<?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-3238865077824769150</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:22:59.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life As A Virgin Grandmother</title><subtitle type='html'>Grandmothers forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Virgin Grandmother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08767991072092077285</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238865077824769150.post-4798859223188791067</id><published>2010-03-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:01:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>Try to live as a virgin grandmother in 2010 is neither easy nor hard. It all depends on how we choose to look at things. I acknowledge its been three years since my last post. A lot had happened. If you want to know the full story of me, you got to read my book which will be published around a decade from now. I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Back to our story, the beautiful thing about life is that it is and never will be the same for each and everyone of us. Yet we could still learn from each other. More interesting is how life could never be complete without pain and pleasure. It is a must. When these two elements goes unbalanced, chaos steps in and things happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now I'm going to describe one of the possible ways of things going wrong.  It can happen anytime anyday. Even on simple normal day of living, doing laundry, studying, eating, sleeping, helping people with errands or donations you name it. It will all start with a small uneasy feeling in the heart. A feeling that something is happening, that something is going to be wrong. One thing about this feeling, it can't be shaken off. It will stay and linger for, hours, days even weeks untill it happen. Something that most people would pray to be spared from. The worst thing that could turn out when it happen is committing suicide. Something "they" want us to do badly. The very thing that we feel the dread from the beginning. Why suicide? Some might ask. The reason is simple, the pain is too much. One thing people misunderstand most of the time is about the pain. Some people try to decode the pain as stress, frustration, weakness in spirit and many other assumptions. These assumptions are quite far from truth as far as what I am describng of is concerned. The pain that I mean is something so negative so destructive that it claimed lives. Until nextime, virgin grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238865077824769150-4798859223188791067?l=mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4798859223188791067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238865077824769150&amp;postID=4798859223188791067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/4798859223188791067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/4798859223188791067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/2010/03/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>Virgin Grandmother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08767991072092077285</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-3238865077824769150.post-3563946017919963969</id><published>2007-12-30T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:54:42.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now I will explain why I am late. Firstly because of my argument with time(as I mentioned before, time in my world have feelings). The other reasons I can't really remember. But I do remember facing national examination and travelling a lot. It is true when people say you should take a brake when you face stress but after you complete your job. Beside being forgetfull, I also find myself rambling a lot. Some of it out of sincere intention of assisting the inexperienced while most of the time out of boredom and frustration of forgetting. The only living creature that appreciate me of this unique characteristics is of course my grandson. If I do not mention this someone would be offended thus, the only human that could bear me of my irrinoying behavior is a friend of mine who recently became the grandmother of a chicken. This makes us the virgin grandmothers. I will now end my endless nonsense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all starts when my only son Latino, died of jaundice. Because I neutered my son as soon a he reached puberty, I was left unheired. A week after he died, I bought his sister Ginger. Ironic it is, as I was grieving my loss of no class street son(I'm not insulting the departed, just being honest) I'm suddenly decended by a persian. She was(she's still alive) cute,lively and intelligent, probably blurr(soon after). Lalalalala then Coco was born and I turn from a virgin mother to virgin grandmother. A very loving, sporting,strict and sometimes crazy virgin grandmother. I am not boasting myself, just being honest. Based on my experience, loving and caring is easiest parental responsibility but nurturing and educating is hardest.I will share these experiences when time and I reach peace again. Happy End Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238865077824769150-3563946017919963969?l=mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3563946017919963969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238865077824769150&amp;postID=3563946017919963969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/3563946017919963969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/3563946017919963969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/2007/12/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Virgin Grandmother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08767991072092077285</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-3238865077824769150.post-8700641128229925502</id><published>2007-11-09T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:22:04.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Now.Try.Run.Out.Dreadful.Up.Class.Tyranny.Important.Of.Name</title><content type='html'>I am a virgin grandmother. Virgin  of human, grandmother of cat.&lt;br /&gt;I acknowleged my english is not&lt;br /&gt;perfect for I am only old in the sense of character. Living as 17 going on 70, words can describe it thus the existance of this blog.&lt;br /&gt; Time in my world &lt;br /&gt;have feelings and it is very jealous right now.&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful memories will be embeded in this pageless book in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;'Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238865077824769150-8700641128229925502?l=mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8700641128229925502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238865077824769150&amp;postID=8700641128229925502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/8700641128229925502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238865077824769150/posts/default/8700641128229925502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasavirgingrandmother.blogspot.com/2007/11/inowtryrunoutdreadfulupclasstyrannyimpo.html' title='I.Now.Try.Run.Out.Dreadful.Up.Class.Tyranny.Important.Of.Name'/><author><name>Virgin Grandmother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08767991072092077285</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>
