<?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-6734615283677860770</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:44:52.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je pense, donc je suis.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951938970715361988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l975l_-as6U/R5pXJucTgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik886XBBbZg/S220/l_4231cf699fa1a53acef34209fa61afc4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734615283677860770.post-6425075238012009742</id><published>2008-01-25T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:47:52.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems for English</title><content type='html'>These are the poems I wrote for a project in English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What secrets have you hidden in your soul&lt;br /&gt;That you lock up and harbor deep within&lt;br /&gt;These secret things make you a perfect whole&lt;br /&gt;The life you've lived, each thought that has e'er been&lt;br /&gt;You tightly grasp your secrets kept untold&lt;br /&gt;Your heart a door and trust the misplaced key&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the door, I swear I'll dearly hold&lt;br /&gt;All the things that others cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ninety pounds, watches the scale go down&lt;br /&gt;Still not content, intent on losing more&lt;br /&gt;She's losing this internal war&lt;br /&gt;She sees obesity in her size four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly scars on her self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Teenage girls can be so mean&lt;br /&gt;She's throwing up in bathroom stalls&lt;br /&gt;And trying on the extra smalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is so deep; her efforts a waste&lt;br /&gt;She feels no pretter just farther away&lt;br /&gt;From the girl she used to be; can't even see her face&lt;br /&gt;Through protruding cheekbones. She can't find her place&lt;br /&gt;What is this addiction that she constantly craves?&lt;br /&gt;Breaks her mirror. Her body's wasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Game of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you realize that my love you stole&lt;br /&gt;You give your smile unto another's eyes&lt;br /&gt;I should not cry o'er what I can't control&lt;br /&gt;But he who fails is always one who tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me was only just a fraud&lt;br /&gt;A game played to amuse your searching heart&lt;br /&gt;But at this game your skill I must applaud&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you right from the very start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though my broken heart beats frail&lt;br /&gt;It still denies your humble sheeps disguise&lt;br /&gt;For what we had seemed like a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Sure truth is beautiful but so are lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my heart did yours so entertain&lt;br /&gt;That one day you'll return to play again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who am I that you in all your power&lt;br /&gt;Would hold my hand and guide me through each day&lt;br /&gt;Would want so much to be my closest friend&lt;br /&gt;That you would choose to give your life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I that in the universe&lt;br /&gt;Your ever watching eye could see me here&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather watch decisions that I make&lt;br /&gt;Than planets twirling in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I that you would choose to make&lt;br /&gt;Something whose heart changes on a whim&lt;br /&gt;Birds and beasts trust you more than I&lt;br /&gt;Yet you have said you love me more than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I that you would place me here&lt;br /&gt;In this body with this life to live&lt;br /&gt;A small amount of time is all I have&lt;br /&gt;So unto you my life I freely give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734615283677860770-6425075238012009742?l=chillprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6425075238012009742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734615283677860770&amp;postID=6425075238012009742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/6425075238012009742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/6425075238012009742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/2008/01/poems-for-english.html' title='Poems for English'/><author><name>Laine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951938970715361988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l975l_-as6U/R5pXJucTgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik886XBBbZg/S220/l_4231cf699fa1a53acef34209fa61afc4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734615283677860770.post-1298206533163655283</id><published>2007-06-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:17:35.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come As You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has anyone but me noticed that the church is one of the most judgemental places you can go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has anyone noticed that instead of welcoming a late person to church, they are shunned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has anyone noticed that instead of accepting people no matter if their hair is green or if they're in a tee shirt and jeans, they're looked down upon because they're not "dressed right"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has anyone noticed that churches in general focus on everything but saving and nurturing our members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We focus on numbers, on dress, on money, on status. Not just social status, but status and rank in the church is very very important to us. How many mission trips  you've been on, how many "unknown" chores you do around the church. We even focus on how many people we can save, but don't focus on their hearts to 1) make sure they're really saved and 2) make sure they are nurtured after salvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does anyone realize, the church is the EXACT OPPOSITE of EVERYTHING Jesus wanted it to be. Now, don't get me wrong, there are really amazing God-filled churches out there. But sadly, they are very rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mother and I were talking about this the other day, and she said, "Church should be like an AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) meeting.  If someone walks in late, they're welcomed warmly, because everyone knows they might not have come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus said come as you are. And to be the body of Christ, we are to accept people as they are. And further more ENCOURAGE people to be as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus can use people in jeans and tees to reach other people in jeans and tees. Jesus can used green haired people to reach purple haired people. God can use dressed up people to reach people who like to dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I came to church a few Sundays ago with pink and purple hair, and the comment "Laine needs help" was left on the prayer list.  If we are all cloned people 1) our "body" won't work and 2) can you imagine anything more condesending and uninviting to a newcomer to see that the whole church is one huge clique? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We need to get away from our comfort zones of "everyone should be like me" and adventure into the world of Jesus.  Invite people to come as they are. Maybe then, our churches would actually be, well, churches&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734615283677860770-1298206533163655283?l=chillprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1298206533163655283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734615283677860770&amp;postID=1298206533163655283' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/1298206533163655283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/1298206533163655283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-as-you-are.html' title='Come As You Are'/><author><name>Laine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951938970715361988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l975l_-as6U/R5pXJucTgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik886XBBbZg/S220/l_4231cf699fa1a53acef34209fa61afc4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734615283677860770.post-7604464082997411072</id><published>2007-04-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:54:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/43df56u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/4bh0jsj.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Destiny commited suicide last night. She made a loop in a belt and hung herself from her closet door. No one expected it. Not from her. I talked to Destiny everyday after school. Even yesterday we laughed and joked and I gave her a hug and said "See you tomorrow". Destiny ALWAYS had a smile on her face. She was opitimistic with a great sense of humor. Lively and bubbley. Her beautiful brown eyes were always gleaming with excitment. She had a presence about her that made you smile and laugh when you were around her. Alot of people, including me, loved her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some of my peers found (more like created) reasons to pick on her. She was probably one of the most talked-about girls at school. If she was ever mentioned in a conversation including people who didn't know her well, someone would always say "Destiny? You mean the whore one?". Destiny had never slept around. Kids who were bored with their own pathetic excuses for lives decided they needed someone to pick on for their entertainment. And Destiny became their target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rumors became so bad and so widespread that some of Destiny's friends began to believe them and deserted her. But she never seemed to mind. She never complained or talked bad about kids who bad-mouthed her. She was just...happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after three years of these rumors, I'm sure it started to wear on her. I personally know how that feels. She was having family problems, the boy she liked had listened to the kids telling the rumors, and she was losing friends as the rumors got worse. She just couldn't handle it. I know one thing going through her mind last night was "When I do this, everyone will see what they did to me, and maybe they'll feel bad, and won't do it to anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had been a kid that picked on her, you would have felt bad. You would have felt guilty. And you would probably be hating yourself at the time. Any human would. I even feel a bit guilty because I never told her that I loved her or that she made my day a little bit happier. I thought it was implied; NEVER EVER EVER ASSUME THAT. But the kids at my school aren't human. They're animals. No one felt bad. Infact, people thought it was funny. FUNNY. You could walk down the halls and hear "Hahahahaha. She was a whore anyways." or "Hahaha. She probably had so many STD's that she knew she wasn't going to live anyways". One girl even had the nerve to come up to me and say "Well, she's in hell now." I said "Excuse me, who do you think you are?! God?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't really know Destiny, it's understandable if you're not broken down into tears, but laughing at her? I'm not asking for sympathy for her, just a little respect for human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids helped take a life, and they think it's funny. Makes you sick doesn't it? If this is the next generation that will run our nation, we're not going to be here much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734615283677860770-7604464082997411072?l=chillprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7604464082997411072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734615283677860770&amp;postID=7604464082997411072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/7604464082997411072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/7604464082997411072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Laine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951938970715361988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l975l_-as6U/R5pXJucTgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik886XBBbZg/S220/l_4231cf699fa1a53acef34209fa61afc4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/43df56u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734615283677860770.post-3820243418131301044</id><published>2007-03-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:44:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shalt make others covet you?</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was watching T.V. with my mom last night (it was House night :])&lt;br /&gt;and a commercial came on that kind of hit me as interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a car commercial (i don't remember what kind) but they had different women on there saying why they liked the car and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special right?&lt;br /&gt;Until one woman, with a big cheesy smile,that if someone in real life was wearing, we might ask her who did her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facelift&lt;/span&gt; so we can know who to avoid, said "Oh my gosh. My friends are SO jealous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. God said "Thou shalt not covet" but he never said that we couldn't try to make others covet us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold up.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh. My friends are SO jealous!"&lt;br /&gt;Why would we want to make our friends jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they our friends?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we want the best for our friends and for them to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if that's true, what makes that statement so appealing?&lt;br /&gt;What would make us, as a society, hear that statement then rush to buy this car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, as a society, we are completely and totally "me-centered".&lt;br /&gt;Because everything we do has to benefit US, or make OUR lives easier, or make US feel better about OUR pathetic little selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad that most of us use our friends only to make ourselves feel better?&lt;br /&gt;We see no point in the relationship if there is nothing in it for us.&lt;br /&gt;We see no point in ANYTHING if there is nothing in it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say there are two cars.&lt;br /&gt;Both are the same price.&lt;br /&gt;Both run fine.&lt;br /&gt;The first is a very attractive car, with a perfect,custom paint job, heated,leather seats, built in DVD player, and those fancy seats that flip up so you can put all your useless junk underneath. It's the newest and best in comfort and design.&lt;br /&gt;The second is a used car that's not very pretty, a few years old, scratched paint, torn seats, kind of bumpy, not very much foot room, but nothing that would prevent it from working properly.&lt;br /&gt;The commercial for car number one says "You'll make your friends jealous" "Everyone will want your car." "Everyone will be talking about 'Oh my gosh, did you see so-and-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; new car?'"&lt;br /&gt;The commercial for our second car says "Hey, it's not very pretty, but it'll get you where you need to go, and if you buy it, 50% of proceeds go to help starving children in Africa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, which car are you going to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, newsflash.&lt;br /&gt;Despite what we're told by the media everyday,&lt;br /&gt;we're not here to serve ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to break it to you.&lt;br /&gt;We're here to serve God and I'm pretty sure He said something about "Whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me."&lt;br /&gt;Our main purpose in life is not to make sure we've had a nice comfortable ride when we die,&lt;br /&gt;it's to save as many souls as possible for Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm sorry, but most of the time, that means putting them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734615283677860770-3820243418131301044?l=chillprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3820243418131301044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734615283677860770&amp;postID=3820243418131301044' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/3820243418131301044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734615283677860770/posts/default/3820243418131301044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/thou-shalt-make-others-covet-you.html' title='Thou shalt make others covet you?'/><author><name>Laine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951938970715361988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l975l_-as6U/R5pXJucTgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik886XBBbZg/S220/l_4231cf699fa1a53acef34209fa61afc4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
