<?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-4151175144153972354</id><updated>2011-10-01T07:15:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Chapter</title><subtitle type='html'>It's time to say GOODBYE to Little Black Girl...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleblackgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151175144153972354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Black Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381096861596401969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/kmoekl/forblogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151175144153972354.post-5592939573503938365</id><published>2011-01-03T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:36:14.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming to the end of a chapter is never easy. But circumstances had left me no other choice. The time has come and no doubt I had struggles over "this is my space!", the decision is still made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2010. It's really tough trying to describe the year. Started great because after 10 years of courtship, Kok and I decided that it was time to bring the commitment to the next level! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stress sets in as I go through my 10 weeks of TP. Lost count of the number of times I would just drive over to kok's place and break down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just as I thought everything is getting going, the second half of the year has proven itself to be much more difficult to handle. I can never forget those last moments, and it breaks my heart. It's tough because I lost so much more... A man I respected all my life, my friend, my mentor, my motivator, my direction... I lost my focus. I could never get pass a day without thinking of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Survival mode is pretty much how I will sum up... 6 months on, I think it's really time to wrap it up. I am having extremely mixed feelings towards 2011 but I guess there's really lots in store for me to discover. Hence I guess I shall wrap up in a positive light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you have not realized, this is not just the last entry for the year but also for Little Black Girl. 5 years and I think it's time to move on. Thanks for being with her. Thanks for coming by to read this entry. (Yupz, you could take this off from the list off blogs you visit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye all, you will be missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breaths away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151175144153972354-5592939573503938365?l=littleblackgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleblackgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5592939573503938365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151175144153972354/posts/default/5592939573503938365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151175144153972354/posts/default/5592939573503938365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-chapter.html' title='The end of a chapter...'/><author><name>Little Black Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381096861596401969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/kmoekl/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
