see a bunch of couples everywhere, which is understandable. Love is a beautiful feeling, wouldn’t you say.&lt;br /&gt;I know myself quite well, even though I’m finding out new things about myself every single day. I know for a fact that I’m a family person and I can’t wait until the day I get married and have kids. I can’t wait until the day I have my own family that I will dedicate my life to.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a question though. We all have a type, right? We date a certain type, we marry a certain type, but my question is, what is it about that specific type that makes us want to date a person.&lt;br /&gt;How do you even come up with a type? Is it based on a fantasy? Is it based on your life? Is it based on your requirements? Or is it simply based on bad experiences?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we want what we can’t have, we want what we feel might not be the right thing for us. We want excitement. We want a dose of danger. We want adventure. But are all of those things real? &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/8020892935303790294-3496717168427312200?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3496717168427312200/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee-bean-experiance.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3496717168427312200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/3496717168427312200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee-bean-experiance.html' title='Coffee Bean Experiance'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-6527674242729576836</id><published>2010-06-25T20:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:45:49.349+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Remembering The King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TCTzTbTU1kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wVJE4GJGBJA/s1600/mjack_87733889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486777761115985474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TCTzTbTU1kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wVJE4GJGBJA/s400/mjack_87733889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's June 25th and It's been 1 year since Michael Jacksone passed away. I'm still sad and I still can't believe he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;He was truly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess he's in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm remembering my King..&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020892935303790294-6527674242729576836?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6527674242729576836/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/remembering-king.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6527674242729576836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6527674242729576836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/remembering-king.html' title='Remembering The King!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TCTzTbTU1kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wVJE4GJGBJA/s72-c/mjack_87733889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020892935303790294.post-4182673148999656556</id><published>2010-06-24T08:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:28:06.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be All You Can Be..And More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs447.snc3/25660_10150175417330626_590500625_12189662_6523668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 559px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs447.snc3/25660_10150175417330626_590500625_12189662_6523668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be brave&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Be scared&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Be shy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Be crazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Be You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be all you can be. Plus a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let anybody tell you, you can’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream and make sure you dream big. Set goals and be sure to accomplish your goals.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is not failing, because failure can take you to another level. The worst thing you can do is not try at all and spend the rest of your life holding on to the “what if’s”.&lt;br /&gt;In one of my all time favorite songs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; says “ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well They Say The Sky's The Limit And To Me That's Really True&lt;/span&gt;”. Guess, how much I believe in that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on &lt;em&gt;January 1st&lt;/em&gt; I make a list. On that list, I write down all the things I want to d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o during the year and all the goals I want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;em&gt;December 31st&lt;/em&gt; of the same year, I look through my list and I’m proud of all the things I’ve achieved over the year. It shows me not only that I’m ambitious but that I believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the idea a couple of years ago, when I watched an episode of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/span&gt; ( remember that one?), where the main character, Dawson said to someone “ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t want to be the same person every year, I want to be different one year from now and develop into a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Now you can imagine just how old school Dawson’s Creek is, but that line stuck in my mind and I carry it with me at all time.&lt;br /&gt;So my tip to you is to make a list ( doesn’t necessarily have to be on January 1st, so put whatever date you want).&lt;br /&gt;Your list could be both personal goals or “public goals” that will be visible to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to write down the craziest things, the most important thing isn’t to fail, but to believe in yourself and do whatever you put your mind to.&lt;br /&gt;When you have written your list, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; delete anything. Once you put it on paper it’s done.&lt;br /&gt;But if you come up whit things you want to put on the list as time passes, just add them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don’t wish to look through it after a year, that’s fine. You decide the amount of time you are willing to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carry that list with you at all time. Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&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/8020892935303790294-4182673148999656556?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4182673148999656556/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-all-you-can-beand-more.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4182673148999656556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/4182673148999656556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-all-you-can-beand-more.html' title='Be All You Can Be..And More'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-2898875008352722804</id><published>2010-06-24T06:45:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:11:54.028+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>The Lack Of Respect. From One Woman To Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/ballhype/story_large/2009/08/25/respect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you respect other women. No, really do you respect other women for being women in general? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t understand why we as females have so little respect for one another that we would do things that men would never do to each other.&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I’m happy to see women climbing to the top and do things just as good as men, if not better. &lt;strong&gt;Big up to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But dammit I understand why women will never rule the world or come up to the same position as men. Take it as you want, but I don’t have any problems with that. Why? Easy. &lt;em&gt;Women hate women&lt;/em&gt;. How are we supposed to “rule” the world when we can’t even stand each other? How are we supposed to do good and come together as people when we are literally willing to step on each others shoes for nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to get something off my chest&lt;/em&gt;..there’s a question I’ve always had, which is why are some women willing to sleep with men that are taken when those females clearly knows that he’s taken, especially if the other woman is a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate women, but some women out there are simply too pathetic to the point where that it becomes sad.&lt;br /&gt;How can you as a female sleep with a guy who is not yours and believe in your mind that one day, one of these days he will leave his wifey for you?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously since you’re that other woman, it means you’re stuck between four walls. The guy doesn’t take you out, he doesn’t walk around letting everybody know that you’re the &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;, when you call him and he is with his girl and he clicks you away or something, what in your mind makes you think that you are that important?&lt;br /&gt;If a man keeps “hiding” you from his loved ones, it means your ain’t shit. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take a hint&lt;/span&gt;. Same thing when he’s only keeping in touch after certain hours. That’s called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;booty call&lt;/span&gt;. Once again. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take a hint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to look down on other women, I’m just trying to make people realize that a man is just a man. He may be real special, but he’s still just a man. He is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; God, even though he might make you think so.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked me a couple of years ago when we were having this conversation, why men cheat. Why I though men could do such thing without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an answer I’m willing to stick by today. I’m not justifying what men does, but what I’m saying is that men cheat because there are women out there that are willing to &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; them cheat. &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I said it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are not harsh at all but, if you get offended but what I just wrote, then I guess you know deep down inside of you, what kind of woman you are&lt;br /&gt;Until we learn how to like and re4spect each other, I’m completely happy with our position today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Self-Respect is the beginning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&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/8020892935303790294-2898875008352722804?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2898875008352722804/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/lack-of-respect-from-one-woman-to.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/2898875008352722804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/2898875008352722804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/lack-of-respect-from-one-woman-to.html' title='The Lack Of Respect. From One Woman To Another'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-7654919049040278121</id><published>2010-06-23T08:19:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:04:43.155+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You Know That Thing called Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mickhagen.com/images/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mickhagen.com/images/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve thought about something for a while. This whole &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; thing. Love is truly a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; thing, it’s a wonderful feeling that might make you cry from time to time. It can make you feel humiliated and sad but when that love is on top, baby It really is on top.&lt;br /&gt;Although we all want to feel love and feel wanted, what I don't understand is why people “&lt;em&gt;chase&lt;/em&gt;” love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t understand the people that are &lt;em&gt;in my eyes&lt;/em&gt; desperate to the point where they try to find love on different chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why people go on TV to tell the entire world that he/she cannot find a significant other on their own therefore he/she need to be on TV incase&lt;strong&gt; the One&lt;/strong&gt; may be watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened to love anyway? What happened to the appreciation between one another? Is it gone? Is it lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We live in a world where we have TV shows like the Bachelor/the Bachelorette where we see 20 grown men and women fighting for one person.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about those shows is that it makes you realize that you have a bunch of adults acting like 15 year olds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is not something you are supposed to chase because when it comes knocking on your door, those knocks will be so loud that you will just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will know that you have been privileged enough to have found your significant other that will bless your life in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It kind of sounds like I’m in my 40’s and have experienced everything thas has to do with love, but that’s not the case. I’m just a 23 year old young woman who has values that are a little bit different then values of most young people today.&lt;br /&gt;I may be young but boy do I believe in love. I believe that everybody has that special somebody out there, I believe that love is a powerful feeling that can either bring you up or take you down depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that people shouldn’t walk around saying those three powerful words for the fun of it. Actions speaks louder than words and if you tell your significant other that you love her/him be ready back it up. You better be able to act in a way that indicates that you do love that person, because saying those three words isn't hard as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t let anybody fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I’m taking it easy, I’m not chasing anybody. I’m not chasing love, but at the same time I’m not sitting around waiting for it either. I’m meeting it halfway and one of these beautiful days somebody will be knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will open..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/em&gt;&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/8020892935303790294-7654919049040278121?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7654919049040278121/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-that-thing-called-love.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7654919049040278121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/7654919049040278121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-that-thing-called-love.html' title='You Know That Thing called Love?'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639047992228125195</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-8020892935303790294.post-6153489601689593573</id><published>2010-06-23T07:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:50:49.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The First One. Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TCLujEwCbVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pcOiIjyNpL8/s1600/SDC18628+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486209582428745042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3VuEQLSabM/TCLujEwCbVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pcOiIjyNpL8/s320/SDC18628+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to create another blog simply because the other one is about my life here in the States, while this blog is a more personal page where I get to write about my thoughts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;While I write about daily stuff in my other blog, here I will be writing about more serious topics.&lt;br /&gt;I like to write and I will be writing longer posts which I don’t do on my other blog simply because I’m not sure people has the time to actual read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Either way all I want to do is write..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce myself. I’m a soon turning 23 year old young woman who you can find in the city of angels, also known as Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a journalism major student who goes to Santa Monica College and wish to transfer to California State University, Long Beach after my time at SMC.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in this big country called the United States for five months now.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;January 25th&lt;/strong&gt;, I packed my bags, sat on a plane, closed my eyes and flew away to my new home for a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;I left my family and friends in &lt;strong&gt;Stockholm, Sweden&lt;/strong&gt; to pursue an education in one of the biggest cities in the world and after five months I can honestly say that moving to the USA was the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my own now. I’m miles away from family. I’m building my own life. My parents has done an amazing job raising a young woman who turned out to be quite an individual.&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws, the last time I checked we all did, but dammit I am proud of myself. I’m proud of myself for being the strong person that I have become. I’m proud of myself for being the independent woman that I am. I’m proud of myself for making a decision that pretty much changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy moving out and not seeing your family for at least six months, It’s not easy waking up and not having your loved ones beside you. It’s not easy when you're down and all you need is some sweet words from your mother but she’s so far away.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to my inner strength, the love and support from my family and the &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;an above, I will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;This is my LA life live from Los Angeles, starring me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ms Lynda K&lt;/span&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/8020892935303790294-6153489601689593573?l=cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6153489601689593573/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-one-introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6153489601689593573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020892935303790294/posts/default/6153489601689593573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoboohbymoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-one-introduction.html' title='The First One. 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