Cheating.

<div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkim1Xi_4So/UKuOHbSOY8I/AAAAAAAABI0/wr_lAj6pg4k/s1600/73455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkim1Xi_4So/UKuOHbSOY8I/AAAAAAAABI0/wr_lAj6pg4k/s320/73455.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Cheating: one of the most repulsive things a person can do in a relationship</span></b><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="2b09af9645247e89c7107d5329d825e7852cc219" grtype="null" id="GRmark_2b09af9645247e89c7107d5329d825e7852cc219_.:0" style="color: #444444;">. </span></em><span style="color: #444444;">It’s selfish, cruel, and unnecessary<span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="832f78deb9af8a2bcb686e76781b96933ef6cba6" grtype="null" id="GRmark_832f78deb9af8a2bcb686e76781b96933ef6cba6_.:0">.</span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">Well, it’s pretty unacceptable any way you look at it. At least give the <b><span style="font-size: large;">decency</span></b> to break up with the one you’re with before you pursue another right?? . Cheating is a pretty selfish thing to do. You are trying to reap the benefits from the situation and in what you are doing when it is only going to hurt others.<i> If you even care about the person you are with, you would at least let them go before you hurt them.</i></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5B2lJ_igTk/UKuOrtYVB2I/AAAAAAAABJM/2yfpRSIC-vg/s1600/CheatingCouple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5B2lJ_igTk/UKuOrtYVB2I/AAAAAAAABJM/2yfpRSIC-vg/s320/CheatingCouple.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Cheating makes me sick. </span></span><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">. <span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">If you don’t like your current partner anymore, fine then, break up with them, but don’t ever try to string them on by going out with someone else behind their back.</span><span style="color: #444444;"> </span></span></strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;">If you aren’t satisfied with your relationship and seek your desires in another, </span><b style="color: #444444;">change your status.</b><span style="color: #444444;"> Regardless of what either partner has done, </span><b><span style="color: #444444;">cheating is wrong.</span><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"> </span></i></b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">It is the most disrespectful and dishonest thing someone could do <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="67f120bff2a0ad9bacee2ce2615c47066c5bd201" grtype="null" id="GRmark_67f120bff2a0ad9bacee2ce2615c47066c5bd201_to:0">to</span> the one that they love, or supposedly love. It breaks the trust, the bond that you had with that person, and you have to live with the fact that you cheated for the rest of your life.</span><b><i>  </i></b></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeLJIU86ayo/UKuOE3XFg2I/AAAAAAAABIs/SIZLCV7qFLU/s1600/tumblr_mdgep9892s1rv8me4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeLJIU86ayo/UKuOE3XFg2I/AAAAAAAABIs/SIZLCV7qFLU/s320/tumblr_mdgep9892s1rv8me4o1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a><b><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">I don’t understand why you would cheat on someone that you gave your heart to. They trust you, and you’re going to throw away that trust for someone else?  </span><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="ae422baaa24ad0f8ef6da06e54dcbac429054ac4" grtype="null" id="GRmark_ae422baaa24ad0f8ef6da06e54dcbac429054ac4_Helloooooo, plus,:0" style="color: #444444;">Helloooooo, plus,</span><span style="color: #444444;"> if you don’t feel for your significant other anymore, why don’t you just tell them? Break up with them if so! So what if you ‘don’t want to hurt them’? Hello! Cheating on them is 98766523234239382476925x worse than just telling them you want a break up. </span><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">It shows that you’re a coward and a disrespectful jerk.</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWjhqSvdN0s/UKuOIqbrOoI/AAAAAAAABI8/aRp-KjfUV3w/s1600/shutterstock_78516709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWjhqSvdN0s/UKuOIqbrOoI/AAAAAAAABI8/aRp-KjfUV3w/s320/shutterstock_78516709.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"></strong></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Cheating feels like betrayal. </span></span><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">I think cheating shouldn’t happen, but unfortunately it does. People get hurt and if you keep pretending to love that person, you should just tell them before they find out.<i><b> </b></i></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 21px;"><i><b>Sometimes, I really just <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="7f5f17fd531d85f8a85aa16ff27a8e2a4cc51c65" grtype="null" id="GRmark_7f5f17fd531d85f8a85aa16ff27a8e2a4cc51c65_wanna:0">wanna</span> know why people think it’s ok to play people.</b></i> Like, for real. I just wish, for once, someone would take a step back and think about how they’re treating other people. How can they so carefreely handle <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="43a94362ec93a56c927470f69c512cea1bf940c6" grtype="null" id="GRmark_43a94362ec93a56c927470f69c512cea1bf940c6_liking:0">liking</span> someone when they already have a gf/bf? Why would you try to make a move on someone when you’re in a relationship? It doesn’t even make sense… </span><b style="line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">And then if they are caught cheating they would say that it was just an accident, like <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="07a815f63cee37a71b91340f43a399ef9503d422" grtype="null" id="GRmark_07a815f63cee37a71b91340f43a399ef9503d422_oooops:0">oooops</span> <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="07a815f63cee37a71b91340f43a399ef9503d422" grtype="null" id="GRmark_07a815f63cee37a71b91340f43a399ef9503d422_i:1">i</span>'ve tripped  blah blah blah. Seriously? *raised eyebrows.</span></span></b></span><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #444444;">It’s not worth giving up someone you’ve been involved with for years just for someone new who makes you feel “different.”</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"> But, sometimes, if you can’t handle the situation you are currently in, it means it’s time to move on, but first, you have to </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">decide</span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"> whether or not you are willing to work on it or break up with that person.</span></i></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phsAgO-Xf_k/UKuP-s2Vh_I/AAAAAAAABJU/KJyJc0mV0u4/s1600/tumblr_mbg6qzongA1ryoirqo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phsAgO-Xf_k/UKuP-s2Vh_I/AAAAAAAABJU/KJyJc0mV0u4/s320/tumblr_mbg6qzongA1ryoirqo1_400.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">For the girls out there, remember this, never settle for being someones "other" when you have the potential to be someones "only".</b></div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">P.S</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><b><i><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t like cheaters. I am not one and I’m not planning to be one either. Cheaters must have a lot of guts to go out and be with someone else while they’re with someone already. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">I’m inclined to say “shit happens” and sometimes people are unaware of </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">their actions.</span></span></i></b><br /><b><i><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">To my dear friend , don't worry. We're here for you. </span></span></i></b></div>

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Tough Times.

<span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"><i>The couples that are meant to be are the ones who go through everything that is designed to tear them apart and come out even stronger than they were before. They don't give up on each other or their relationship when they go through hard times, even if it's the easy thing to do. </i></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i><b><span style="line-height: 21.983333587646484px;">You and your partner will experience hard times in your relationship – it’s inevitable. The question is, what can you do to </span>stay optimistic<span style="line-height: 21.983333587646484px;"> and hold onto your relationship during tough times? </span></b></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_E87ffb33kQ/UKY2-m1n4YI/AAAAAAAABHY/jaDhOXXzAE8/s1600/tumblr_kz2rwtqvdE1qa10f6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_E87ffb33kQ/UKY2-m1n4YI/AAAAAAAABHY/jaDhOXXzAE8/s400/tumblr_kz2rwtqvdE1qa10f6o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #444444;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b style="color: #444444;">Somebody once told me, that no relationship is perfect, but you have to find the imperfections and learn to live with them, that's when you know the effort is worth it.</b><span style="color: #444444;"> Everything in life has two sides, and relationships are no exception to this. These can give you the most beautiful moments in life as well as the worst, but you have to learn something new from each of these experiences. </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">If you are going through hard times in a relationship, you need to understand that there is no point in making the situation worse but battle it bravely.</span><span style="color: #444444;">  </span></span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlKfJC8Ohls/UKY3ABS7SQI/AAAAAAAABHo/q22e5PdlN9I/s1600/tumblr_mdarhq8FMg1rgjkivo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlKfJC8Ohls/UKY3ABS7SQI/AAAAAAAABHo/q22e5PdlN9I/s320/tumblr_mdarhq8FMg1rgjkivo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 16px;">The goal of a relationship is not to have no fights, but to learn how to handle the fights in a mature adult manner, without screaming and yelling, without calling names, and placing blame on the other person<span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="a608084f82778e564d6f3d71ab6574fe62e1a932" grtype="null" id="GRmark_a608084f82778e564d6f3d71ab6574fe62e1a932_.:0">.</span></span><span style="color: magenta;"><i><b><span style="line-height: 16px;">There must be </span><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="6ff5b7e825a2b81fcc2b89b5a6be7723745c32a6" grtype="null" id="GRmark_6ff5b7e825a2b81fcc2b89b5a6be7723745c32a6_difference:0" style="line-height: 16px;">difference</span><span style="line-height: 16px;"> of opinion in a relationship, and even differences between fact and fiction. <span style="font-size: large;">How you handle it is most important.</span></span></b></i></span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9gBCtSFku4/UKY2_WyBS1I/AAAAAAAABHg/-i4WWGi1rhE/s1600/tumblr_m95r2c0tjx1radxj1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9gBCtSFku4/UKY2_WyBS1I/AAAAAAAABHg/-i4WWGi1rhE/s320/tumblr_m95r2c0tjx1radxj1o1_500_large.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;">There is no such thing as a perfect relationship. Even if both of you are strongly in love with each other, problems may occur.<b> Problems will occur</b>. So deal with it. If you </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="a4a827bc88ca3930b706ac962a88ea5c02ebe2a9" grtype="null" id="GRmark_a4a827bc88ca3930b706ac962a88ea5c02ebe2a9_wanna:0">wanna</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"> go into a relationship, don’t expect </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="a4a827bc88ca3930b706ac962a88ea5c02ebe2a9" grtype="null" id="GRmark_a4a827bc88ca3930b706ac962a88ea5c02ebe2a9_sugar-coated:1">sugar-coated</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"> situations all the time. </span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Maybe the only thing the two of you can agree on lately is that you argue all the time. Maybe underlying </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="49d49f8506ab7cc1cfe15d47ce797b88a67039f2" grtype="null" id="GRmark_49d49f8506ab7cc1cfe15d47ce797b88a67039f2_,:0">,</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">fill-in-the-blank issues are creating more and more tension. <b><span style="font-size: large;">When a new relationship is struggling, it’s not always easy to figure out what to do. Is this just a rough patch you need to get through together? Or is it time to cut your losses and move on in separate directions?</span></b> </span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hg5TYL-esM/UKY29a372BI/AAAAAAAABHQ/R1EgFt9-ToQ/s1600/love-couple-photography.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hg5TYL-esM/UKY29a372BI/AAAAAAAABHQ/R1EgFt9-ToQ/s320/love-couple-photography.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">When you’re in a spot like this, you basically need to confront two main possibilities. One is that you’re simply in the wrong relationship: your issues are insurmountable and will never allow you to have the fulfilling relationship you deserve. The other possibility is that you’re in the right relationship but it’s going to take real maturity, compromise and good old hard work </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="772e1214c65e57993fcbc77a7e20dfa8e5cfa611" grtype="null" id="GRmark_772e1214c65e57993fcbc77a7e20dfa8e5cfa611_to move:0">to move</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"> past the issues that have surfaced. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"> If you love each other, always remember that especially when times get rough, that is to prevent immature fights and regretful </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="6bc52d19b2688be817d49badb9db7082572b0459" grtype="null" id="GRmark_6bc52d19b2688be817d49badb9db7082572b0459_break-ups:0">break-ups</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;">. </span><b><span style="color: orange;"><span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">At some point, every relationship goes through some kind of Hell. </em></span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">Without it you would not be able to contrast the good times. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">Every relationship needs sustaining power to get you through the times when everything is not so rosy.</span></span></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RC8Vt-lopk/UKY27KAxofI/AAAAAAAABHA/Zg904es8LYo/s1600/couple-kiss-love-ocean-photography-Favim.com-151512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RC8Vt-lopk/UKY27KAxofI/AAAAAAAABHA/Zg904es8LYo/s400/couple-kiss-love-ocean-photography-Favim.com-151512.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; text-align: right;">Remember, every problem is a gift - without problems we would not grow </span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;">Relationships do have ups and downs, but if you guys can look past your problems and make up for them, then that's when the relationship becomes stronger.  </span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><br /><div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><b>P.S</b></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">Baby , </span><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="5b069d55882302c60433b917fed2dd9b2bfb7c01" grtype="null" id="GRmark_5b069d55882302c60433b917fed2dd9b2bfb7c01_i:0" style="color: #444444;">i</span><span style="color: #444444;"> know relationships.... </span><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="46ca4f09d76988a9dc642fea4a6a1867e2902823" grtype="null" id="GRmark_46ca4f09d76988a9dc642fea4a6a1867e2902823_they:0" style="color: #444444;">they</span><span style="color: #444444;">’re never perfect. We're always going to have fights, disagreements, insecurities, or just life getting in the way. But I have to say one thing.  </span><b><span style="color: orange;">I feel so incredibly lucky</span></b><span style="color: #444444;">. We may have our ups and downs,  our struggles and our heartaches. Neither one of us is perfect and we have our flaws. But I believe we are fantastic for each other and our relationship is as close to perfect as it could ever be </span></span></div>

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The Risk.

<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Will you take the risk of getting hurt just to have a taste of happiness by falling in love?</i></b></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkxBg7aTi9g/UKC-RBcI1MI/AAAAAAAABC0/MbgAdML7sJc/s1600/tumblr_mcspzqzHMj1ri9quao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkxBg7aTi9g/UKC-RBcI1MI/AAAAAAAABC0/MbgAdML7sJc/s400/tumblr_mcspzqzHMj1ri9quao1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"> "It is a </span><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">risk</em><span style="line-height: 16px;"> to </span><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">love</em><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="dac92330de9af02082ab6fc0b00b7f5e9940c321" grtype="null" id="GRmark_dac92330de9af02082ab6fc0b00b7f5e9940c321_.:0">.</span>But what if it doesn't work out<span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="dac92330de9af02082ab6fc0b00b7f5e9940c321" grtype="null" id="GRmark_dac92330de9af02082ab6fc0b00b7f5e9940c321_?:1">?</span>Ah, but what if it does. " - </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;">Peter McWilliams </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Some people spend their entire life bundled up in </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="54cd5735a29f1cef72916b8c1bf45505ee268427" grtype="null" id="GRmark_54cd5735a29f1cef72916b8c1bf45505ee268427_fears:0">fears</span></span><span style="background-color: white;">. What’s wrong with taking some risks? What’s wrong with rejection, or the unexpected<span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="4311d5fcebb7852acde4196fab317317c2b87e3b" grtype="null" id="GRmark_4311d5fcebb7852acde4196fab317317c2b87e3b_?:0">? I know, o</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">ne of the hardest things to do is to take a risk. It’s not because you’re too weak to do it but you’re too afraid to know the result because sometimes taking chances ruined everything.</span><span style="color: orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i> It’s not that you’re being <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="b0c69c88a3d9e6e3eace311783c4efd84ab33708" grtype="null" id="GRmark_b0c69c88a3d9e6e3eace311783c4efd84ab33708_pessimist:0">pessimist</span> but it’s because you’re just too afraid to be taken for granted.</i></b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i><br /></i></b></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9lpcWC4DlM/UKDD9saNUGI/AAAAAAAABEA/PCk1qc_5e7Y/s1600/cute-girl-hair-lepillow-photography-Favim.com-267288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9lpcWC4DlM/UKDD9saNUGI/AAAAAAAABEA/PCk1qc_5e7Y/s320/cute-girl-hair-lepillow-photography-Favim.com-267288.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"><b style="line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: magenta; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. </span></b><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;">It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. </span></strong><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>You might gain something, you might not, but at least you know it was worth taking the risk.</b> If you feel strongly about something, say it.</span><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"> If you love someone, tell them. Are you </span></b></span><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="a841be26d81386e1d27c051b1c45ebe1802100aa" grtype="null" id="GRmark_a841be26d81386e1d27c051b1c45ebe1802100aa_gonna:0">gonna</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> watch as life passes by, or are you be a part of it? </span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><div style="color: #444444;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJJ5a12p5Vg/UKC-TLypyoI/AAAAAAAABDE/mSkYAMnC-Xo/s1600/tumblr_md5y78BeQM1qemoo1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="70" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJJ5a12p5Vg/UKC-TLypyoI/AAAAAAAABDE/mSkYAMnC-Xo/s400/tumblr_md5y78BeQM1qemoo1o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><i style="line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>"Love is nothing but an irony.  You’ll never know when someone is meant for you, or meant for the arms of another. And there’s no other way to know which path is for you unless you take risks. Find chances that will either be the reason for your happiness or the root of all the pain."</b></span></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBr19koNQdU/UKDEARt4u2I/AAAAAAAABEQ/0_xkHKlpLpc/s1600/tumblr_mcohtglP3w1rfm88zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBr19koNQdU/UKDEARt4u2I/AAAAAAAABEQ/0_xkHKlpLpc/s320/tumblr_mcohtglP3w1rfm88zo1_500.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #444444;">And </span><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="414b8982ca97b0f720c6ecbea9a52a85bf9a30f9" grtype="null" id="GRmark_414b8982ca97b0f720c6ecbea9a52a85bf9a30f9_yess:0" style="color: #444444;">yess</span><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><span style="color: magenta;">, <b>you always take a risk when it comes to being with someone. </b></span><span style="color: #444444;">You honestly don’t know how it will end. The two of you hope for the best in the beginning and hopefully it stays like that throughout the relationship but things never go as planned. You two could part ways slowly, you two could secretly hate the other and just want things to end, you two could have the biggest argument in the world that ends everything right then and there.<strike> You may not think it’s worth the risk</strike></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d" grtype="null" id="GRmark_2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d_.:0">.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">But, it is</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d" grtype="null" id="GRmark_2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d_.:1"><span style="color: #444444;">.</span><span style="color: orange;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Love is the most wonderful thing in the world<span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d" grtype="null" id="GRmark_2e2b401fa328ba66e18a89bf4a2dcfbe1a3b2c2d_,:2">,</span>yet the worst too.</span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3;"><i>It's not <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="35da5d472e8d0dd3b4003551d148b80bbe9d00fc" grtype="null" id="GRmark_35da5d472e8d0dd3b4003551d148b80bbe9d00fc_gonna:0">gonna</span> be easy but it's worth it.</i></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>In love, it is better to know and be disappointed, than to not know and always wonder :></b></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm3kGTKgla0/UKDF7PQR8GI/AAAAAAAABEY/TfIJRphqd5k/s1600/black-and-white-bow-cute-love-photography-Favim.com-403788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm3kGTKgla0/UKDF7PQR8GI/AAAAAAAABEY/TfIJRphqd5k/s400/black-and-white-bow-cute-love-photography-Favim.com-403788.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">At some point, you have to make a decision.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"> Boundaries don’t keep people out, they fence you in. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">Life is messy, that’s how we’re made. So, you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here’s what <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="3b8f0b070216faa759bace19cde98b2d77ee2447" grtype="null" id="GRmark_3b8f0b070216faa759bace19cde98b2d77ee2447_i:0">i</span> know, if you are willing to take the chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.  </span><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><b>Take chances, take a lot of them. </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"><b><i>Because honestly, no matter where you end up and with whom, it always ends up just the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are. You learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. Say how you feel always. Be you, and be okay with it.</i></b></span></div></div><br />

The Risk.

Will you take the risk of getting hurt just to have a taste of happiness by falling in love?  "It is a  risk  to  love . But what if it...

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Teaching in Switzerland

<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I've spent the last 75 days as an Elementary School Teacher. Does that sound weird to you? It still sounds so weird to me. But there it is. And I've surprised myself by loving it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I teach English as an additional language (EAL) at a boarding school here in Switzerland. But my kids, the young kids, don't board here, they just come for the day like any old Elementary School and their older brothers and sister board, as in live, eat, and sleep here. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The campus is spread out over several blocks and feels and functions much like a university campus. There's an admissions building, an IT building, a library, a dining hall, the headmasters quarters, wait, is that different? Anyway, the kids, even the elementary kids, spend each period learning a different subject from a different teacher in a different room and a different building. Like high  school they have a homeroom period at the beginning and end of the day. And we teachers rotate around teaching different subjects too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have a classroom with a desk and a computer and all my things, but I only actually only teach one class in there. I also teach a class upstairs from my room, one down the street from my room in the pre-K, kindergarten, and first grade building called Focolare, and one across the street and up some stairs in middle school territory in a building called Aurora. My classes include kids from first through fifth grade. And then at the end of the day I have bus duty lining kids up and getting them on buses to go home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of my classes is very beginner with two native Italian speaking lads. It has probably been the funniest and most entertaining class for obvious reasons. I have one intermediate group of first graders and then two advanced classes, one comprised of second and third grade and the other, my  last period class, full of fourth and fifth graders. This last period class merits a post of its own.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Turns out the worst part about this whole gig was just how quickly it went by. And the hardest part was actually walking away and letting someone else be their teacher. I'll miss these kids more than I thought I would. Cause on my first day teaching I would have sworn that my last day teaching would be my favorite. I'm happy to be wrong on that count. <br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">**My replacement told me that those two Italians boys, they cried all through class the day after I left. Um, just picture my heart melting into a giant pool on the floor!</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />And here are a few snapshots of it all.<br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcrbEYsPL8Y/UJA1Qny5izI/AAAAAAAANBg/rEeYGBJEdU0/s1600/IMG_5398.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcrbEYsPL8Y/UJA1Qny5izI/AAAAAAAANBg/rEeYGBJEdU0/s640/IMG_5398.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZv61uyZIwc/UJA2u-bPvWI/AAAAAAAANBw/LrovFFM0Qhs/s1600/IMG_5410.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZv61uyZIwc/UJA2u-bPvWI/AAAAAAAANBw/LrovFFM0Qhs/s640/IMG_5410.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8e4OhlVo28/UJA4TNs0DZI/AAAAAAAANB8/NIlQIA4j3H8/s1600/IMG_5413.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8e4OhlVo28/UJA4TNs0DZI/AAAAAAAANB8/NIlQIA4j3H8/s640/IMG_5413.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QU7YRrC1yTg/UJJPe8RFnVI/AAAAAAAANIg/YkUqs0XRZMM/s1600/IMG_5417.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QU7YRrC1yTg/UJJPe8RFnVI/AAAAAAAANIg/YkUqs0XRZMM/s640/IMG_5417.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phgDvvvoXJ4/UJA_OZgbaKI/AAAAAAAANDw/q4cLlUj9Zxc/s1600/IMG_5421.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phgDvvvoXJ4/UJA_OZgbaKI/AAAAAAAANDw/q4cLlUj9Zxc/s640/IMG_5421.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NINsc0ZQVYI/UJBAyFm7PFI/AAAAAAAAND8/aiQtuAhk9SM/s1600/IMG_5425.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NINsc0ZQVYI/UJBAyFm7PFI/AAAAAAAAND8/aiQtuAhk9SM/s640/IMG_5425.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXu_lELjxwU/UJBCZSnSl2I/AAAAAAAANEI/IQXd5OYocQQ/s1600/IMG_5430.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXu_lELjxwU/UJBCZSnSl2I/AAAAAAAANEI/IQXd5OYocQQ/s640/IMG_5430.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrXoQ7A0Rws/UJBDY4XlkwI/AAAAAAAANEU/HrTs4UwJGvE/s1600/IMG_5437.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrXoQ7A0Rws/UJBDY4XlkwI/AAAAAAAANEU/HrTs4UwJGvE/s640/IMG_5437.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NM4ysfehoJo/UJBNbglIvVI/AAAAAAAANGc/39oooKdXd4c/s1600/IMG_5444.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NM4ysfehoJo/UJBNbglIvVI/AAAAAAAANGc/39oooKdXd4c/s640/IMG_5444.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiVqPGw_Ia4/UJBO5H46doI/AAAAAAAANGo/QpC5xzNsp9Y/s1600/IMG_5454.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiVqPGw_Ia4/UJBO5H46doI/AAAAAAAANGo/QpC5xzNsp9Y/s640/IMG_5454.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ACd7uUqPE0/UJBEWYBMpEI/AAAAAAAANEk/Lq809-ndIdk/s1600/IMG_5442.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ACd7uUqPE0/UJBEWYBMpEI/AAAAAAAANEk/Lq809-ndIdk/s640/IMG_5442.CR2" width="640" /></a>

Teaching in Switzerland

So I've spent the last 75 days as an Elementary School Teacher. Does that sound weird to you? It still sounds so weird to me. But there ...

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My Worst Favorite Class

<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cK7xSwCWMeU/UJqd4l-kBuI/AAAAAAAANUA/ZzzaX_OtPZE/s1600/class+%231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cK7xSwCWMeU/UJqd4l-kBuI/AAAAAAAANUA/ZzzaX_OtPZE/s400/class+%231.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiIP5EgTivs/UJqeAlTdKEI/AAAAAAAANUQ/Xw4c4g_2TAM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiIP5EgTivs/UJqeAlTdKEI/AAAAAAAANUQ/Xw4c4g_2TAM/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <br />I spent the first few weeks here wondering what the dickens I was thinking hauling myself half way around the world for this. Teaching I mean. There was nothing in my experience to suggest that I would be a qualified elementary school teacher. The closest thing I had ever been to a teacher was a camp counselor, and turns out getting kids to make a lot of noise and have more fun is a lot easier than getting them to stop making noise and quit having so much fun. </div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So when I found myself standing frantic in front of a room full of little children, them running, yelling, throwing things, speaking in foreign languages, me having no idea what to do, how to make them stop, or what in heavens name they were even saying, there was no training I could call on to help me deal with that unique situation.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I imagine I probably had frazzled little hairs whisping out in all directions, and the kids? They could definitely smell my fear. I think the fumes were propelling them onward, gearing them up into a more frenzied state. Luckily it's only gotten better after that first crazy day of chaos. Still crazy of course, still chaotic, these are after all children we are talking about, but on a significantly smaller scale. And with me much much calmer throughout it all.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I can stand in front of a class of an entire class full of rowdy Italian bellowing ruffians and be simultaneously grading papers, teaching new grammar, writing on the board, dabbing paper towel on someones bloody nose, and calmly telling Lorenzo at the back of the class to please sit down and stop throwing that water bottle across the room or he will knock somebody out with it and I will take away at least 300 awesome points, all without batting an eye.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've gotten pretty good at this classroom management thing. Good may be a bit of a stretch. But the kids and I have gotten used to each other. And after that we all sort of mellowed out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I stopped yelling out "Guys, seriously! Seriously? Are you seriously still talking right now? Seriously?" (they didn't hire me to teach English for nothing. Seriously.) "Don't think I won't send every last one of you out to the hall. Cause I seriously will! And I've got all the time in the world (bluff). I can stay here all day! (bigger bluff)." And now they only rarely dance on top of their desks while scream-singing the words to the latest EAL song we've learned in class (I only have myself to blame for this one really) with their annoyingly adorable little Italian accents. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we've managed, that last period group of kids and I. And it made me feel enormously better when I called in a sub once while sick only to hear she fared far worse than I have. Apparently they could be heard down the hall. The teacher who uses that room after our class came in and gave my kids a good talking to about the disastrous state of things in the room after they had vacated it. Apparently desks were turned over and contents spilled out all over the room. He threatened them with sitting out from recess and scared them straight. <br /><br />After he left I then openly rewarded them with candy and a movie. It was Halloween after all, and my last day teaching. And I wanted them to remember how much they liked me, and the contrast between Mr. Neinhouse scolding them and then me rewarding them with smiles and stickers and halloween treats and movies afterwards was a comparison I could live with.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And when I let them know that it would in fact be my last day of teaching, seeing those dirty little crestfallen faces was almost enough to forgive them anything. And then when one tear filled little rascal who caused me so much trouble ran up to hug me, and then another joined him, and then the whole class ran up into a giant class group hug, it about did me in. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All was forgotten! They were angels! They had never done wrong a day in their life! I'd never met a more perfect class or more perfect students or loved teaching anyone more than I did them, and I told them so. They ate it up. The lie wouldn't hurt them. Plus I realized afterwards that I don't think it was a lie. I think I actually meant it. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ3-SAcm4-Y/UJqd6yQxzuI/AAAAAAAANUI/yFjAFTVdnXc/s1600/group+hug.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ3-SAcm4-Y/UJqd6yQxzuI/AAAAAAAANUI/yFjAFTVdnXc/s400/group+hug.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div>

My Worst Favorite Class

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It was all Very Swiss

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtsqc2ZkzeM/UJhRpAqgebI/AAAAAAAANSQ/ceNN2kTJl50/s1600/IMG_6112.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtsqc2ZkzeM/UJhRpAqgebI/AAAAAAAANSQ/ceNN2kTJl50/s640/IMG_6112.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akKFfGQcmQE/UJhMidm3vBI/AAAAAAAANRw/jYr5wjGkrWw/s1600/IMG_6094.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akKFfGQcmQE/UJhMidm3vBI/AAAAAAAANRw/jYr5wjGkrWw/s640/IMG_6094.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><span id="goog_1192637318"></span><span id="goog_1192637319">Last weekend we explored the Swiss Alps.</span></div><div align="center">It was mountain heaven.</div><div align="center">The air was so crisp, the view so majestic, and the weather so beautiful.</div><div align="center">So there was nothing else to do but to order raclette and pretend that I was Heidi and this was home.</div><div align="center">Raclette is broiled cheese - pure unidulterated cheese - served hot and bubbly with bread, potatoes, and pickles.</div><div align="center">I'm telling you, it's so much better than fondue, and I love fondue.</div><div align="center">And the pickles sound weird, but they are not, they're perfection.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6lu8p8s0n8/UJhbTr_aiwI/AAAAAAAANTM/Dw4C2BGuGVk/s1600/IMG_6200.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6lu8p8s0n8/UJhbTr_aiwI/AAAAAAAANTM/Dw4C2BGuGVk/s640/IMG_6200.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46-XHb1_uaI/UJhe8RTAKNI/AAAAAAAANTs/0l_lO9C9LTo/s1600/IMG_6115.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46-XHb1_uaI/UJhe8RTAKNI/AAAAAAAANTs/0l_lO9C9LTo/s640/IMG_6115.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4_XeCSU4VE/UJhdhBlm8hI/AAAAAAAANTg/JhrxQaXzZ1s/s1600/IMG_6225.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4_XeCSU4VE/UJhdhBlm8hI/AAAAAAAANTg/JhrxQaXzZ1s/s640/IMG_6225.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>

It was all Very Swiss

Last weekend we explored the Swiss Alps. It was mountain heaven. The air was so crisp, the view so majestic, and the weather so beautiful. S...

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Life Changes

<br /><span style="color: orange; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><b>I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then i ask my self the same question?</b></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: orange; line-height: 19px;">I know there are days when I get a little ahead of myself. I know my life has taken a complete 180 in the last few years. I know sometimes this city can get the best of me, but I definitely try to keep myself grounded by remembering where I came from. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmcC4MIkw-g/UJdyRjDe5fI/AAAAAAAABBg/sxZb63YzZio/s1600/cute-girl-jump-jumping-light-Favim.com-133500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmcC4MIkw-g/UJdyRjDe5fI/AAAAAAAABBg/sxZb63YzZio/s320/cute-girl-jump-jumping-light-Favim.com-133500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b style="color: #ff4495; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></b><b style="color: #ff4495; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"><i>Well, again I’m just making more personal post, something with more substance, and more about me. ;)</i></b><br /><div class="post_content" id="post_content_21425124291" style="clear: both; line-height: 19px; outline: none 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c--QNYqWxQI/UJdyTFdjBEI/AAAAAAAABBw/n_SYxrXmUd4/s1600/dream-relationship-change-cigarette-Favim.com-512167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c--QNYqWxQI/UJdyTFdjBEI/AAAAAAAABBw/n_SYxrXmUd4/s320/dream-relationship-change-cigarette-Favim.com-512167.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Let's see. In the last two years I’ve gotten to know myself a lot better. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;">I closed myself off quite a bit. After having my heart broken, </span><b style="color: #444444;">I had to remember how to stand on my own two feet again</b><span style="color: #444444;">, and </span><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><b>I was so tired of it all, the boys and the feelings and the rejection and pain. I’d had enough of it</b></span><span style="color: #444444;">. I’d decided to focus on myself, and that part of my heart that opened up to people, that let people in where I could trust them, was closed off. </span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">I grew a lot closer to people I didn’t get to see often enough .</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;">I thought I’d figured out exactly what I wanted to do with my life at least three times, only to change my mind after a few months.</span><b><span style="color: orange;"> I’ve come to realize that I can never know exactly where life is taking me, and that’s okay.</span></b><span style="color: #444444;"> I still like imagining the future though.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">I reevaluated a lot of the relationships I had with people around me.<b><i> A lot of friendships ended up going to the wayside, which I’m sad about, but I think it was necessary. I also made some great new friends.</i></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlSMK9kP5v0/UJdyNNyf-FI/AAAAAAAABBA/4BISvhwPWAc/s1600/again-beautiful-big-big-things-change-Favim.com-416129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlSMK9kP5v0/UJdyNNyf-FI/AAAAAAAABBA/4BISvhwPWAc/s320/again-beautiful-big-big-things-change-Favim.com-416129.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;">Just in the last few months </span></span><span class="f" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><em style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">I've opened myself</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"> up to falling in </span><em style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">love</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"> and being </span><em style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">loved</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"> in return.</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"> I've decided to give all my trust, love to someone & now I'm happy . I made the best decision ever.. </span><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">I guess this is my fate, to love & be with him for the rest of my life.</span></b><span style="color: #444444;">  </span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><i><b>Our relationship is like a roller coaster... there is going to be many Up's and Down's, Twists and Turns, but in the end.. I know we'll make it.</b></i></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span> I’ve  also come to realize certain things about myself and the way I think. </span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">I’ve grown up a lot. And I’ve stayed very childish in other ways. That’s life.</span></div></div><div class="clear" style="clear: both; color: #444444; height: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px;"></div><div class="footer_links with_tags " style="color: #444444; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="avatar_and_i" style="color: #444444; left: -85px; line-height: 19px; outline: none 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: orange;"><b><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">I</i><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">t’s weird how much you can change in under just a years time. You look back on who you used to be, wondering who that person actually was. And you marvel at the changes that took place and the changes soon to come. You just live your life hoping and waiting for that inevitable change to come and gradually mold you into who you really are</i></b></span><i style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;">.</i></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"></div><div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWi8W_ZzzL0/UJdyT_MfIdI/AAAAAAAABB4/_Ke0WoLKavY/s1600/tumblr_ksuk4wp2Fd1qzkrkao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWi8W_ZzzL0/UJdyT_MfIdI/AAAAAAAABB4/_Ke0WoLKavY/s320/tumblr_ksuk4wp2Fd1qzkrkao1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">People can change.</span></b><span style="color: #444444;"> I think people should try on as many hats as they can. People should try to change. It’s only through the failed attempt to be something different than you were last year, last month or yesterday that you find either the tenacity to be something</span><span style="color: orange;"><b> “you’re not”</b></span><span style="color: #444444;"> or the pride to be something you are. </span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">I’ve grown up, I definitely understand a lot more now that I didn’t understand before and I’ve found myself and all that I am. </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><b>I now know my goals for the next four years and I know how to deal with these crazy people and I know how to love and how to handle pain and I just have emotionally grown after going through a lot physically, emotionally and mentally.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rzo-x-ikBE/UJdyQse-yUI/AAAAAAAABBY/1GSiDamYTjc/s1600/cute-girl-happy-sun-walking-Favim.com-156852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rzo-x-ikBE/UJdyQse-yUI/AAAAAAAABBY/1GSiDamYTjc/s320/cute-girl-happy-sun-walking-Favim.com-156852.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;">Yes, I have changed. I changed because I wanted to better my situation. </span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"><b>I want to live my life according to how I see it.</b></span><span style="line-height: 19px;"> <b style="color: #444444;">And if that means that I have to change in order to accomplish my goal, so be it</b><span style="color: #444444;">. We only have one life to live.</span><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"> Although I have changed, I never forgot where I came from or who I am. I am me and only me. </span></b><span style="color: #444444;">But simply because I have changed in order to better my life and now we do not see “eye to eye”, does not mean that I have changed for the worst, <b>It just means that I decided to follow with the process of growing up.. learning of whom I want to be, what I”m passionate about… and be able to enjoy and experience all the opportunities that life has to offer, rather than mope and complain about how my life sucks.</b></span></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbvRF8rBBzg/UJdyPGt1aaI/AAAAAAAABBI/qZOvUaBOrds/s1600/alone-bench-chair-evening-girl-Favim.com-279879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbvRF8rBBzg/UJdyPGt1aaI/AAAAAAAABBI/qZOvUaBOrds/s320/alone-bench-chair-evening-girl-Favim.com-279879.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><u><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Change is </span></span><span style="line-height: 19px;">necessarily</span></span></u><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><u><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"> for growth.</span></u><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> Change not for the worst, but for the better. </span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"> </span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="background-color: white;">You are not perfect. I am not perfect. No one is perfect. </span></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We all learn, we all grow, and we try to be the best person we can be. Are you really so ignorant to think that there is nothing you need to change to become a better person? Or have you just given up all hope that you could ever be more than you are right now? <span style="color: magenta; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I personally believe that I will continue to grow, learn, live, laugh, and change throughout my entire life.</span></span></b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>Bring positivity into your world, and cast negativity out.</span></b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #444444;">And at the end of the day, you'll realize that the change was for you, and not for anybody else. :></span></i></b></div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline: none 0px;"></div>

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A Stone Lion

<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLW63pUo00o/UJTDIjfiIZI/AAAAAAAANRI/VfuBNn1WprQ/s1600/IMG_5503.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLW63pUo00o/UJTDIjfiIZI/AAAAAAAANRI/VfuBNn1WprQ/s640/IMG_5503.CR2" width="426" /></a></div>Mark Twain called it "the saddest and most moving piece of rock in the world."</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wasn't wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before the throngs of Asian tourists descended we got lucky and had the whole place to ourselves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For almost half an hour on that cool morning with the fog just beginning to lift and autumn colored leaves floating gently into the pond, almost in slow motion, it felt like a solitary place.<br />It felt like a privilege to be there to witness the quietness of that grove while a sleepy city was waking up all around us.<br />Also it gave us the chance to set up our camera on a bench and get one precious timer picture of the two of us alone there.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-voMraFweE/UJS4ZJrDWyI/AAAAAAAANPg/anSY7FvX-Ww/s1600/IMG_5469.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-voMraFweE/UJS4ZJrDWyI/AAAAAAAANPg/anSY7FvX-Ww/s640/IMG_5469.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UItimQ79BA/UJS48Rz0xMI/AAAAAAAANPs/beyirhymwnA/s1600/IMG_5475.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UItimQ79BA/UJS48Rz0xMI/AAAAAAAANPs/beyirhymwnA/s640/IMG_5475.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33elUe0PuMA/UJS506RyZtI/AAAAAAAANP4/rBu_ss8mY0I/s1600/IMG_5491.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33elUe0PuMA/UJS506RyZtI/AAAAAAAANP4/rBu_ss8mY0I/s640/IMG_5491.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHoBewlKEds/UJS-LjBxeSI/AAAAAAAANQY/Bc4V4EHeaEE/s1600/IMG_5512.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHoBewlKEds/UJS-LjBxeSI/AAAAAAAANQY/Bc4V4EHeaEE/s640/IMG_5512.CR2" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdG1VNuTe8U/UJTGf-EiIBI/AAAAAAAANRc/INBgoF1WMy4/s1600/IMG_5477.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdG1VNuTe8U/UJTGf-EiIBI/AAAAAAAANRc/INBgoF1WMy4/s640/IMG_5477.CR2" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And just like that, we were crowded out by tourists.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Which we are not, because we live here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I drank from the mouth of a fish.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmfZxMS6YcM/UJTAupDa-MI/AAAAAAAANQw/ou2w_vFcRz0/s1600/IMG_5515.CR2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmfZxMS6YcM/UJTAupDa-MI/AAAAAAAANQw/ou2w_vFcRz0/s640/IMG_5515.CR2" width="640" /></a><br /><span id="goog_639556363"></span><span id="goog_639556364"></span><br /><br /></div>

A Stone Lion

Mark Twain called it "the saddest and most moving piece of rock in the world." He wasn't wrong. Before the throngs of Asian to...

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