<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324</id><updated>2009-12-29T06:33:31.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Rising</title><subtitle type='html'>The Fire That I Go Through; The Ashes I Come Out Of</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-9104198652677073881</id><published>2009-12-28T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:55:26.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piecing It Together</title><summary type='text'>"You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself."          -Ranier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young PoetIt's funny how the longer you're away from someone, the more you notice whether they have changed or not the next time you see them.  Sometimes, they can change for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/9104198652677073881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/12/piecing-it-together.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/9104198652677073881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/9104198652677073881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/12/piecing-it-together.html' title='Piecing It Together'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-5013823941225102648</id><published>2009-12-21T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:08:36.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Made of Bricks</title><summary type='text'>"Right under my feet is air made of bricksThat pulls me down and turn me weak for youI find myself repeating like a broken tune and I'mForever excusing your intentions and IGive in to my pretendingWhich forgive you each time without me knowingThey melt my heart to stone..."          -Adele, "Melt My Heart to Stone"Hmmm...how can I possibly sum up the past three to four months? It's been a hell of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/5013823941225102648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/12/air-made-of-bricks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5013823941225102648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5013823941225102648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/12/air-made-of-bricks.html' title='Air Made of Bricks'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-8284784126004829535</id><published>2009-10-29T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:49:39.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowded</title><summary type='text'>First off, I don't even remember the last time that I wrote a blog; I definitely need to get back in the groove of doing so.  For the past two months, I have been through the only ups and downs--like any regular human being of course. So yeah, I quit my OL "job" for reasons that I won't mention besides me being mentally tired and, quite frankly, I was unhappy. The summer was fun and I had an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/8284784126004829535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/10/crowded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/8284784126004829535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/8284784126004829535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/10/crowded.html' title='Crowded'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-6696051762163174496</id><published>2009-08-06T03:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:15:13.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><summary type='text'>"Now it's been 3 years since we've been in loveAnd you keep doing things to show you're proud of30 beauties in the room only me you seeThe confidence you give lives in meI vow to never break your heart or never let you downFor better or worse I'll always be aroundAnd with you here to share my life, so completeIt's because of you I know how it feels to be..."                                -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/6696051762163174496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6696051762163174496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6696051762163174496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-6038438205718871713</id><published>2009-07-23T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:47:30.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By...So Fast?</title><summary type='text'>Damn, the clock is ticking at such a speedy pace. The summer is almost over; a successful summer at that.  Next week is my last session for summer orientation and it's kind of sad, but rewarding at the same time.  Who would have thought that these weeks would fly by? It seems like just a minute ago I was meeting my co-workers/friends for the first time. It's funny to see how we became so close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/6038438205718871713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-goes-byso-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6038438205718871713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6038438205718871713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-goes-byso-fast.html' title='Time Goes By...So Fast?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-5521093421347923405</id><published>2009-07-06T01:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:55:07.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Bliss</title><summary type='text'>"Hold me there Deep inside your armsStay with me one more songUntil my body's melting away, away, away"       -Ciara, "Keep Dancing On Me"It's been awhile since I've written a blog...wow that's really not good actually lol. But I guess this is the time to update on what is going on in my life at the current moment. So much to be said, so I'll try to fit in my last month of activity.So as we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/5521093421347923405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5521093421347923405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5521093421347923405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-bliss.html' title='Life is Bliss'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-3718441479165277376</id><published>2009-06-08T00:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:02:31.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What You Eat Don't Make Me Shit"</title><summary type='text'>B. Scott is a fabulous firecracker of a man. For those who do not know who B. Scott is, he is an avid video blogger who has gained fame across the worldwide web. He has even gained so much recognition that he has been recently involved in the NOH8 campaign in California to combat Proposition 8. I was put onto B. Scott awhile ago by a good friend, but recently I have regained my interest in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/3718441479165277376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-you-eat-dont-make-me-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3718441479165277376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3718441479165277376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-you-eat-dont-make-me-shit.html' title='&quot;What You Eat Don&apos;t Make Me Shit&quot;'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-1632740276284538973</id><published>2009-05-04T06:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:08:18.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, These Mornings...</title><summary type='text'>Another morning that I'm awake. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I mean really, Friday I was up from 12:15 until *gasp* approximately 11:20 am Saturday morning. Not to mention I had a performance at 8pm later on that Saturday, so what was I thinking?  What influenced me to do such a thing? Maybe it was the little bit of "Finding Nemo" that I drank for celebrating Princess' success at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/1632740276284538973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-these-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/1632740276284538973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/1632740276284538973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-these-mornings.html' title='Oh, These Mornings...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-8361663377835117253</id><published>2009-02-25T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:05:40.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day: Words</title><summary type='text'>WordsCan you imagine how words effect a person? One word can turn a whole day upside down. A few words can cause unbearable pain. A whole sentence can sometimes lead to destruction.  It's crazy because in this day and age, we should be finding words of encouragement; words that will push us forward instead of drawing us back. We as human beings need to try and live by meaningful words, not just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/8361663377835117253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-of-day-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/8361663377835117253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/8361663377835117253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-of-day-words.html' title='Thought of the Day: Words'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-7871115718672377044</id><published>2009-03-06T01:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:05:04.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backflip</title><summary type='text'>Talk about your turn of events! Just when you think that things go down hill, they tend to pick up in another way.  To start off, I totally passed my Black Psych quiz; got all of my multiple choice and true/false questions right (that's 80 points right there lol) so I just have to see how the short answer section is. All in all, I passed.  Not to mention my professor's going to be out of town </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/7871115718672377044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/backflip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/7871115718672377044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/7871115718672377044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/backflip.html' title='Backflip'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-3840857808350428830</id><published>2009-05-07T03:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:04:11.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany II</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend has dealt a strong blow on my heart. As everyone who's read my blog knows, I've been losing out on a considerable amount of sleep lately due to papers and projects and all that's in between.  The past two days, on the other hand, have dealt me some cards that were unexpected.So Monday night I was walking through the SUB (Student Union Building for the non-NP heads) to go to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/3840857808350428830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/epiphany-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3840857808350428830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3840857808350428830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/epiphany-ii.html' title='Epiphany II'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-7129180719662459792</id><published>2009-05-17T17:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:03:22.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss My Swag</title><summary type='text'>So lately I've been having a lot of discussion about this one topic: being who I am. It's all down to the clothes I wear, how I act, who I interact with, and all that jazz. I have come to a clear realization that people unfortunately look at me a certain way: family, strangers, whoever.Last night I get into the house (quite frankly minding my own business) and I had on this nice low V-neck long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/7129180719662459792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-my-swag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/7129180719662459792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/7129180719662459792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-my-swag.html' title='Kiss My Swag'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-5234129750646491820</id><published>2009-05-12T02:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:03:06.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><summary type='text'>Damn...that's all I can say right now. Just as soon as I get so close to the finish line, I feel like something causes me to trip. Right now I don't know whether I should have a vendetta with my Spanish professor, or if I should look at my English professor (or the English department rather) in a different way.Might as well start out with the good news, since that's what we like to do in life: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/5234129750646491820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5234129750646491820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5234129750646491820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-2970522551379873513</id><published>2009-03-13T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:59:49.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Grateful For...</title><summary type='text'>So my homie skillet Angel made up this little holiday called March of Gratitude. What you do is each day of March, you state what you are grateful for everywhere you can: your away messages, Facebook status, on your wall, etc. If I can say so myself, this is the most brilliant thing that I have ever heard.This month, I have realized all of the things--big and small--that take a positive effect on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/2970522551379873513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-grateful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/2970522551379873513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/2970522551379873513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-grateful-for.html' title='I Am Grateful For...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-3978200785043906824</id><published>2009-06-03T03:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:04:12.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Good It Hurts</title><summary type='text'>"Well I've met my match'Cause you're more of a manThan I've ever hadThis table's turnedAnd I can't find the wordsTo describe how good it hurts"                              -Chrisette Michele, "Mr. Right"So it's been about two months...wow that is pretty amazing. I find it crazy how you go through time without looking for love, and out of nowhere love finds you. It has been two months since me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/3978200785043906824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-good-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3978200785043906824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/3978200785043906824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-good-it-hurts.html' title='How Good It Hurts'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-371614423903607117</id><published>2009-04-30T03:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:28:39.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><summary type='text'>So the other night I'm up bored on Facebook (my usual routine when I don't want to do any form of work). I see that my friends do these little quizzes that is meant to tell you things like "What Kind of Superhero Are You?" and such.  Well I found one that I took interest in, which was "Which Fantasy Creature Are You?" and I went along with it, not expecting any results. Heck, for all I know I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/371614423903607117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/371614423903607117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/371614423903607117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-6457938091864778781</id><published>2009-04-24T06:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:48:35.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ashes: A Phoenix Update</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, it's been a considerable amount of time since I have written a blog, and might I add SO MUCH HAS GONE ON IN MY LIFE!First and foremost, the two words that sums up the theme of this semester: NO RESPECT. To clarify what this means, it's pretty much another way of saying that I've just learned to let live and let go. I guess you can say that I've become a little nonchalant with my classes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/6457938091864778781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/fire-and-ashes-phoenix-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6457938091864778781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6457938091864778781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/fire-and-ashes-phoenix-update.html' title='Fire and Ashes: A Phoenix Update'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-154789561475001403</id><published>2009-04-10T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:13:15.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Wish I Could Sing...</title><summary type='text'>"Remember those walls I built?Well baby they're tumbling downAnd they didn't even put up a fightThey didn't even make a soundI found a way to let you inBut I never really had a doubtStanding in the light of your HaloI got my angel now"-Beyonce, "Halo"                                                                                                                                           A few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/154789561475001403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-how-i-wish-i-could-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/154789561475001403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/154789561475001403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-how-i-wish-i-could-sing.html' title='Oh How I Wish I Could Sing...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-6449368668078281932</id><published>2009-03-25T04:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:21:40.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends Are The Shit, What About Yours?</title><summary type='text'>It is so hard to really find those people that you can call "friends" nowadays. Some people are fair weather friends; they come and go like the seasons. Then you have the select few friends that stick around for the long haul; the friends that you cherish, love, all that good stuff that you can definitely be honest with, laugh, talk, etc.Now I'm completely aware that most of my posts have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/6449368668078281932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friends-are-shit-what-about-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6449368668078281932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6449368668078281932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friends-are-shit-what-about-yours.html' title='My Friends Are The Shit, What About Yours?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-1606746306768735156</id><published>2009-03-29T19:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:20:49.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Lights, Long Nights</title><summary type='text'>"Boy you know I'm kinda tipsyI got all the Dolls with meYou know how them bottles get meWe gon' have some fun"                                       -The Pussycat Dolls, "Bottle Pop"You know what I love about college? I love the little experiences that you get into. With the right people in the right place, you can live the high life sometimes. This semester is proving to have some very high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/1606746306768735156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/bright-lights-long-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/1606746306768735156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/1606746306768735156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/bright-lights-long-nights.html' title='Bright Lights, Long Nights'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-932387233156977901</id><published>2009-02-25T03:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:21:04.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fire, My Ashes</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, decided to make this whole blog thing lol.  I was pretty much curious, since I'm always seeing "blogspot" this and "blogger" that, so I said "hey, why not try it?"Anywho, I guess I can use this first blog to explain what the title of my blog is.  For those who know me--especially my best friends back home--my nickname is Phoenix when I'm with my group XOXO (we got that from Gossip Girl, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/932387233156977901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fire-my-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/932387233156977901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/932387233156977901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fire-my-ashes.html' title='My Fire, My Ashes'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-5163160145314560406</id><published>2009-02-26T03:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:20:38.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying</title><summary type='text'>I'll be honest: this college life is hard.  I find myself going to sleep all hours of the morning, night, whatever you want to call it.  Some days I do the work required, other days I forget the work that I must do.  Spanish is most definitely kicking my ass.  Hell, I even S/U'd the course (long story as of what that means, but let's just say it's a step closer to me not giving a fuck.) In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/5163160145314560406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5163160145314560406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/5163160145314560406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-4703129624477210857</id><published>2009-03-02T02:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:20:12.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>Home: for me, it's a place where you feel that you're comfortable, where you can be you, where you have family.  I can comfortably say that I have two homes: New Paltz and New York City.  It's actually funny; New York City becomes less of a home to me as the days go by.  However, what reminds me that I still have a place there is not the busy streets or the flashing lights, but the friends that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/4703129624477210857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/4703129624477210857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/4703129624477210857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SauR8ptyOrI/AAAAAAAAABg/cmBidHaOzY0/s72-c/l_e9b66348a1324d83b8b032611c0c6707.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-4421283768507526050</id><published>2009-03-08T01:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:19:29.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>I am most definitely feeling the spring air.  This weekend has been, by far, the best weekend that I have had in New Paltz since Blue and Orange Weekend and my first week of school.  Friday night my friends and I went to the Kappa party and had nothing but a feel good time.  Anytime I dance I just feel free, so even though I still feel sick for some odd reason, I felt relief on the dance floor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/4421283768507526050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/4421283768507526050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/4421283768507526050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697635907209395324.post-6232495826572101056</id><published>2009-03-20T07:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:18:47.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash Into You</title><summary type='text'>"And I'm soaked in your loveAnd love is right in my path, in my graspAnd me and you belong"And me and you belong"                                 -Beyonce, "Smash Into You"                                                           It's so crazy...I haven't felt this way in forever. It's been so long that we've been friends and now that I know that there can be more, what is there to do? I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/feeds/6232495826572101056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/smash-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6232495826572101056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697635907209395324/posts/default/6232495826572101056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiremyashes.blogspot.com/2009/03/smash-into-you.html' title='Smash Into You'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10158095227625099101'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>