<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:13:15.633-04:00</updated><category term='Haptic'/><category term='First'/><title type='text'>Haptic Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-2257834715464538577</id><published>2009-09-23T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:55:57.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Here for Your Entertainment</title><content type='html'>I've learned a lot in the past moments that rushed within seconds and depleted within hours. People come, and people go. It's the circle. No one will last forever, no one is meant to stand as a testament to the sands of time. No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going in a million different directions. My first book was released, I've signed for the next one for next spring, the Press is finally picking up on "The Fit" which is good because it's only been out for about a week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's changing - it's evolving. I'm ready. I'm ready for the flashing lights, the lies, the love, the life I've been asking for. I've lived that life all along - but this will be on a grander scale. My life will be something that I'll be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm here for you entertainment - make your dollars, call your claim to fame, snap your photos. I've been training for 20 years. Hopefully it'll all happen - exactly how I imagine and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-2257834715464538577?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2257834715464538577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-here-for-your-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2257834715464538577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2257834715464538577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-here-for-your-entertainment.html' title='I&apos;m Not Here for Your Entertainment'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-6771381250905187631</id><published>2009-08-26T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:20:59.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mark.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.. those of you that read my blog.. and my fashion one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just become a Mark. Representative! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my boutique at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyletaylor.mymarkstore.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-6771381250905187631?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6771381250905187631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/6771381250905187631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/6771381250905187631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-mark.html' title='Meet Mark.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-3128177792855579333</id><published>2009-08-14T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:47:54.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek.. Dreams &amp; Sewing Machines..</title><content type='html'>Life is a vital state of being right? Well, if you're not happy - then life isn't what it's meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single once again. I'm happy with my decision, it was mature and rational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an extremely long time since i last wrote a post hasn't it? Maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on my book - EXTREMELY HARD. I've got a bit more work to do well.. a lot but not much. I hope to finish up a great chunk of it tomorrow on my glorious Saturday off from working. If all goes planned, another 80 pages will be done. HOPEFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming to finish by next Friday... But, I may have to push that back a little. I will be done by the end of this month, and then I'll be releasing the book soon after that. It's a crazy process though - ISBN's, Reviewing print Copies, BLAH BLAH BLAH. After I finish the book. I should have it fully ready within 10 days for release.. So Early September will be a better prediction for it's release online. Then, I'm hoping no later than November that the book will be going into bookstores! AHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Your fingers crossed for me. I'm really excited &amp; I'm hoping that everyone will love this style and fashion guide! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-3128177792855579333?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3128177792855579333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hide-and-seek-dreams-sewing-machines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3128177792855579333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3128177792855579333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hide-and-seek-dreams-sewing-machines.html' title='Hide and Seek.. Dreams &amp; Sewing Machines..'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-5516629970104752651</id><published>2009-08-07T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:27:58.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>Well, my life has been going crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working, of course, and working on some things of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be releasing my first book by the end of this month... CRAZYYYYY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely excited that I've put so much work into creating a book - and I assure you that it will be the first of many throughout my lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for a great book about self style and fashion check out my book.. I'll have a link on here when it's released!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-5516629970104752651?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5516629970104752651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/5516629970104752651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/5516629970104752651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Life'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-6087384992248150199</id><published>2009-07-23T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:58:57.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Life - You're Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't written on here in a while - and I was going so strong in posting things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I taking so long to write new blog entries? Well, I'm working on a lot of different things. A lot of exciting things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm completely in love with Alex. He's everything I've ever wanted in a partner, and I'm so completely happy that I've found him and that he loves me as much as I love him. I'm completely ecstatic to move up to Annapolis in the fall. It's going to be difficult because I need to save a lot of money... and I have to take a precalc class at the community college around here.. But, I'll figure it all out! I'm moving - as long as I have enough money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a book! And it should be out by the end of August. I'm completely excited about it. It's going to be somewhat of a personal style guide for people. I'm going to cover everything I tell people everyday when I'm asked fashion questions. I've had a lot of people tell me that I just need to write a book... SO I AM! It'll be available in two formats - an eBook for your computer, iPod Touch, and iPhone! AND the second format will be an actual print copy of the book. I'll have the links up to where you can purchase the book. AND I HOPE YOU ALL PURCHASE IT!!!! =] I promise it won't be expensive. The eBook will be cheaper than the print of course - But if you know me - I'll sign the print version for you when you get it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life - it's beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-6087384992248150199?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6087384992248150199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-life-youre-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/6087384992248150199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/6087384992248150199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-life-youre-beautiful.html' title='Oh, Life - You&apos;re Beautiful.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-125544717728759019</id><published>2009-07-09T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:09:15.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SlYWGPhG25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/E-Ao_ps5F58/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SlYWGPhG25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/E-Ao_ps5F58/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356493103304203154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's a crazy thing.. something that can take hold of you so strongly that it wraps you in this blanket of security and, well.. magic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is truly like magic. It can make so many different things manifest, and it truly is the compass in my life. I know that can be foolish, but why exactly? I can't think of a reason, I've just heard it told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is the light on the front porch guiding you home. Passion is the car that drives you to where you want to be. Alex is the guy that makes everything right in a world of madness and chaos. He truly is the one, that perfect 10, the one that I'll say to everyone how amazing he is... and he makes the girls at my work coo over him with their hands under their chins.. hahaha. (so funny to watch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. He's perfect. I've been waiting all my life for him. Someone on my level, strives to where I want to be, wants the same life as I do. Someone strong, caring, sweet, passionate, creative, simply AMAZINGGGGG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. I'm at a complete loss for words. The only thing i can say is "Here I come Annapolis!", "Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this." oh.. and I love you Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-125544717728759019?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/125544717728759019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-like-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/125544717728759019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/125544717728759019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-like-this.html' title='A Moment Like This'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SlYWGPhG25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/E-Ao_ps5F58/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-3455219297309812195</id><published>2009-07-03T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:02:03.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was amazing. There is no other way to say it but in those direct and distinct words. I've never felt more comfortable and more alive than I did yesterday. It was a day of inhibitions to the wind so to speak, yet a reality of my future became evident throughout my experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to Annapolis before. And I adore it. The way everything is set up is so turn of the century with little cafes and boutiques lining the streets of the downtown historic district.  I also loved how people acted. Oh and the fact that they were carrying thier dogs or walking them right into the stores. That made me happy since I have a little dog and I don't really like leaving her at home, so the option of taking her into a store with me really excited me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were amazing. I met so many. And everyone was so nice to me. Another thing that I loved was how driven to succeed the younger population is. They all come from prominent and wealthy families, yet they don't sit on their parents bank accouts. They are out making lives for themselves which really impressed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tour guide for the area, Alex, couldn't have been better ;) I truly have never had a better time before than I had with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm loving everything in Annapolis. Everything. Maybe I'll move up there. Start a new life. Enter te social circles. And thrive before it's necessary to move to NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/374.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_374.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-3455219297309812195?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3455219297309812195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/whole-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3455219297309812195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3455219297309812195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-4059243740762253473</id><published>2009-06-30T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:58:28.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Smell the Flowers</title><content type='html'>I'm learning as we go along through this world that we move to fast. 20 years have flown by for me and my family. It's hard to believe that I couldn't wait to be this old and now I reflect back on it all and see that 1/5th of my life has already passed by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well who knows. Half of my life may have already concluded. In this time in reflection I've realized how precious time truly is. I've learned that we need to take chances and go out on a limb or we're never going to truly live. We have to face the world in all of it's absurbities and know we're going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to stop. And smell the flowers. That's one of life's many detours that asks us to slow down and not go too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/06/30/95.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/06/30/s_95.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-4059243740762253473?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4059243740762253473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-smell-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/4059243740762253473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/4059243740762253473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-smell-flowers.html' title='Stop &amp;amp; Smell the Flowers'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-2859498243932525061</id><published>2009-06-29T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:34:05.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No day but Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My life has always taken some interesting twists and turns. From surgeries, heartbreaks, and losses, to gains, and to surviving some horrific events. I've learned alot in the proceses that have been creating and manifesting within my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to an amazing person that I feel truly understands me and wants the same things in life that I do. They are driven, goal oriented, passionate, perserveering, and truly inspirational. All things do happen for a reason. I'm excited to find out this greater reason.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always know who I wanted to be. I've always known where I have wanted to live. I've never known who I've wanted to love. I've always tried to help fatei feel along the way to guide me to where I want to be but at times I've learned that we need to let go  and let life drive us like cattle in an open meadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we need to enjoy the moments we have and capture then in our hearts more than anywhere else. Today is a day that lives on in the hearts of many for thousands of different reasons. So capture it. Through a simple photo. In a laugh. And in waking hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/06/29/168.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/06/29/s_168.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-2859498243932525061?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2859498243932525061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-day-but-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2859498243932525061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2859498243932525061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-day-but-today.html' title='No day but Today.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-7143391010861774658</id><published>2009-06-29T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:14:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone. Yes please.</title><content type='html'>Well I've made that shift. The trend setting iPhone has taken the world by storm... And mine. I couldn't resist it anymore as well at the rising prices that prick verizon is serving up. I'd much rather pay 89 a month for an amazing phone than pay 130 for a blackberry storm that's just as tempermental as vzw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? Well after vzw refused to honor their policy then i paid the screwballs off and ended my contract by porting my number over to AT&amp;T and got my iPhone from best buy. 3G white 16gb. Me likey.  I like it thus far. Plus I used my iPod touch more that my blackberry. I only used that thinng to text which was horribly slow and I had to pull the battery out of it everyday which took 5 minutes to restart itself. Not fun. Especially if I had an emergency and the phone freezes when I need to make an important call. Sucky sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all I'm glad that I made the change. Plus I can blog straight from my iPhone now. My laptop may become a thing of the past. I'm also happy because now I can fashion blog too. I'll take some juicy photos and I can post them automatically to my blog now allowing myself, my blog, my fashion site, and my future flurish all with the most amazing creation ever. The iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-7143391010861774658?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7143391010861774658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/iphone-yes-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7143391010861774658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7143391010861774658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/iphone-yes-please.html' title='iPhone. Yes please.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-8729563264173552462</id><published>2009-06-26T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:16:20.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>I've thought about this a lot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cost of fame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the costs? Well here's a list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust issues &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Security &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a much longer list of things... but I start typing and the words fail to surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I writing about this.. so little about this. Well my dream has always been to become an actor. I signed with an agency on my 20th birthday.. but left because it didn't seem legit in ways. Now with more things on the horizons, I've really had to face the reality that in a year or so I may no longer be here on my tiny island where everyone knows my name. Instead I could be in NYC or LA where no one knows my name... or where they are just learning it at a rapid pace. Who knows what will become of me.. but I'm going to take you along on the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headshots soon, then resume printing, then USPS to NYC agencies. Luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-8729563264173552462?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8729563264173552462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/8729563264173552462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/8729563264173552462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-2035488085835373971</id><published>2009-06-25T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:00:40.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Die will be an Awfully Big Adventure..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well the entertainment world lost some sparkle today with the death of two of the largest icons in human popculture history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farrah Fawcett &amp;amp; Michael Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the original "Charlie's Angels" and the undeniable "King of Pop". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm somewhat at a loss for words. I had no clue that this had happened. I took a nap because my head started hurting, and woke up to find my television (set to MTV) playing everything MJ. I thought to myself... umm isn't The Real World on at this time... (I had looked at the Direct TV Guide) and it made no sense.. Then I learned of his death. MADNESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farrah on the other hand, I had no clue about untill I researched MJ on Google to find that the "Angel" has finally filled her manifest destiny and has truly become and Angel. After a strong and courageous battle with cancer, three years of her hard work finally paid off in a peaceful way of allowing her to no longer be in pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is completely crazy to me, two of the biggest icons ever are taken on the same day. Fate? I believe so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I know... "To Die will be an Awfully Big Adventure.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-2035488085835373971?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2035488085835373971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-die-will-be-awfully-big-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2035488085835373971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2035488085835373971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-die-will-be-awfully-big-adventure.html' title='&quot;To Die will be an Awfully Big Adventure...&quot;'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-7914731951690861252</id><published>2009-06-15T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:39:36.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Searching</title><content type='html'>I'm my own personal buyer... for my personal wardrobe and also for my store. It can become rather hectic at times because I know that there are pieces out there that I would love to own, and that others would like to own as well. The only problem is trying to locate these wonderous pieces so I can purchase them and add them to my style. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm constantly searching for something to upgrade my life in any direction. I love new things, but that doesn't make me self centered are anything of the such. I'm just one that deals with change rather well.. to the point that I can stop caring in a matter of hours. Believe me, it's come in handy within the past month or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to steady search for that one piece that is the perfect fit. For me, and my life... What's going to be the right fit... and who's going to be my supplier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-7914731951690861252?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7914731951690861252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-searching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7914731951690861252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7914731951690861252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-searching.html' title='Fashion Searching'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-4405225058694515122</id><published>2009-06-12T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:08:44.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Play</title><content type='html'>The Players Guide:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneak in right after something bad has happened to the person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manipulate the victim in believing everything is thier fault &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lead them on with flirty banter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make themself the victim and play to that accord &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give backhanded comments that will completely confuse the victim &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh - And more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been learning all about the players. One in particular has been trying extremely hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's disgusting to think that someone prides themself on playing people just to get what they want. Some people are so bent on making other feel bad about themselves that players are in some sense an emotional bully, they should be seen as no different. It saddens me that you invest so much into people.. and all they do is play with your emotions to a point that they in the end make you feel bad for finally cutting them loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's extremely difficult to wrap my head around all of this... but in the end.. I guess there is nothing that anyone can do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-4405225058694515122?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4405225058694515122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/4405225058694515122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/4405225058694515122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-play.html' title='How to Play'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-3144254350069691670</id><published>2009-06-12T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:09:32.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>I've found that I've lost something.. How ironic... to "find" that you have "lost" something. Such a play on words that the first won't happen until the second is no longer valid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's true... I've lost something.. I've lost a lot of things. From toys that I can remember so vividly from my childhood, to family members, to friends, to relationships that should have never ended.  Yet, I always revert back to saying that things happen for a reason, and that these things lead us on a path to where we're suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may not exactly like what's happening right at this moment, but we'll love where we are in the end if we keep an open heart, an open mind. It's hard to think about that when you're in the present moment. I sit here and think of love lost, and memories that weren't made - but should have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying desperately to reengage with those that I've lost. One of an old relationship, and one of a possible relationship that ended with a tearful drive home. Neither have contacted me back, one I know will not because that person has completely moved on and is now happy with someone else, the other.. I'm just not sure. I hope he reads this though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe... Just Maybe he'll read this. On the other hand... Things happen for a reason, no matter how painful they may be at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-3144254350069691670?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3144254350069691670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3144254350069691670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3144254350069691670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-244683801025002865</id><published>2009-06-11T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:47:31.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Prep</title><content type='html'>If you have the Bravo Network, then maybe you're hooked on it's array of shows.. I know I am. Now, Bravo has taken it one step farther, instead of exploiting the housewives of some city, their now moving on to the children of the rich in New York City. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NYC Prep" is a  new series on Bravo following the lives of NYC Prep school KIDS. Yes, Kids. Children. Mini Adults, Young Adults? I'm not really sure how to categorize them. They act like adults, look like adults, some live on their own, and they're 15 and 16 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's take a look a little deeper at the cast of NYC Prep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got Jessie. She seems like a nice girl bent on trying to fix the issues of these other kids. More like the mom of the bunch in a way, because she seems to be the most mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the opposite end, there's PC. One of his first statements includes how everyone strives to be an asshole and flaunt their money. After this preview, he's obviously striving to be just that with his cocky, arrogant attitude. Oh and his 16 year old statement of "I need a Drink" - No. You need a babysitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Sebastian. He's the "Player" constantly flipping and playing with his hair, flicking his head around like he's having a seizure, and sticking his lower jaw out cockily while talking to girls. I think maybe.. Just maybe.. He may be very genuine.. well at least he's honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camille... let's just say very structured. She has everything planned out completely to every exent on every age bracket. Striving to go to Harvard, own a genetics business of sorts and even planning her age at which she will be married and the sex of her children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelli well she's just own her own. She lives in the city by herself... well her parents live in the Hamptons - oh and visit once a week? I could deal with that. Kelli also seems extremely mature, and she's 17 so I'll give her credit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we have Taylor. The young 15 year old which isn't a prep school kid. She's somewhat of a mediator between the public school kids and the prep school kids. She seems a bit more real, and she's in a magnet school... so close enough to prep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The preview for the show has aired a few times, but the series won't fully come into play until a few weeks after the reunion for The Real Housewives: New Jersey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's going to be pretty interesting... mini adults in highschool dealing with stress of their parents, their peers, and the big city. Yes, very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-244683801025002865?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/244683801025002865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyc-prep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/244683801025002865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/244683801025002865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyc-prep.html' title='NYC Prep'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-3149886678491336168</id><published>2009-06-11T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:35:57.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me Up.</title><content type='html'>Some days, are just days when you feel at your worst. You sit and think about the same things over and over again until they completely take you over in ever sense, and then you are bound by your own accord. It's as if you've been placed in a straight-jacket of emotions and you've not quite figured out your magician moves to escape before you drown in a giant glass box filled with water. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are days that I dislike the most, yesterday was one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know how drama filled my life is, and it's not as if I create the drama - more like it follows me. How superficial. But it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those days let you know that you're alive. That you haven't gone completely cold, and there are people that are around that want to pull you out of that giant water filled glass box. Yesterday, I had two saviours - a childhood friend &amp;amp; a friend of this year. The essence that these two posses completely baffles me in ways that are unexplainable... but it turly makes me feel worth while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long day. I'm glad it's over, and I'm glad I had someone that stayed up and talked to me until 3 in the morning until I fell asleep.. That's when someone truly cares for you. Not because they'll stay up for you, but because they are giving up their time to make sure that you're ok... That's a winner - that's a true friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-3149886678491336168?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3149886678491336168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pick-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3149886678491336168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/3149886678491336168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pick-me-up.html' title='Pick Me Up.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-2732420135328117392</id><published>2009-06-11T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:17:28.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Learn as I go..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are moments in our lives where we think "How ******* stupid am I?" and "Why did I do that?" Those are questions that everyone asks themselves at some point. I've learned though at these moments, we should not regret, and that they happen for a reason to help guide us to where we're suppose to go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made some stupid mistakes. I'll be the first to tell you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fall too quick &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laugh too much &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in the good &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make wrong decisions &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't guard my heart well &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm taken advantage of often &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not ashamed of my life, the things I've been through, the good, and the bad... it's what makes me. No one should ever think they did something completely wrong when emotions take control... unless its something horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live the life you've been given, and learn to love the people that are trying their hardest to make their way in your life. When you need to - let some go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always keep your head held high, everything will work out for the best. Sometimes you've just got to have a little faith in something more, and let fate and faith steer you in the right direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-2732420135328117392?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2732420135328117392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-learn-as-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2732420135328117392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2732420135328117392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-learn-as-i-go.html' title='I&apos;ll Learn as I go..'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-2327101193295009078</id><published>2009-06-10T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:08:06.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He was Loved.</title><content type='html'>"This ain't Hollywood, this is a Small Town.&lt;div&gt;I was a Dreamer before you went and let me down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never thought that I would come to this and realize that life is not perfect. People are going to faulter at times, and when they do you'll have to take a view from the other side of the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've learned this through experience. Recently. The things that can hurt you the most are the smallest things that you never would have expected to hurt. Such as well.. white lies, and things of the sort. I know you're thinking - "Lies hurt!" yes they do, I'm not saying that they don't but when you take a look from the perspective of the person telling the lie, and exactly why they are doing that then you may just learn a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've learned that I live in a small town, and that this is not Hollywood by a longshot. I want the silverscreen romance, I like the good drama that comes in my life that creates the essence of life in it's rarest form, and I like imagining how things could happen in a multitude of scenarios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post has completely transitioned into nothing but something at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to live life to the fullest, and leave life in the most dramatic way possible (that's the only befitting way for my life), the last thing that I want to think is "I'm loved" and the last thing that I want to be said about myself is - "He was loved." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-2327101193295009078?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2327101193295009078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2327101193295009078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/2327101193295009078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-loved.html' title='He was Loved.'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648581277058140775.post-7489019677370481341</id><published>2009-06-10T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:36:27.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haptic'/><title type='text'>Haptic Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The days of summer start to glisten on the foreheads of those walking the streets of this downtown artisan fishing village called Chincoteague. With the change of season, or more like transition of temperature, I've found the time to look back on the year thus far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With half of 2009 passing us on the wings of station wagons strapped down with suitcases, I see a lot of my life in those suitcases. Packed away, tied down, and traveling with destination unkown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tell my friends, those that I have left, that my life should be captured by an MTV show. It's dramatic, fast paced, overwhelming, and at the end of each day - I sit thinking exactly what tomorrow will throw at me. With that said I love my life. I love the days when my puppy licks my face in the morning to wake me up, I love the text messages &amp;amp; bbm's that I recieve throughout the day, I love exploring the life that I've been given, and I love the tears that fall on my shirt on the days when I feel that someone has broken my heart. When I make a bad decision, when I flub up on something that I shouldn't have, when I let someone go because I'm impatient - I look back with love, falsified regret, and hope that those people would one day re-enter my life like a dramatic episode on my fabled MTV series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm laying on the floor, I'm thinking about what I've done. That I've been so focused on love, that I've lost life. I want to find love, and have that last missing piece fall into play... hopefully with one that I've had to let go either in regret or without choice - one can only tell. The truth is, I'm here waiting for my world to complete itself, when sometimes we have to take things in our own hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost love, and I have lost life. Through this blog I hope to find both again. Haptic is to touch, so with this I hope - To Touch Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648581277058140775-7489019677370481341?l=hapticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7489019677370481341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/haptic-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7489019677370481341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648581277058140775/posts/default/7489019677370481341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapticlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/haptic-life.html' title='Haptic Life'/><author><name>The Image</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TJ5UaQrNo0/SjA3q15L3MI/AAAAAAAAABs/36J1t0IQdP0/S220/897549854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
