<?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-1677932074612103423</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:59:05.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken heart in mending.</title><subtitle type='html'>A broken heart in need of mending. 
About getting hurt. And getting back up. About fighting back.
About love. How to learn to love again. About being torn.
About me. And you..because I'm sure you are a lot like me. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677932074612103423.post-7948785536237335600</id><published>2007-07-04T21:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:58:11.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A confused soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img26&amp;amp;img=/8/7/4/f_fragam_985e6f1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.picoodle.com/img/img26/8/7/4/f_fragam_985e6f1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if you really, truly want someone?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when you only want them to want YOU..or you want them just because them DON'T want you?&lt;br /&gt;Can sexual politics ever be avioded?&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever be complelet honest with someone before you know how they feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a human instinct to protect oneself?&lt;br /&gt;Protect youself from feeling dumb, exposed and unwanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do you know if you are even honest with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-7948785536237335600?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/7948785536237335600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=7948785536237335600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7948785536237335600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7948785536237335600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/confused-soul.html' title='A confused soul.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-5554946820608273540</id><published>2007-07-04T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:25:07.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*scratch*</title><content type='html'>When I wanna pamper myself I sometimes go get my nails done. Especially in the states where it's alot cheeper and available on pretty much every corner.&lt;br /&gt;It tend to be done mainly by asians ladies with bog hearts who are used to listen to sobbing girls.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Having your nails done makes you feel pampered and special and it's kind of  luxurious thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you have nails that you can proudly scratch on someones back!! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;These are the best brands that stays on the longest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img35&amp;img=/8/7/4/f_nagel1m_822dfcc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.picoodle.com/img/img35/8/7/4/f_nagel1m_822dfcc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img34&amp;amp;img=/8/7/4/f_nagel2m_6f186da.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/8/7/4/f_nagel2m_6f186da.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img38&amp;img=/8/7/4/f_nagel3m_e1bfb72.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.picoodle.com/img/img38/8/7/4/f_nagel3m_e1bfb72.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies....Make yourself feel special..You don't need a man for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-5554946820608273540?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/5554946820608273540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=5554946820608273540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/5554946820608273540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/5554946820608273540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/scratch.html' title='*scratch*'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-7691227107919764555</id><published>2007-07-02T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:54:31.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No baby.</title><content type='html'>Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that goes my way...finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/BritBrit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-7691227107919764555?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/7691227107919764555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=7691227107919764555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7691227107919764555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7691227107919764555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-baby.html' title='No baby.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-7336422645049407505</id><published>2007-07-01T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:47:00.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're feeling blue..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just feel blue. If it's because of a boy or not may not matter...you just need cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things to lighten up a gloomy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img32&amp;img=/8/7/1/f_bubbelbadm_a9358b6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img32.picoodle.com/img/img32/8/7/1/f_bubbelbadm_a9358b6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice, hot bubblebath sented with something nice-smelling. I recommend products from "Bed bath and Beyond".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img28&amp;amp;img=/8/7/1/f_vinglasm_214ee5c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img28.picoodle.com/img/img28/8/7/1/f_vinglasm_214ee5c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the side of your bath you have a nice glas of wine. A cheep and VERY good kind from Austraila is "Yellowtail".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img33&amp;img=/8/7/1/f_harrysallym_3973420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/8/7/1/f_harrysallym_3973420.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you get up from your bath, or if you have the luxery of a tv in your bathroom. Pick a classic chickflick! I love "When Harry met Sally". You can never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img35&amp;amp;img=/8/7/1/f_saltgodism_96da464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.picoodle.com/img/img35/8/7/1/f_saltgodism_96da464.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching your favorite movie..enjoy your favorite candy. I love swedish salty candy!! But chocolate works too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img35&amp;amp;img=/8/7/1/f_rosorm_f627390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.picoodle.com/img/img35/8/7/1/f_rosorm_f627390.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...It may seem sad...But...It acctually works...Buy yourself some flowers!! If possible..Send them to yourself at work!! You will instantly feel like a million bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember.&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste the pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-7336422645049407505?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/7336422645049407505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=7336422645049407505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7336422645049407505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/7336422645049407505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-feeling-blue.html' title='When you&apos;re feeling blue..'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-780650773372710340</id><published>2007-07-01T02:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:16:00.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy.</title><content type='html'>I want to..I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img35&amp;amp;img=/8/6/30/f_commm_52b57eb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.picoodle.com/img/img35/8/6/30/f_commm_52b57eb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-780650773372710340?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/780650773372710340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=780650773372710340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/780650773372710340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/780650773372710340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/easy.html' title='Easy.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-8909161992803111893</id><published>2007-07-01T02:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:09:12.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck.</title><content type='html'>I might be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and John had sex last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally stupid but we hadn't seen eachother for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I might be with child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that great? And he is seeing his new girl this wwekend to find out if they're gonna go for it for reals...She has a baby and he really wants one.&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck do I come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Brit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-8909161992803111893?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/8909161992803111893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=8909161992803111893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8909161992803111893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8909161992803111893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck.html' title='Fuck.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-3078572651552080256</id><published>2007-06-30T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:56:04.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is a bandage for the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 476px; height: 928px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="1" rowspan="11" align="left" height="906" valign="top" width="346"&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="3" width="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img34&amp;img=/8/6/30/f_heartm_219a842.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/8/6/30/f_heartm_219a842.jpg" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="338"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="898"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" height="898" valign="top" width="338"&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Music comes back first.   Before movies, before videogames.  Music has a tremendous healing effect.  History has proven this with virtually every race and culture.  The key is to find the right music.  Certain albums are perfectly suited to help soothe a mending heart.  Here are the most effective albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSTED STUFF--DAVE MATTHEWS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a darkened room, this record transports you to another world.  A great healing album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.shaw.ca/sscorn/img17.gif" border="0" height="126" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROBBIE ROBERTSON - STORYVILLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Play this over and over and over again.  It gets better and better and so do you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't talk about forever&lt;br /&gt;We just catch it while we can&lt;br /&gt;And if I grab on to the moment&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it slip out of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(What About Now: Robertson/Neville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.shaw.ca/sscorn/img18.gif" border="0" height="125" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RADIOHEAD - OK COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At first this might not seem like a healing CD, yet it does work.  Some songs work better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.shaw.ca/sscorn/img19.jpg" border="0" height="126" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAURYN HILL - MIDEDUCATION OF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you're into hip-hop this album helps tremendously, although you may already have it since it was a big seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.shaw.ca/sscorn/img20.jpg" border="0" height="126" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Good Healing CDs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd, The Wall&lt;br /&gt;Emmylou Harris, Brand New Dance&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and Mary Chain, Stoned &amp;amp; Dethroned&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Cliff, Hanging Fire&lt;br /&gt;Van Morrison, Into the Music&lt;br /&gt;Pete Townshend, Who Came First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;THE WORST RECORDS FOR BROKEN HEARTS ARE "GREATEST HITS", "BEST OF'S", OR "LIVE" RECORDINGS - IN OTHER WORDS, SKIP COMPILATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="67"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" align="left" height="67" valign="top" width="109"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="71"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" rowspan="1" align="left" height="126" valign="top" width="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="125"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" rowspan="1" align="left" height="125" valign="top" width="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" rowspan="1" align="left" height="126" valign="top" width="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" rowspan="1" align="left" height="126" valign="top" width="126"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="186"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-3078572651552080256?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/3078572651552080256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=3078572651552080256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/3078572651552080256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/3078572651552080256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/06/music-is-bandage-for-heart.html' title='Music is a bandage for the heart.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-8123920002061758822</id><published>2007-06-30T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:26:05.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The last dance.</title><content type='html'>I told John over and over....AND over....that my favorite sone was "Easy like sunday morning" by The Commedores and how I thought it would be romantic to slow dance in our livingroom to just that song.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I told him that was when I was out of town. Dumb as I was, I thought that maybe when I got home he would have gotten it and would surprise me with a dance.&lt;br /&gt;You think?&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even remember the conversation. Not even when I reminded him and then asked him a second time a few weeks later did he recall it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..about a week ago, now when we are no longer together, he knew it. WHAT THE F**K!!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a hopeless romantic, in dire need to realize that the only reason I get dissapointed is because of my own expectations or are there guys out there who are like that? Or should I give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-8123920002061758822?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/8123920002061758822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=8123920002061758822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8123920002061758822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8123920002061758822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-dance.html' title='The last dance.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-1887773895304307395</id><published>2007-06-30T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:02:39.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What I tell myself every morning.</title><content type='html'>After having been with someone who made me feel completely and utterly worthless, It's easy to start beliving in it.&lt;br /&gt;My head knows it's not true....but my heart has a hard time beliving it. And then it is so easy to settle for something waaay below what should be at least a standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..These are a few things I need my heart to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If he is not all mine. He is still hers. (I will never be the other woman)&lt;br /&gt;-If I'm not good enought to ever be with when you're sober. GET OUT!&lt;br /&gt;-Breakupsex still means that you are broken up.&lt;br /&gt;-If he is ok with dissapointing me with little things...it will happen with the big one as well.&lt;br /&gt;-If he cheats WITH you..he will cheat ON you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will never lower my bar just because I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;-I am a foxy, foxy lady...And he is wasting the pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...Maybe if I tell myself that again and again...I'll start beliving it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I forget...This book has made a different. For all you ladies out there that has been dumped or misstreated and has a hard time letting go. BUY IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?srv=img30&amp;amp;img=/8/6/30/f_bokm_10bf85c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.picoodle.com/img/img30/8/6/30/f_bokm_10bf85c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-1887773895304307395?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/1887773895304307395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=1887773895304307395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/1887773895304307395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/1887773895304307395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-tell-myself-every-morning.html' title='What I tell myself every morning.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</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-1677932074612103423.post-8606643066121645800</id><published>2007-06-29T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:16:35.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me.</title><content type='html'>I am a woman.&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;I am lovable.&lt;br /&gt;I am talented.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I even cry sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken heart that I am trying to mend.&lt;br /&gt;I write music to make this happen but I figured a blog is yet another tool.&lt;br /&gt;I am swedish but wanna listen to people from all over the world. That is why I write in English.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I have been beaten.&lt;br /&gt;I have been crushed.&lt;br /&gt;I have been abused.&lt;br /&gt;I have hit rockbottom.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. I will keep my name to myself because here I will be totally and completely honest with whoever is reading. And...I wanna try to be completely honest with myself. But...for the fun of it..You can call me Britney. =)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will the way to write the final chapter in the book of my life that contains "bad boys", abuse and heartache, And the longing to find that someone....that someone who makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world. That someone who wakes up every morning, looks at me and thinks....Oh my God...I am with HER!&lt;br /&gt;The sameone who wants the same things that I do, but who also has a passion of his own that makes him even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now..I kinda have it all...But..Oh no...Not in the same man. I have met someone who is like a best friend to me, who loves children and who would, without a doubt, be the best father in the world. Let's call him John.&lt;br /&gt;He is some one who shares my passion and is very supportive.&lt;br /&gt;But...he dosen't chare my passion for passion.&lt;br /&gt;I come from a relationship filled with abuse, both verbal and pysical. A relationship where I was told every single day how useless and worthless I was...how happy I should be that he even wanted to look at me. A relationship where I was constantly lied to and cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I do need confirmation. Forgive me if that seems insecure. But I am..&lt;br /&gt;I need that special li'l thing that tell me that you want me..that you are thinking of me..Because I DON'T know that on my own. I am not strong enough to belive that and trust in that.&lt;br /&gt;And this man isn't very good at doing that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...then there is this other man. Let's call him Sean. He is a man who won't let an hour go by without making sure I know how he feels. A man that also shares my passion. A man that loves me very much.&lt;br /&gt;But..He doesn't want kids...and he doesn't belive in marriage. And I do.&lt;br /&gt;I want it all. I want a husband, a house, children, a dog..white picket fences...I do...Maybe not right now but I want it. I feel like that will take my life to a whole new level...When I'm ready..&lt;br /&gt;And I want someone who wants that to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have realized one thing, having gone through a relationship with violent druguser.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN NEVER CHANGE PEOPLE. The only reason people will change is when they do it on their own.&lt;br /&gt;So I know that I don't wanna invest years ans years with a man, with a hope that maybe he will change...Because most people won't.&lt;br /&gt;He don't want kids. And he will not change.&lt;br /&gt;I do want kids. And I won't change either.&lt;br /&gt;And I sure don't want children with someone who really don't want them but does it to satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone like John...who is dying to have kids...who feels like they would complete him.&lt;br /&gt;Who's biological clock ticks faster than mine.&lt;br /&gt;I want that. I want it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever have it all? Or do you have to settle for what is the most important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Britney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677932074612103423-8606643066121645800?l=abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/feeds/8606643066121645800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1677932074612103423&amp;postID=8606643066121645800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8606643066121645800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677932074612103423/posts/default/8606643066121645800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrokenheartinmending.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-me.html' title='This is me.'/><author><name>A broken heart in mending.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473521577740850487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
