<?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-1901486527158757407</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:28:03.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Red.</title><subtitle type='html'>Typical Aquarius. Friends. Music. Drinking. Fashion. Opinion. Fellas. Bellas and all the scenes in-between. Melbourne Australia Original.1984 Los Angeles, California 2009. Intern.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-2260454343739151193</id><published>2010-01-27T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:24:56.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-2260454343739151193?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/2260454343739151193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2010/01/shades-of-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/2260454343739151193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/2260454343739151193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2010/01/shades-of-gray.html' title=''/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-204160880885421975</id><published>2010-01-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:42:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnf5mAoiVRw/S2D5maC15tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EunxJ_1OBD4/s1600-h/Floral+Crinkle+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431615588830406354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnf5mAoiVRw/S2D5maC15tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EunxJ_1OBD4/s320/Floral+Crinkle+Dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I am at right now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-204160880885421975?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/204160880885421975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-am-at-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/204160880885421975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/204160880885421975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-am-at-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnf5mAoiVRw/S2D5maC15tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EunxJ_1OBD4/s72-c/Floral+Crinkle+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-3755667479252805197</id><published>2009-07-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:47:08.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the biggest lessons I can re-learn daily is never stress about the things you can not change. Life is a continual lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have you learned? Who are you now? Where are you going? And does this lesson come with you from the school of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that negative feeling and generate it into electricity that stimulates change in future behavior.  No-one is looking at you but yourself. Do what you need to do to be able to stand in the mirror and smile back when you have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are nothing but two lanes of choice. To another choice. So chose your lane with certainty to your heart and soul.  And when you make a decision that you could look back on and say, maybe I could have go another way. Just know that even though the roads may vary the destination is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is a journey of you. How can you ever not want any one day in your life. It is such a privilege to live, everyday. A blessing of momentous glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can only ever be my happiest because I have endured moments to true and complete sadness. For sun is not bright without the gloom. Black is not black without the inversion of what. To know one thing we need to know the exact opposite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am sad I always ask myself what I have learned.  As people we have tendencies to moan after an event that has been to our dissatisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that moaning is a valid stage in any recouping of situation to which we intrinsically react negatively too.  So moan, for a minute. Cry even. Let it out. Re-boot. Breath and find your control in that breath of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t like this. I don’t like how it makes me feel. What do I need to do make myself feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;What did you say in response?  Whatever it is you need to do, your answer is inside of you.  But take with advice; moaning is pointless. It is but an indulgence of self pity and gratuitous displacement of time better spent on facets in your life that are positive and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moan. I breath. I reboot. I am moving towards a day with no moaning. It is close. For life is love, and love is light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loukia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-3755667479252805197?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/3755667479252805197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-biggest-lessons-i-can-re-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/3755667479252805197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/3755667479252805197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-biggest-lessons-i-can-re-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-7657925446217122699</id><published>2009-07-24T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:53:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HOT LADIES HIT LIST</title><content type='html'>Leighton Meester -Leigh- if you were a yellow canary you could charm your way out of kitty's mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Gyllanhaul - You are the most understated beauty.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily &amp;amp; Maria Kyriacou - My sister are two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Emily's nose; sculpted to perfection. Immaculate naturally straight teeth and porceline skin like silk.&lt;br /&gt;Maria; your cheek bones, decollage and smile are devine. I think of you I think Grace Kelly.Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I am most jealous of my sisters.  They both have these amazing blue eyes and gap between their front two teeth.  How do I even belong to your pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep - You are eternal. You beauty for your art makes you an endless caption in motion. It radiates from within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla Belle - You make me jealous. How were you even created! God is gracious to share you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma Ward. You are the most beautiful ALien I have ever seen. Do you post home often about our human happening? Are you and Nicole Kidman from the same planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooey Deschanel - I have always wanted to be your type. Kooky, mysterious and Stunning. Bless you for giving me inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-7657925446217122699?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/7657925446217122699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hot-ladies-hit-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/7657925446217122699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/7657925446217122699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hot-ladies-hit-list.html' title='MY HOT LADIES HIT LIST'/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-3120001841213495251</id><published>2009-07-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:35:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To live is to give life. To yourself, to those around you to the person you want to be. Every day I am confronted with a new challenge. Whether it is of a stranger's smile or an awkward moment with a familiar person. We are here to learn. As Peter Drecker teaches we are every day learners. For a man who passed in his late 90s to never believe he knew it all is the most refreshing concept I could adapt into my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live with our own philosophies but one I hope we all share in common is that we want to be good people and do good unto others. So why does it seem that this concept is such a strange one for some people to expel in their every day happenings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that knowledge is the greatest power. Know what  you don't like, don't dislike it because it is unto anything you have every known. Be your own teacher and learn to open up to what ever is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my proudest moments was realising that I know very little. With this adaption into the way I look out of myself I found such a freedom in the excitment of everything I could learn, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sayings are old but they are simple. Don't judge a book by its cover for it gets a new one depending on which house is publishing it. Don't say anything if you have nothing nice to say, the fact is you look mean doing it. And listen. To my dear friend Maggie Green....you were my biggest teacher to make me listen. For I am a girl who has much to say, but then so much to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was right all along.  I never listen. But I am listening now Dad. So thanks.  For a man who, I thought, posed so many walls in my development over my life, he was the one who openned the most doors for me. His patience is a present form him which I aspire to.  For the people who pushed back you let them push.....the operative word is LET THEM. But you didn't retaliate based on their actions. You choose your own and now I learn to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To choose who I want around me, who I let upset me, who I will not make me retaliate in a way which doesn't correlate with my spirit, my beliefs or my choice of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do as you wish to me. For I am unaffected. Say as you choose, for your words float in the universe with the only connection being from your articulation of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live is to give life. I choose not to give life to anything that is negative, nasty or polluting.  So push me, I will not push back! That is your war and a battle that you will loose. For if there is no enemy there is no fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;Loukia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-3120001841213495251?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/3120001841213495251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-live-is-to-give-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/3120001841213495251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/3120001841213495251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-live-is-to-give-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901486527158757407.post-6672774998099610607</id><published>2009-02-14T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:44:24.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a recovery</title><content type='html'>Ok, when I'm out till 6 in the morning I shouldn't assume that I'll be feeling 'neat' (thanks for the revival Anni Hall) when i beligerantly open my eyes some 5 hours later.  Pretty good effort hey, 5 hours later.  So where was I? I was at an ENGAGEMENT PARTY! So? You say, big deal. Well ah ha, yeah it is. I'm officially in the age group where my friends are getting engaged and its freaking me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901486527158757407-6672774998099610607?l=walkonred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/feeds/6672774998099610607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-recovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/6672774998099610607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901486527158757407/posts/default/6672774998099610607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonred.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-recovery.html' title='What a recovery'/><author><name>Loukia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696788748644642991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
