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<title><![CDATA[Whatever Helps You Sleep At Night]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/you-fought-you-loved-you-lost/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 15:53:51 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[We’re human. We make mistakes. We mis-estimate, we call it wrong. But when a surgeon makes a bad jud]]></description>
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<p><em>We’re human. We make mistakes. We mis-estimate, we call it wrong. But when a surgeon makes a bad judgement call it’s not as simple. People get hurt, they bleed. So we struggle over every stitch, we agonize &#8230; over every suture. Because the snap judgements, the ones that come to us quickly and easily without hesitation, they’re the ones that haunt us forever.</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Not Choosing To Is A Choice]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/not-choosing-to-is-a-choice/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 16:51:49 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[We enter the world alone and we leave it alone and everything that happens in between we owe it to o]]></description>
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<em>We enter the world alone and we leave it alone and everything that happens in between we owe it to ourselves to find a little company. We need help, we need support, otherwise we are in it by ourselves. Strangers, cut off from each other, and we forget, just how connected we all are. So instead, we choose love, we choose life, and, for a moment, we feel just a little bit less alone. </em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[You Know I Wanted To Stay]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/you-know-i-wanted-to-stay/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 16:34:27 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Alex: Izz&#8230; I won! Izzie: Hey. What time is it? Alex: Yang. She picked me for the solo surgery.]]></description>
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<strong>Alex</strong>: Izz&#8230; I won!<br />
<strong>Izzie</strong>: Hey. What time is it?<br />
<strong>Alex</strong>: Yang. She picked me for the solo surgery.<br />
<strong>Izzie</strong>: She did? That&#8217;s amazing.<br />
<strong>Alex</strong>: I love you!<br />
<strong>Izzie</strong>: What?<br />
<strong>Alex</strong>: I love you! I frickin&#8217; love you. I just got the solo surgery and the first thing I did was look for you. And you weren&#8217;t there. You&#8217;re never there anymore. And I was thinking about it and I think it might be because you love me too. And because you&#8217;re scared of that. And because I&#8230; I screwed it up last time, and because&#8230; Denny died, and-<br />
<strong>Izzie</strong>: Alex&#8230;<br />
<strong>Alex</strong>: Look, just listen. You had that heart patient and it reminded you of Denny and how bad you felt when you were lying on that bathroom floor. I get that! I get that you&#8217;re scared. But you&#8217;re not going to have to feel like that again. Because I&#8217;m not going to die, Izz. And I&#8217;m not gonna cheat on you, and I&#8217;m not gonna go anywhere! &#8216;Cause, I think you&#8217;re my best shot at&#8230; I think that with you&#8230; you make me better. You make me wanna <em>be</em> better. You make me want to be good. And I think I can. With you. I think I can. So I&#8217;m not going anywhere, and you can stop hiding. And if you wanna be scared that&#8217;s okay just be scared with me. Be scared while you scrub in with me on my first solo surgery. Okay?<br />
<strong>Izzie</strong>: You love me.<br />
<strong>Alex</strong>: Shut up. <em>(kisses her then leaves)</em> Solo surgery.<br />
<strong>Denny</strong> <em>(to Izzie)</em>: I&#8217;m really starting to not like that guy.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[In The Midnight Hour]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/in-the-midnight-hour/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 15:52:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&nbsp; (Meredith voice over) When you&#8217;re little, night time is scary because there are monster]]></description>
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<p>&#160;</p>
<p>(Meredith voice over) <em>When you&#8217;re little, night time is scary because there are monsters hiding right under the bed. When you get older, the monsters, are different&#8230; self doubt, loneliness, regret&#8230; and though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself scared of the dark.</em></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>Karev: <em>Stop. If you don&#8217;t want to be with me, if this is too much for you right now, it&#8217;s okay. But you&#8217;re gonna have to break up with me &#8217;cause I&#8217;m not going anywhere. I can handle this mess. It&#8217;s up to you.</em></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p><em>Sleep. It&#8217;s the easiest thing to do. You just&#8230; close your eyes. But for so many of us, sleep seems out of our grasp. We want it, but, we don&#8217;t know how to get it. But once we face our demons, face our fears, and turn to each other for help, night time is not so scary, because we realize, we are not all alone in the dark. </em></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
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<title><![CDATA[What To]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/what-to/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed— because this is like that moment in the morning when you first w]]></description>
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<em>I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed— because this is like that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you’re still half asleep and everything seems— things are possible, dreams still true. And for that one moment between waking and sleeping anything can be real. And then you open your eyes and the sun hits you and— and you realize that— I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed.</em></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>In the Midnight Hour</p>
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<title><![CDATA[I Knew She Was Jealous From The Start]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/i-knew-she-was-jealous-from-the-start/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:28:39 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends. In the Midnight Hour]]></description>
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<p>&#8216;Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends.</p>
<p>In the Midnight Hour</p>
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<title><![CDATA[These Ties That Bond]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/these-ties-that-bond/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 12:13:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The ties that bind us are sometimes impossible to explain. They connect us even after it seem]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>&#8220;The ties that bind us are sometimes impossible to explain. They connect us even after it seems like the ties should be broken. Some bonds defy distance and time and logic; Because some ties are simply… meant to be.”</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Waiting Is Always the Hardest Part]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/waiting-is-always-the-hardest-part/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 10:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re born,  we live,  we die.  Sometimes not necessarily in that order.  We put things to res]]></description>
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<em>We&#8217;re born,  we live,  we die.  Sometimes not necessarily<br />
in that order.  We put things to rest only to have them rise<br />
up again.  So if death is  not  the  end, what can we count<br />
on anymore? Because you sure can&#8217;t count on anything in<br />
life.  Life is the most  fragile, unstable, unpredictable thing<br />
there is.  In fact there is  only  one  thing in life we can be<br />
sure of. It ain&#8217;t over &#8217;til it&#8217;s over. </em></p>
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<p>Season 5 &#124; Rise Up</p>
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<title><![CDATA[21's Stigma]]></title>
<link>http://ninacurly.wordpress.com/2011/06/26/21s-stigma/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 08:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ninacurly</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&nbsp; &nbsp; MORNING FACE Julius: All I ever wanted was to be with you All I ever wanted was to see]]></description>
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<p>&#160;</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>MORNING FACE</p>
<p>Julius:<br />
All I ever wanted was to be with you<br />
All I ever wanted was to see this through<br />
Never thought I’d see you out with someone new<br />
So soon<br />
Saab:<br />
All you ever wanted was to be with me<br />
But it takes a little more than love, you see?<br />
Never thought I’d let you go so easily<br />
It’s true<br />
Julius:<br />
Oh baby sometimes you drive me crazy<br />
Oh girl, you know I’ll never let you go</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>For cuddling during rainy days.</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>from <a href="http://www.isabellamagalona.com/">Saab Magalona</a></p>
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