<?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-7915964787120329894</id><updated>2011-11-29T11:17:25.054+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Gone Mild</title><subtitle type='html'>My own personal thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-2519537620641159258</id><published>2011-07-26T02:28:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T04:09:23.438+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Harrington; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dear Norway…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even in their deepest sorrow, the Norwegians don’t get hysterical. They  resist the hate. It is amazing to see how politicians and the whole country  reacts. They are sad to the deepest thread of their souls. They cry in dignity.  But nobody swears to take revenge. Instead they want even more humanity and  democracy. That is one of the most remarkable strengths of that little  country.&lt;/em&gt;” ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-satypkyDseY/Ti2ldlNkAzI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KA0jANJ32tw/s1600/2809868-3x2-700x467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-satypkyDseY/Ti2ldlNkAzI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KA0jANJ32tw/s400/2809868-3x2-700x467.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;I do hate him. -- &amp;gt; The Maniac. Presumably he now wants attention. To further his agenda. It’s sickening. His name deserves to be forgotten…I will focus on showing the world a different way of mending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;It makes me proud to be Norwegian. It makes me proud that our Prime Minister wants to fight back with more democracy, in contrast to Bush’s reaction to 9/11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;This does not make us all suddenly in favor of the death penalty. This does not make us all go out and buy guns. &lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;This does not make us all morally finger-point at groups and individuals harboring these beliefs... &lt;/span&gt;or go to war against every right wing Christian.&amp;nbsp; It makes us want to stand together and become an even better country. Thats our retaliation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7915964787120329894-2519537620641159258?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/2519537620641159258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=2519537620641159258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2519537620641159258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2519537620641159258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-satypkyDseY/Ti2ldlNkAzI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KA0jANJ32tw/s72-c/2809868-3x2-700x467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-3247271491592806132</id><published>2011-07-24T13:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:57:23.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorist attack Norway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Massacre in Norway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;It’s really hard putting my thoughts into words right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;My country has been attacked and violated in the most grotesque way... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Kids have been attacked. Shot. Murdered. -- &amp;gt; And for what? One man’s ludicrous political agenda? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;With such a small population; losing almost a hundred kids to a mass shooting will keep the entire country in shock for ages to come. Viciously murdering a bunch of kids is one of the most horrible crimes someone could possibly commit! Keeping in mind that Norway is known throughout the world for its peaceful nature and it’s avidly compassion towards other less fortunate nations; it is most certainly the last country anyone would expect to experience such a horrific affliction of terror. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Imagine picking up the phone hearing your child’s terrified voice on the other end saying something along the lines of “I love you mom”… “I’m going to die.” -- &amp;gt; Every parent’s worst nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xf9iRlXP4HA/TiuWWw2A02I/AAAAAAAAB4w/Uzyc25x6t6E/s1600/tumblr_lotcx76iIe1qe4i1xo1_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xf9iRlXP4HA/TiuWWw2A02I/AAAAAAAAB4w/Uzyc25x6t6E/s320/tumblr_lotcx76iIe1qe4i1xo1_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;We’re all together in this, and our nation will not lose it’s great democracy and liberty if we just stay strong and loving to one another.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I don’t care what the terrorist’s political agenda was or if he was against diversity. We are a peace loving nation and we stand for justice which is why we will be one of the next nations to recognize Palestine and we will continue to open our doors to war related asylum seekers because we give a shit about the world we live inn… So for the next bigot that wants to play terrorist -- &amp;gt; Norway will not lose its democracy so go kill yourself instead!!!!!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7915964787120329894-3247271491592806132?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/3247271491592806132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=3247271491592806132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/3247271491592806132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/3247271491592806132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/terrorist-attack-norway.html' title='Terrorist attack Norway.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xf9iRlXP4HA/TiuWWw2A02I/AAAAAAAAB4w/Uzyc25x6t6E/s72-c/tumblr_lotcx76iIe1qe4i1xo1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-5914746915091534509</id><published>2011-07-23T14:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:35:05.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSk7vKpMCOI/TiugjOVBD8I/AAAAAAAAB44/ReDUy20YGR0/s1600/IMG_0821small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSk7vKpMCOI/TiugjOVBD8I/AAAAAAAAB44/ReDUy20YGR0/s1600/IMG_0821small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7915964787120329894-5914746915091534509?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/5914746915091534509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=5914746915091534509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/5914746915091534509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/5914746915091534509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/island.html' title='Island'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSk7vKpMCOI/TiugjOVBD8I/AAAAAAAAB44/ReDUy20YGR0/s72-c/IMG_0821small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-7708976209805886887</id><published>2011-07-21T06:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:54:41.289+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im nice, but i'm not a punk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im nice, but i'm not a punk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;Im nice and sweet to people. No joke. I always try to put out good energy, make their day go a little better, you know, regular Tina stuff (for those of you that know me personally) but its like some people take that as weakness. They try to stand over me, compeate with me, judge me, or gossip about me. But why? I’m not here trying to steal your shine, your man, your house, your life, none of that. I don’t pose myself as a threat to people so why do they respond to me as if i am. Either way, thats not my issue to solve, its theirs. Whatever insecurity they need to fix they can take a mental health day and get that shit worked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;I sometimes come off aggressive when Im pissed but i dont let my anger control me. NOone controls me, but me. Im not a punk when i dont respond to your bullshit gestures, i actually don’t respond because i dont give enough of a fuck about you to further the conversation, nothing your saying changes anything im doing. I still have good grades, im still educated, im still awesome, did you really think a couple actions and words could change that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;When i go home and get into my bed, i absolutely do not think of you. I think of my next move, my next goal, what i need to achieve, what needs to get done, how much i love certain people, how happy i am to have them, how I might want to get a haircut and bla bla bla. I focus on the positives in my life, thats what keeps me happy and going. Im sorry you cant seem to find anything that makes you happy and secure but in no way or means does that mean you need to take your insecurities out on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"&gt;No matter what you tell me, im still going on to achieve great things. Now either you can ride along this journey with me, or you can step the fuck aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oJH_-gmFI4/Tiim-PUzyfI/AAAAAAAAB4o/7Ff0K11V6GQ/s1600/z219181621_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oJH_-gmFI4/Tiim-PUzyfI/AAAAAAAAB4o/7Ff0K11V6GQ/s320/z219181621_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/7915964787120329894-7708976209805886887?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/7708976209805886887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=7708976209805886887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7708976209805886887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7708976209805886887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-nice-but-im-not-punk.html' title='Im nice, but i&apos;m not a punk.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oJH_-gmFI4/Tiim-PUzyfI/AAAAAAAAB4o/7Ff0K11V6GQ/s72-c/z219181621_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6285467268511493903</id><published>2011-07-20T06:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:54:08.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships - know your captain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In Relation Ships.. Get to k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;now your captain! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b31c8-uyl8U/TiiIhyM1cpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/oHUt3Da8D3s/s1600/tumblr_lo5u3uJeWg1qghy0io1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b31c8-uyl8U/TiiIhyM1cpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/oHUt3Da8D3s/s320/tumblr_lo5u3uJeWg1qghy0io1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;I wanted to build a little on my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;I think that the greatest relationships are grown from the seed of beautiful friendships.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;When your just friends with someone, there is no craziness involved. You just hang with that person, talk to them, play video games together, discuss what books you two are reading, you are there for each other, you learn from each other and its just real simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;No&amp;nbsp;craziness stuff. Plain, straight like that. You get to really know the ins and outs to a friend. This is because you guys arent out to date, meaning you guys act yourself and try not&amp;nbsp;to put the best foot forward to impress the other person. I cant tell you HOW MANY times i witness people who go out to dates, really like the person and just 1 year into the relationship, they are like “who the fuck am i dating, i thought he was this and i thought he was that but hes really a asshole” lol See, this is because BOTH of you put on a front to try and impress each other but after a while that front fades away with getting comfortable with that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;Being JUST FRIENDS builds a better foundation for a relationship. Rushing into a relationship is truly unwise, to me at least. I know everyone wants someone to come home to, someone to love and receive love from in return, we all want the fly gifts for our birthdays and valentines, i know i know, but think of it like this : you can have a halfass relationship now, and have a couple of them to get you through the years, or you can wait, really search for who your looking for and find them for a long lasting healthy relationship. Which is it going to be? there are plenty of&amp;nbsp;guys and girls&amp;nbsp;that are good looking,&amp;nbsp;and many are easy as... well you catch my drift.. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;anyway...--&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;The other option:&amp;nbsp;You&amp;nbsp;can find the guy or girl who proves to be above average, and is educated, classy, funny, cute, charming, loving, caring and all of the other great adjective you can think of in ONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;Patience brings us what we want and desire. Rushing puts you in positions to think with your emotions and just react, which never really proves to do any good unless you are using instinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;Really knowing the person you CHOSE to fall in love with makes all the difference down the road. you learn to know what pisses them off, so you dont do it. Its not trial and error because you already know. You know about their past and what hurts them, so you make sure you dont do it. you know about everything, so you can move away from the past and help that person achieve great things for their future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;“Relationships’ have seemed to lose their meaning. A relationship to me is 2 people who know each other, respect each other, are tolerent of one another, trust one another with their LIVES, are the best of freaking friends, and who truly want to see the other person achieve great things and join them in that journey even when the road is rough. --&amp;gt; Thats what a HEALTHY relationship should be. You cant find all that in knowing someone for a week or just a couple... &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/7915964787120329894-6285467268511493903?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6285467268511493903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6285467268511493903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6285467268511493903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6285467268511493903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/relationships-know-your-captain.html' title='Relationships - know your captain!'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b31c8-uyl8U/TiiIhyM1cpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/oHUt3Da8D3s/s72-c/tumblr_lo5u3uJeWg1qghy0io1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6452200735645242300</id><published>2011-07-19T03:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:24:36.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="display: block;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;"&gt;"Fake it till you make it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgA38DsSAjY/TiLlMszpVAI/AAAAAAAAB4U/SxhmDbUuVac/s400/tumblr_lluzp8w1GI1qk9l64o1_500_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; min-height: 266px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If people have negative things to say about your character or appearance--&amp;gt; don't listen to them, because guess what! They're ugly on the inside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: Harrington; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's better to be the person you want to be than the person you want to look like, because we all know that beauty fades, but 'an ugly soul is forever'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7915964787120329894-6452200735645242300?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6452200735645242300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6452200735645242300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6452200735645242300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6452200735645242300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/07/confidence_19.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgA38DsSAjY/TiLlMszpVAI/AAAAAAAAB4U/SxhmDbUuVac/s72-c/tumblr_lluzp8w1GI1qk9l64o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-4566140778024114821</id><published>2011-01-16T23:21:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:49:24.029+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My love doesn’t come for free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don’t you dare think I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wouldn’t walk a 1000 miles for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wouldn’t sacrifice my own happiness for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_VdA8hMXrw/TiidORVf47I/AAAAAAAAB4c/3Hl2db-To5M/s1600/dont+u+dare.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_VdA8hMXrw/TiidORVf47I/AAAAAAAAB4c/3Hl2db-To5M/s320/dont+u+dare.bmp" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever would, you would have to be worth it. And as of right now... you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me too love you, you need to be a gentleman. You need to care about my feelings and have genuine intentions. You don’t need to be rich but you need to be ambitious. But most importantly you need to make me one of your priorities rather than just one of your options. My love doesn’t come for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you get too conceited; you should do some self refection and then you’ll realize that you don’t have what it takes to keep my heart.&lt;br /&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/7915964787120329894-4566140778024114821?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/4566140778024114821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=4566140778024114821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4566140778024114821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4566140778024114821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-love-doesnt-come-for-free.html' title='My love doesn’t come for free.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_VdA8hMXrw/TiidORVf47I/AAAAAAAAB4c/3Hl2db-To5M/s72-c/dont+u+dare.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-341257273760306401</id><published>2011-01-01T08:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:33:40.522+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the idea of a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was in love with the idea of a boy; a boy who turned out to be much less glamorous in reality than he was in my fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my fantasy he was loving and caring. He was a boy who would wipe away my tears and make me feel special every time he smiled at me. He wasn’t necessarily what people would consider universally handsome but to me his imperfections were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he smiled at me; my heart would melt and I would find myself completely lost in his serenity. Every moment with him would be fulfilling and every touch would be addictive.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality this boy didn’t exist anymore. The boy was just a fantasy and the fantasy died when I realized I wasn’t part of his priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would push me away when he felt like it, and pull me back inn when he needed someone to talk too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tended to blame this behaviour on our circumstances... Then I realized that regardless of our circumstances; his actions spoke louder than his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I decided to close my book on the possibility of him, because I know I deserve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish for this year is to have all good things come to those who seek it. - Happy New Year...&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/7915964787120329894-341257273760306401?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/341257273760306401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=341257273760306401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/341257273760306401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/341257273760306401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/12/idea-of-boy.html' title='the idea of a boy'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-2082276638473725429</id><published>2010-12-20T09:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:59:37.601+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts that are broken can be mended with time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hearts that are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;Oceans of regret that is lingering over your head; constantly reminding you of that person..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrtsvYY0H4/TikfxpCGROI/AAAAAAAAB4s/yX8-36bcsq4/s1600/tumblr_looikhCIVH1qf7ikto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrtsvYY0H4/TikfxpCGROI/AAAAAAAAB4s/yX8-36bcsq4/s320/tumblr_looikhCIVH1qf7ikto1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Harrington;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has reached out to many different people and I’ve been disappointed numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;However not everyone has been in love, therefore explaining it the best way I can I would say that love is a rush of emotions created by the mind.. yes I know I keep saying that but its true. Basically the mind starts connecting less to the physical aspect of the person and more to the person’s essence. When you fall in love with someone you think of how that person makes you feel, not their appearance or how comparative you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always used to say “Love, when it all falls apart... survive it and conquer it.” Her words may sound rather obscure, but if you decide to put it into the right context her words may really inspire you. When your life changes it’s not necessarily a bad thing. Life is a lesson and you never know how strong you are; until being strong is the only choice you have. Yeah I know... it sounds cliché, but surviving heartbreak has been one of the most difficult "emotional experiences" of my life other than losing a loved one. However, I also have to admit that heartbreak was also the most rewarding experience in its own right because of the lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago when I was rejected and heartbroken, I became very obsessive over his whereabouts and constantly stalked his Facebook page to view his status updates.&lt;br /&gt;When things are going smoothly; love is a wonderful and a powerful addiction. However, it can also be a horrible addiction when things go bad. I read a while ago that Helen E. Fisher, a biological anthropologist at Rutgers University thinks that our brain’s response to rejection is ultimately negative because we have a natural urge to win back our so called lost ‘mating partners’. She argues that our reaction serves as an evolutionary purpose, although in my opinion it’s hard to take comfort in her words when our hearts feel like they’ve been broken.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this information, I realize that obsessively ‘Facebook stalking’ my ex may not have been completely unjustifiable. (Although, this justification may probably not sit well with the court of law, I find that removing them from facebook works.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies conducted at this university, that university and another university; I can apparently blame this obsessive behaviour on biology.&lt;br /&gt;The university researchers found that romantic rejection could now be considered a specific form of addiction itself. When studying 15 heterosexual men and women, the researchers found that every participant claimed to spend approximately 85 percent of their time either obsessing or thinking about reconnecting with the person who rejected them. And just as recovering addicts, they struggled with basic survival techniques, as they recently endured a romance-based rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists showed these people pictures of their former lovers and discovered that activity increased in the same area of the brain that is known to be associated with drug addiction. They concluded that this helps explain why there is still such a significant craving for the ex partner regardless of how quickly you try to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The areas in the brain involved in the regulation of emotions, decision making and evolution were activated when the participants were shown the pictures, which the doctor woman argues may help you move on and avoid future heartbreak. Therefore although it may feel like an eternity when you’re away from your loved one, there is a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Scientists found that time really does heal all wounds, as increasing amount of days passed after the breakup; signs of addiction in the brain slowly decreased. Additionally, those rejected start using reflective techniques to figure out what went wrong and eventually figure out how to adapt this information to their future relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was hard to deal with in the past, I'm greatful for all the lessons I've learned, and I basically couldn’t have done it without the assholes of my past. So thanks a lot guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7915964787120329894-2082276638473725429?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/2082276638473725429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=2082276638473725429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2082276638473725429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2082276638473725429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/12/hearts-that-are-broken-can-be-mended.html' title='Hearts that are broken can be mended with time.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrtsvYY0H4/TikfxpCGROI/AAAAAAAAB4s/yX8-36bcsq4/s72-c/tumblr_looikhCIVH1qf7ikto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6592222894526911579</id><published>2010-11-21T10:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:01:42.187+10:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWagGweiJgY/TiihZxF-XZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/LWTsY2QfYS4/s1600/93813342_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWagGweiJgY/TiihZxF-XZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/LWTsY2QfYS4/s320/93813342_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart only has a few strings left for you to play with... most of them i have already cut over the years. So don't push your luck, cause with every disappointment i cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words don't mean much to me anymore, but actions do. &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/7915964787120329894-6592222894526911579?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6592222894526911579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6592222894526911579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6592222894526911579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6592222894526911579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWagGweiJgY/TiihZxF-XZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/LWTsY2QfYS4/s72-c/93813342_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-8754678777201577458</id><published>2010-10-31T14:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:09:56.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'>gullible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not that gullible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I need right now is a guy whispering sweet words in my ear cause his libido is on the fritz. I wouldn’t take you seriously unless you had a knife through your chest… cynical I know but what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was about 13 years old when I first experienced hurt by the opposite sex. Granted I was young; I proceeded to hit the guy twice on the head with my math book during recess. I had no shame back then as I saw it as a: his ‘action’ created my ‘reaction’ kinda ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing has changed much since then.. I still get hurt and I still react. But.. I’ve come to realize that sometimes these encounters weren’t meant to be a heart-stopping emotional tie between the two of us --&amp;gt; Most of the time its just two people passing through life either enriching or aggravating each others lives briefly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever happens to you today, you choose how your going to ‘react’ tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;(I’m not encouraging violence of any kind, but whatever floats your boat ;p )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-8754678777201577458?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/8754678777201577458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=8754678777201577458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/8754678777201577458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/8754678777201577458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/10/gullible.html' title='gullible'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6467833934603596532</id><published>2010-10-24T07:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:15:33.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like a snowflake that is being blown all over the place, out of control, with no way to stop what is happening to you? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htO5_aCIC7A/Tiikw-3QR5I/AAAAAAAAB4k/IRi62x2YsdE/s1600/407478278_b75444ee95_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htO5_aCIC7A/Tiikw-3QR5I/AAAAAAAAB4k/IRi62x2YsdE/s320/407478278_b75444ee95_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I feel. I can’t explain it properly. All I can say is that; things fall apart and you can’t always put them back to the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop dancing with ghosts. Yesterday is dead: bury it and be done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-6467833934603596532?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6467833934603596532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6467833934603596532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6467833934603596532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6467833934603596532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-break-my-heart.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htO5_aCIC7A/Tiikw-3QR5I/AAAAAAAAB4k/IRi62x2YsdE/s72-c/407478278_b75444ee95_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1190087562590365664</id><published>2010-10-03T14:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:39:54.022+11:00</updated><title type='text'>speak your mind</title><content type='html'>“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by that quote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be scared to show my emotions as I used to think that every hint of sadness was a huge display of weakness. I don’t feel that way anymore. I actually feel the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if you let people know how you feel and speak your mind the outcome of a situation will give you --&gt; at the very least a peace of mind.  Because in my opinion its better to regret the things you’ve done than the things you didn’t. And I know first hand that regret is a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-1190087562590365664?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1190087562590365664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1190087562590365664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1190087562590365664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1190087562590365664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak-your-mind.html' title='speak your mind'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-7509692055755113134</id><published>2010-09-26T15:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:58:11.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>new love?</title><content type='html'>I’ve done a lot of thinking lately. Revaluating myself and reviewing my options.  &lt;br /&gt;Putting away the things that bring melancholy gives me enough space to put my disarrayed mind in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t found a way too chuck out the boys in my life who's been giving me this disarrayed mind in the first place. but I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie had it easy. She didn’t have to live through the uncertainty of dating. She had Ken; who was made perfectly to compliment her little Malibu lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not all barbies; finding a connection with someone these days is hard. This is why a lot of people settle for partners who they either don’t love or who posses undesired personality traits. Either you like them more than they like you-&gt; or they annoy you until you decide to cut them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty experienced while dating someone is both exhilarating yet frightening as you’re not in control of the other person’s feelings. All you can do is hope that there is a connection made strong enough to hold and develop something beyond the superficial “getting to know you” part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-7509692055755113134?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/7509692055755113134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=7509692055755113134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7509692055755113134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7509692055755113134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-love.html' title='new love?'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-2637181057452080925</id><published>2010-04-13T01:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:17:31.859+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Break In Sharm El Sheikh 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHwSJ_WkI/AAAAAAAAByY/QXq8TO5xZB4/s1600/DSCN2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286068136204866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHwSJ_WkI/AAAAAAAAByY/QXq8TO5xZB4/s200/DSCN2057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NnO8dlpzI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/weMaSS4Lnio/s1600/DSCN2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459320679749232434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NnO8dlpzI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/weMaSS4Lnio/s200/DSCN2327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NGR8yktjI/AAAAAAAABxw/4PVjSAPhnXc/s1600/DSCN2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284447493142066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NGR8yktjI/AAAAAAAABxw/4PVjSAPhnXc/s200/DSCN2013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NMu2EG-OI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/OEiLZdDhtzA/s1600/DSCN2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459291540973615330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NMu2EG-OI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/OEiLZdDhtzA/s200/DSCN2144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NlykCAqTI/AAAAAAAAB1A/5iw0CcWBvOw/s1600/DSCN2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459319092643146034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NlykCAqTI/AAAAAAAAB1A/5iw0CcWBvOw/s200/DSCN2268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NlzOee1-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/RkUVtwR__p4/s1600/DSCN2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459319104036853730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NlzOee1-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/RkUVtwR__p4/s200/DSCN2331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NnOireCFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/RiinlxVUaM4/s1600/DSCN2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459320672828131410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NnOireCFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/RiinlxVUaM4/s200/DSCN2240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHwmpAFpI/AAAAAAAAByg/02jNg87b-R8/s1600/DSCN2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286073634985618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHwmpAFpI/AAAAAAAAByg/02jNg87b-R8/s200/DSCN2054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NMvCBfybI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pIiBaaXriY8/s1600/DSCN2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459291544183884210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NMvCBfybI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pIiBaaXriY8/s200/DSCN2177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459291550660572434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NMvaJqNRI/AAAAAAAAB0g/61k2xwu7f9g/s200/DSCN2180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NIixmDc6I/AAAAAAAABzA/sS4EYeStXes/s1600/DSCN2063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286935568872354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NIixmDc6I/AAAAAAAABzA/sS4EYeStXes/s200/DSCN2063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHvszflmI/AAAAAAAAByI/xfRyMy6uASA/s1600/DSCN2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286058109736546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHvszflmI/AAAAAAAAByI/xfRyMy6uASA/s200/DSCN2031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NEXDLKBpI/AAAAAAAABxY/NDT6IHIPnjM/s1600/DSCN1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282336082953874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NEXDLKBpI/AAAAAAAABxY/NDT6IHIPnjM/s200/DSCN1934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NDvlYra1I/AAAAAAAABwo/IyIJvlJ3dbQ/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459281658071706450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NDvlYra1I/AAAAAAAABwo/IyIJvlJ3dbQ/s200/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NDu7O7pII/AAAAAAAABwg/SoH5qUQoOV8/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459281646756537474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NDu7O7pII/AAAAAAAABwg/SoH5qUQoOV8/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NEV_pL1pI/AAAAAAAABxI/sJo4HvpFX6s/s1600/3333333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282317955290770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NEV_pL1pI/AAAAAAAABxI/sJo4HvpFX6s/s200/3333333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHv2iCKoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/sLe_y8l4UoI/s1600/DSCN2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286060720859778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHv2iCKoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/sLe_y8l4UoI/s200/DSCN2045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-2637181057452080925?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/2637181057452080925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=2637181057452080925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2637181057452080925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2637181057452080925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/04/sharm.html' title='Sharm'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S8NHwSJ_WkI/AAAAAAAAByY/QXq8TO5xZB4/s72-c/DSCN2057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-7624904451895702673</id><published>2010-04-12T01:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:49:24.924+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time building up walls… then some idiot comes along and I let go a little…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walls weaken but I know that sooner rather than later I’ll be reminded of why I put them up in the first place. So bear with me a little... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-7624904451895702673?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/7624904451895702673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=7624904451895702673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7624904451895702673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7624904451895702673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/04/yup.html' title='yup'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-9101534344532653315</id><published>2010-03-29T09:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:42:14.608+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the last few months i've been called heartless 3 times by 3 diffrent guys.&lt;br /&gt;All of them made the same mistake of appreciating me to late..&lt;br /&gt;So i move on because i feel unappreciated and in return they call me heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like dust in the wind my feelings change.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. Fucking strange.&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/7915964787120329894-9101534344532653315?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/9101534344532653315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=9101534344532653315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/9101534344532653315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/9101534344532653315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-little-dream.html' title='dream a little dream'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-2760701715935807848</id><published>2010-03-22T19:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:44:51.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>never in control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Smile, you don't know if someone is falling in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it pretty much explains how we are never in control of who will enter our lives and shake things up. We don’t necessarily have a say in who’s going to knock on our door, or even view us from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can compeer these people to little rocks, that can be thrown at you and hurt you or unknowingly sit in your bag and slow you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side they could also be like little sponges that would imitate you or sparkling little glitters that would make you feel happy and pretty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-2760701715935807848?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/2760701715935807848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=2760701715935807848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2760701715935807848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2760701715935807848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-you-dont-know-if-someone-is.html' title='never in control'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-8147316828028148901</id><published>2010-03-20T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:40:47.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits never die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Old habits never die, perceptions never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are so deceptive. If we don't let go of emotionally-tied relationships from the past we will remain stuck in the same place and unknowingly halt any forward movement in our lives… including spiritual growth and relationship growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentality is not all that it’s cracked up to be. Objects, pictures and other paraphernalia from our past are signs (big ones) that we have not let go of emotional ties. I don’t normally hold onto anything that exes have given me but I still own a few little things which I should consider giving away... There is no point or need for me to remember him every time I see them =)&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/7915964787120329894-8147316828028148901?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/8147316828028148901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=8147316828028148901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/8147316828028148901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/8147316828028148901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-habits-never-die.html' title='Old habits never die'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-960191197790083119</id><published>2010-03-10T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:59:37.264+11:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dKavKTMpI/AAAAAAAABtw/n4hJTIYMJg8/s1600-h/springpartyti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451407697151996562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dKavKTMpI/AAAAAAAABtw/n4hJTIYMJg8/s400/springpartyti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dKaXR014I/AAAAAAAABto/Y9HAsyxXGms/s1600-h/bal_C3_B5es_balloons_color_party_balon_pretty-c9937f79d2c97a0b73df23af63ba6323_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451407690741110658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dKaXR014I/AAAAAAAABto/Y9HAsyxXGms/s400/bal_C3_B5es_balloons_color_party_balon_pretty-c9937f79d2c97a0b73df23af63ba6323_h_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-960191197790083119?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/960191197790083119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=960191197790083119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/960191197790083119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/960191197790083119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dKavKTMpI/AAAAAAAABtw/n4hJTIYMJg8/s72-c/springpartyti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-2687488267515755985</id><published>2010-01-29T19:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:58:15.787+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a life to live without you by the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Some people who are emotionally strong come out of a relationship with minimal damage, and some can’t seem to manage at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The solution to be happy again is with yourself only. Everyone is going to tell you many different ways they think you should try to move on but only you can determine what works for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time is my biggest healer. The more i surround myself with happy and positive people, the easier it gets for my mind to leave whatever bad emotions i have behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For me, all it takes is one or two nights out with my friends and things seem to lighten up already. I find it to be so important to surround myself with people that are happy and full of life, because I feel they affect me in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually only cry once before I decide that it’s not worth it and then move on… not because I’m that emotionally strong, but because I feel like an idiot for wasting my tears on someone whos not worth crying over. (And honestly I’m yet to encounter someone who is.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The trick is to convince yourself that you deserve to be happy and then after some time memories become sweeter rather than painful and you manage to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Not all relationships are meant to work out, besides if you think about it, happily ever after would be so damn boring. &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/7915964787120329894-2687488267515755985?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/2687488267515755985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=2687488267515755985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2687488267515755985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/2687488267515755985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-life-to-live-without-you-by-way.html' title='I have a life to live without you by the way.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-7400162627738292673</id><published>2010-01-13T14:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:00:11.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My feelings never seem to stay static for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;There are moments that a certain feeling deep within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is so hard to resist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll never get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But with time, I do. &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/7915964787120329894-7400162627738292673?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/7400162627738292673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=7400162627738292673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7400162627738292673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/7400162627738292673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of Heart'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6428936945435918862</id><published>2010-01-11T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:00:31.734+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The four letter word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;If we are attracted to someone who is not open to love, we will eventually get hurt. If we continue to stay in a bad place, over the years, we will start to believe that love doesn’t exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that love is emotional thoughts created by the mind. Sometimes I think it’s overrated, and sometimes it’s what I crave for. You can try on a lot of people but the feeling you get when one person fits you perfectly is amazing. The only problem is that feelings change and so does your preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look for companionship that can last even after all the butterflies fly away. Don’t go looking for love by only thinking about falling in love. If you do that you can basically settle for just about anything and anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will experience hurt at one point of their lives. It happens to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;If you are scared of getting hurt; I think the best way to approach love is to get to know someone really well before you date them. Learn how they think, their likes and dislikes and as much as you can about their personalities in general. Stay friends with them, until you feel you know them well and enough to know that they wouldn’t deliberately hurt you. This is why a lot of male and female friends end up together because they’ve had enough time to establish trust and understanding for one another instead of going about it to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that love was simply just a source of pain, a door which people could come through and hurt me. Now it still hurts sometimes but once you’ve found a person that won’t deliberately hurt you and genuinely cares about you; you come to find that all the ‘disappointments’ were just obstacles on you’re way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences make you stronger because lets be honest; how can you possibly appreciate someone good if you have never been with someone bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is the key to love. Don’t give up on it only because you haven’t found it yet. Of course I’m scared of getting hurt but I still think it’s a risk worth taking.&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/7915964787120329894-6428936945435918862?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6428936945435918862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6428936945435918862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6428936945435918862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6428936945435918862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-letter-word.html' title='The four letter word.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1095203871097881229</id><published>2010-01-05T12:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:38:33.477+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartachs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once Upon a Time.. I had a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dkXUhlz3I/AAAAAAAABvw/QxrhRknatU0/s1600-h/20090723155000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451436225764642674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dkXUhlz3I/AAAAAAAABvw/QxrhRknatU0/s400/20090723155000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dj8Q9osAI/AAAAAAAABvo/4KdJsBRWtw0/s1600-h/20090725152823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435760952061954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dj8Q9osAI/AAAAAAAABvo/4KdJsBRWtw0/s400/20090725152823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435750669449394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dj7qqEeLI/AAAAAAAABvY/s7RtYZQbkzU/s400/tumblr_kq9lsa9rwF1qzdiqvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve come to realize that I don’t give myself and my heart enough credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve survived a lot of heartaches in my short time on this earth and have lived to tell the tale.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So perhaps my heart doesn’t need me to constantly protect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s strong enough and it will survive. So, if I so decide to be reckless with a guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ll be reckless while knowing that I have friends who love me and if I eventually get hurt I know that I can count on them to help me pick up the pieces if the need arises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I rather take chances than wonder what if…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7915964787120329894-1095203871097881229?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1095203871097881229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1095203871097881229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1095203871097881229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1095203871097881229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartachs.html' title='Heartachs'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6dkXUhlz3I/AAAAAAAABvw/QxrhRknatU0/s72-c/20090723155000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1429515806128071329</id><published>2009-08-19T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:01:47.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve never been very good at relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not particularly a fan of labels either.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to live in the moment rather than anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But sometimes it feels safe to have someone to rely on when you’re feeling sad or lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like too waste my time committing to someone if I think the other person feels that I’m easily replaceable or simply a temporary solution before moving on to someone better. Therefore, I like to get to know someone really well before I enter into a relationship so that I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I date the last thing I want to do is to take over the other person’s life. I merely want to be a part of it. And I’m not looking to get married either. When I think of relationships I don’t think of the future tense of forever; I think of the present tense of right now’ish. And if one day far far away I so do decided to fully give myself to someone and get married I know I’ll have to be at least ten years wiser and be absolutely sure that I’m ready for such a huge commitment&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/7915964787120329894-1429515806128071329?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1429515806128071329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1429515806128071329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1429515806128071329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1429515806128071329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-that-complicated.html' title='Not that complicated.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1868490834401537300</id><published>2009-07-22T08:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:02:29.927+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope your dreams take you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the corners of your smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the highest of your hopes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the windows of your opportunities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and to the most special places your heart has ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-1868490834401537300?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1868490834401537300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1868490834401537300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1868490834401537300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1868490834401537300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-stand-right-next-to-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-517771173169439028</id><published>2009-06-07T09:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:03:06.409+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Play if you dare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don’t hate the player, Hate the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard a woman talking about men like they are robbers of the heart calling them ‘thieves of emotions’.. a few months ago I would have most probably agreed with her.. Except at this point in time I honestly believe that if you’re stupid enough to fall for all their little tricks and lines then shame on you, you’re the fool. And hopefully whatever “disappointments” you may meet you learn a whole lot and end up adding it to your dating experience. They’re not all bad.&lt;br /&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/7915964787120329894-517771173169439028?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/517771173169439028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=517771173169439028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/517771173169439028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/517771173169439028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-if-you-dare.html' title='Play if you dare.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-598140358146769645</id><published>2009-05-24T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:03:33.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Gossip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don’t tell a women she gossips. She would never agree with you. Don’t even try to tell her about the time she gossiped. She would most probably deny it or casually shrug it off as an one off thing.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships do blossom over gossip sessions. I once knew of a retard who became my friend because she realized I didn’t exactly like her sworn enemy who she called “the gossiper”. She hung out with me for a while but stopped after she realized I wasn’t interested in making a group of mean girls against the gossiper. After a year, she had already recruited a substantial number of girls who didn’t like her sworn enemy either; so it didn’t matter if I joined or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see, if I had joined, I would have charged them entrance fee and fought my way to be the leader of their group. I know I’m ambitious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But anyways, groups like that you find everywhere and at every age. People with a common enemy stick together, which in some cases I find hilarious. (Unless its a humanitarian case or warfare) Anyway girls gossip and we love it. We thrive on it and I know for a fact that boys do as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to wrap it up I think its important to treat others like how you would want to be treated. So If you don’t like people to gossip about you, don’t do it. But don’t be naive and think that there won’t be people gossiping about you... because there will always be even if you don’t. If you are going to talk about people and fabricate stories then make sure that you’re ready to face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Because you see, a smart gossiper would gossip or rather share her opinions with the ones she knows she can trust. But don’t babble to everyone you meet because they will gladly pass on whatever information you feed them. But just for fun I say keep the gossip going. We all need entertainment. But make sure you cover your ass well. &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/7915964787120329894-598140358146769645?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/598140358146769645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=598140358146769645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/598140358146769645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/598140358146769645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-gossip.html' title='Girls Gossip.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1182909058960980086</id><published>2009-05-20T15:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:03:54.509+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cairo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I live in the not so glamorous city of Cairo where little kids continue to play on the streets even after past 3 a.m. I have a love/hate relationship with Cairo. The dynamic city can push you to your limits and let you get lost in all the action, culture and sounds. Being at the centre of everything makes you feel so alive strangely enough. At the same time, you can feel so suffocated and trapped that you just can't wait to escape from the turbulence and find some peace and quiet. Welcome to Cairo.&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/7915964787120329894-1182909058960980086?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1182909058960980086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1182909058960980086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1182909058960980086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1182909058960980086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-cairo.html' title='Welcome to Cairo'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-4771157053455399236</id><published>2009-05-20T15:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:04:14.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes there are way too many pretentious people around you. When life seems like a bed of roses, there are thorns somewhere under that bed. When those thorns prick you, it hurts more than you ever imagined it would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway this year I’ve stopped wasting time on pretentious people. I’ve accomplished a lot. Having undergone a rollercoaster emotional ride and an unintentional depression, I know I won’t allow myself to go through it all again. For future reference I will hold everything in bay and try to be inn control like I used to be. Might not sound very healthy but I’ve been told that I give people (generally guys) to much credit for nothing and my high expectations won’t get me anywhere with people in general so it’s better to not expect much and then be surprised than lets say… expect a lot and get nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;With that said if I do end up surprised I will make sure to tell that person how precious they are for being different than all the other disappointments I now call experience.&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/7915964787120329894-4771157053455399236?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/4771157053455399236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=4771157053455399236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4771157053455399236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4771157053455399236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretentious-people_19.html' title='Pretentious People'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-4627771946955138606</id><published>2009-05-13T14:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:04:39.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;You can't literally kill him, since that would be murder. However.. when he keeps promising you the world, but keeps leaving you all alone inn it you should leave him.. and not look back... unless he's bi-polar lol. This might be stating the obvious but I’m sick of guys acting both hot and cold towards me at their own convenience whether it’s a boyfriend, an ex or simply just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my family is moving back to Oman.. which to be honest i'm not so excited about, but it's faith i guess considering that a few years ago i would have done anything to stay there, only this time around i can't think of anything else but my family worth staying for.. cause all my loved ones have already left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-4627771946955138606?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/4627771946955138606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=4627771946955138606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4627771946955138606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4627771946955138606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing.'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-1198860833085892304</id><published>2009-05-07T05:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:27:49.053+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak disappointments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Disappointment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this name is connected to a lot of phone numbers in my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dealt with weak men before… but ever since I moved to Egypt I have never experienced and meet such disappointing excuses for men. This might sound kind of judgemental and kind of silly but on the real I see and hear things here that makes me constantly sick. I have never in my life seen men treat women with such disrespect and openly objectifying them like common prostitutes. I know I’m coming on strong and I’m not generalizing because I know that not all men here are like that but you would think about this too if you constantly see cheating and deception being preformed by so many people... the reason why it’s upsetting me is because everyone seem to be accepting the fact that their best friend is cheating on his wife who is meanwhile at home putting their 2 month old baby to sleep.. cheating with some random gold digging low class girl. Don’t get me wrong tho, this happens all the time in the west too.. but not so openly and its certainly not something you put on display for everyone too see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your single then do whatever the fuck you want, but once your married stick to your wife and if you can’t then what’s the point of marriage anyway? Ownership and kids maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-1198860833085892304?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/1198860833085892304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=1198860833085892304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1198860833085892304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/1198860833085892304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/weak-disappointments.html' title='Weak disappointments'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-734319907079636420</id><published>2009-05-02T17:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:31:31.622+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djDF3G0xI/AAAAAAAABvQ/FpJMix6kR4M/s1600-h/SDC11882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451434778719343378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djDF3G0xI/AAAAAAAABvQ/FpJMix6kR4M/s400/SDC11882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djCuXsUjI/AAAAAAAABvI/sUYPMJ89GaM/s1600-h/glitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451434772413567538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djCuXsUjI/AAAAAAAABvI/sUYPMJ89GaM/s400/glitter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djCaicd8I/AAAAAAAABvA/lvamMrlewc8/s1600-h/20090329030025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451434767089956802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djCaicd8I/AAAAAAAABvA/lvamMrlewc8/s400/20090329030025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One thing I noticed today, sleep is probably the best thing in the world. I know, stating the obvious here, but last night I was having an issue understanding why I was obsessing over this person, who was pretty insignificant to my life. My friends tried to give me advice about it, but there was something wrong because they didn’t understand my state of mind. So, I go to sleep very very late and when I woke up, I had solved the issue. My problem was that I was making this person more than they were and sort of projecting myself on to this person. A lot of people do this and once I realized that this person was really not what they were cracked up to be and I’m just being an idiot for still caring, I sort of made a break through. I already knew this stuff before, but for some reason sleeping on it, literally sleeping on it allowed me to feel great about figuring it out. I love sleep and it does help me solve a lot of problems by taking a nap or resting before important things like papers or exams, but now I know you can sleep on any issue and you will feel better when you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7915964787120329894-734319907079636420?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/734319907079636420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=734319907079636420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/734319907079636420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/734319907079636420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/S6djDF3G0xI/AAAAAAAABvQ/FpJMix6kR4M/s72-c/SDC11882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-6548176913447356416</id><published>2009-05-01T20:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:30:20.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can women and men be just friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I run into this question frequently... I always thought that friendships between men and women could remain platonic. (Especially if there is no physical attraction) Now I know better. Not all friendships last. In most cases, once either of them gets attached, a distance is created by either one of them, and thats the end of it. Sad i guess, but it happens all the time. I think the key for a successful friendship is to establish boundaries.. Friendships exists as long as it's based on mutual respect between each person, then it will grow and flourish. The day you loose respect however, is the day it dies.. that might sound a little dramatic but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915964787120329894-6548176913447356416?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/6548176913447356416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=6548176913447356416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6548176913447356416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/6548176913447356416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-we-be-just-friends.html' title='JUST friends?'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-4519551695358468361</id><published>2009-05-01T12:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:06:23.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Double standards much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;People often say that most Egyptian men have double standards. What they look for in a relationship, a one night stand or even a short fling is often the opposite of what they want their future spouse to resemble. I have learned that all I should do is enjoy their company, as a Japanese business man would enjoy a geisha. Basically not get emotionally attached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&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/7915964787120329894-4519551695358468361?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/4519551695358468361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=4519551695358468361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4519551695358468361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/4519551695358468361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Double standards much?'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915964787120329894.post-143074248215684861</id><published>2009-04-29T11:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:06:48.318+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Already missing winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The hot new season seems to have arrived over night here in Egypt. No more winter… I miss European winters and all the little things that come with them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way my sheets were always so cold in the middle of the night, and I would throw blanket after blanket on top of my body and I'd fall into a warm sleep. I sleep better because the nights are longer and I love waking up feeling the cold, clean and crispiness of the winter air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it always the coldest part of the year that makes me feel so alive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are so many things I miss about winter, like for instance curling up on the sofa next to the fire place with a big mug of hot chocolate with a thick blanket wrapped around me. I also miss drinking herbal teas which I guess I do all year around, but in winter they’re all the more appealing. I miss taking extremely hot baths after having spent the whole day outside throwing snow balls. i think snow is such an amazing natural thing when all the different snowflakes glitter when the sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss rain. I know a lot of people don’t welcome rain. But I do because I live in Egypt and here it never rains. I always like watching the rain drops slide down my glass window and the sound it makes when the raindrops lands on water. Of course rain is not so fun when it fucks up your hair and you end up looking like a wet cat.. but anyways I still miss it.&lt;/span&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/7915964787120329894-143074248215684861?l=bettinakriens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/feeds/143074248215684861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915964787120329894&amp;postID=143074248215684861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/143074248215684861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915964787120329894/posts/default/143074248215684861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinakriens.blogspot.com/2009/04/already-missing-winter.html' title='Already missing winter'/><author><name>lilhabibti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777339646972471452</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/_5BPqOQ6CvOY/R4qSXU0Iu3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rHzYlEGhtiw/S220/bettss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
