<?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-3843035095402631348</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:15:09.919-08:00</updated><category term='technology'/><category term='on the news'/><category term='personal'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='news'/><category term='photography'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='politics'/><category term='internet'/><category term='death'/><category term='writings'/><category term='religion'/><category term='economy'/><category term='shop'/><category term='how to'/><category term='events'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Kiki's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>pick her brain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6866878758914514600</id><published>2010-12-21T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T03:30:28.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Heads to Wordpress</title><content type='html'>This account has been left abandoned for so long now. I've struggled a bit on how to deactivate my blogspot account and gave up, but after so many people personally told me on how well I write, I decided to keep it up. You never know. I could die tomorrow in a car accident and you might want to look back into my posts ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I have a new blog out. After much hesitation, I realized how good WordPress is. Blogspot is old school -- like Xanga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog is &lt;a href="http://kikikho.wordpress.com/"&gt;kikikho.wordpress.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;. Come check it out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-6866878758914514600?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6866878758914514600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6866878758914514600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6866878758914514600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6866878758914514600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/12/turning-heads-to-wordpress.html' title='Turning Heads to Wordpress'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-5902224641261007494</id><published>2010-07-30T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:09:48.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Just letting you know I'm still alive..I've been active on my Youtube account..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to http://www.youtube.com/swtxwishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-5902224641261007494?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/5902224641261007494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=5902224641261007494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5902224641261007494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5902224641261007494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-900266064795575734</id><published>2010-05-09T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:10:20.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>My rationale for supporting Arizona Immigration Law SB1070</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Before you judge, I am not racist. I have friends coming from all different backgrounds and I view each and every person equally. I am FOR immigration, not AGAINST. But when you consider the legality status, I am for LEGAL immigration and against ILLEGAL immigration. I will be as specific and detailed as possible and talk to the ignorant people like little kids to explain my views before any person whines and says, “We are a country of immigrants.” I don’t want to hear that BS because I DO know that we are a country of immigrants. In the following text, I will put the words LEGAL and ILLEGAL in all caps to emphasize what I can’t emphasize enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a family born in the Philippines. It’s a 3rd world country, and it’s not easy going to a wonderful country of the United States especially from there. I appreciate my parents wholeheartedly for working hard getting themselves, me and my sister to LEGALLY enter the United States. We are all naturalized U.S. citizens and even voted in the last election. Though this may be irrelevant, I now regret voting for Obama, but it would have made no difference in the turnout if I voted for McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the hundreds and thousands, possibly millions of ILLEGAL immigrants that sneak into our country every year, why do they do it? You know, there are LEGAL channels. I show no amnesty to those who are lazy and refuse to work hard for a green card. If they want to stay in the great country like the U.S. how about they work hard, get a green card, become citizens and PAY taxes like the rest of us. I understand they want a better life, but good grief! That doesn’t mean you can go off and do something ILLEGAL! It drives me insane when I see people (particularly liberals) who are okay with ILLEGAL immigration, not to mention the ILLEGAL immigrants themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGAL individuals in the country PAY taxes – a fraction of that money are used as benefits to PROVIDE for ILLEGAL immigrants. Wait, let me get this straight. You are given BENEFITS for committing a CRIME - a crime of entering the United States ILLEGALLY. Let me say this again. You can be a CRIMINAL, and STILL get benefits for being one. Am I missing something here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rationalize to the ignorant people out there on why entering the country ILLEGALLY makes you a CRIMINAL by giving you a list of definitions referenced from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=10150173197145074&amp;amp;h=132ae077ea248d155f3092dc4257e6aa&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefreedictionary.com" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://www.thefreedictionary.com"&gt;a source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;illegal&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ɪˈliːgəl]&lt;br /&gt;adj&lt;br /&gt;1. forbidden by law; unlawful; illicit&lt;br /&gt;2. unauthorized or prohibited by a code of official or accepted rules&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;a person who has entered or attempted to enter a country illegally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crime&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(kr m)&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. An act committed or omitted in violation of a law forbidding or commanding it and for which punishment is imposed upon conviction.&lt;br /&gt;2. Unlawful activity: statistics relating to violent crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crim•i•nal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;(kr m -n l)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;1. Of, involving, or having the nature of crime: criminal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;2. Relating to the administration of penal law.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;a. Guilty of crime.&lt;br /&gt;b. Characteristic of a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definitions I have listed PROVE that ILLEGAL immigrants are in fact, CRIMINALS. Let me say that again. If you enter the country ILLEGALLY, YOU ARE A CRIMINAL. C-R-I-M-I-N-A-L! For every second you stay on United States’ soil, you are committing a CRIME! If you think otherwise, you’re probably angry because what I am saying is 100% correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the SB1070 goes, I have a much better solution to stop the liberals and/or ILLEGAL immigrants from complaining about so-called&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;“racial profiling”.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, the solution is for police officers to camp out on all the borders surrounding Arizona, preferably around the roads. Multiple ILLEGAL immigrants have already fled to other states because they are AFRAID of getting caught and deported. The “reasonable suspicion” for stopping the ILLEGALS can be of seeing a truck full of 20 anchor babies leaving the state along with their UNDOCUMENTED parents. If you see boxes, clothes and many moving materials inside the truck, that’s obviously a big tell-tale sign that they’re AFRAID of getting deported. In other words, they’re ILLEGAL. Though, it would be funny that they get stopped just a couple of feet before leaving the AZ border to some other state where they can continue to breed like cockroaches. You know it’s funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can debate that ILLEGAL immigrants are good for the economy, but it’s not always true. Yeah, they take crappy minimum wage jobs, but still – they are STEALING jobs away from what could have been a U.S. citizen’s job. The economy as of now is horrid, but the LEGAL people have the PRIORITY in getting a job before the ILLEGALS. Heck, ANY LEGAL citizen could downgrade to a fast-food if they get laid off. Unfortunately, they can’t have those jobs because an ILLEGAL immigrant took over the position. Again, LEGAL people pay taxes. ILLEGAL immigrants are given a fraction of those taxes as benefits because they’re ILLEGAL. Goodness, this concept will never make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, even though it will take a lot of damage and money to have ILLEGAL immigrants out of the country, I still believe that the costs of doing that is not as much as KEEPING ILLEGAL immigrants in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hate. I know I’m right. You should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-900266064795575734?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/900266064795575734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=900266064795575734&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/900266064795575734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/900266064795575734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-rationale-for-supporting-arizona.html' title='My rationale for supporting Arizona Immigration Law SB1070'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6686435598034043137</id><published>2010-05-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:43:32.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>NEW WEBSITE - Link below, click on 'read more'</title><content type='html'>I am unsure whether or not I will post here. Maybe? Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. About 3 weeks ago, I created a brand new website of my very own. Weird name, I'll tell ya. The reason why I moved to a new place is mainly because I wanted my own domain name - not some 'screen name' used under a blogging network, ie: Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***The new website is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.networkpluto.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;http://www.networkpluto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely get any hits on there, but I am getting some here. It's still in small numbers. Lately, I've been busy with school and work a lot. I do not have time and the money to keep on with the website creation. I really want to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch. You'll see. I'm still on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-6686435598034043137?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6686435598034043137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6686435598034043137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6686435598034043137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6686435598034043137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-website.html' title='NEW WEBSITE - Link below, click on &apos;read more&apos;'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1459934832622120780</id><published>2010-04-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:48:59.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8vgo_skSfI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFMiaGZs1Oo/s1600/86046952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8vgo_skSfI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFMiaGZs1Oo/s320/86046952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe creating a website of my very own is a good choice? I've had it on my mind, but what's stopping me is trying to find an ideal domain name, and the fact that I don't want to spend so much for hosting if no one's going to be on my site. For one, Google disabled my AdSense account, so there's no way for me to earn some decent revenue with them. All the other paid advertising I use are horrid! I barely make any money off those. I knew a Google intern who worked at an AdSense department, but he said that the connections they get to have their account reinstated would pay the employees money just to reinstate their account. Unfortunately, I'm not close to this intern. I think this means I need to connect more to people even when I feel unsocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda don't want to use Blogspot anymore because it's just not a site of my OWN. I also need to have more visitors on my site. Not a lot of people really read my blogs, but in order to get a lot of visitors, you kind of have to neglect your real life. I even paid Facebook a sum of money to advertise this very blog there. I did in fact get a few hits, but they were short term - those visitors never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old saying goes: "Never give up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-1459934832622120780?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1459934832622120780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1459934832622120780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1459934832622120780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1459934832622120780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8vgo_skSfI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFMiaGZs1Oo/s72-c/86046952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6696875830949703756</id><published>2010-04-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:09:32.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>TX Stadium Demolition</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have seen it. It was an even that was supposed to be sad, but people were cheering. I don't know, maybe because they like explosions? A lucky 11-year-old boy named Casey Rogers got to push the button that would make history forever for the legendary Texas Stadium. Wow, he gets to go all around all his life saying, "&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was the one who blew up the TX Stadium!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my boyfriend and I, and his friend arrived there at around 4AM. By the time we arrived, there were TONS of cars parked before us. At least we made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some crappy photos...come look! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P5zPWkD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/R5qNNUK9-N0/s1600/IMG_2101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P5zPWkD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/R5qNNUK9-N0/s200/IMG_2101.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stadium at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6B0qwlXI/AAAAAAAAANU/x5UeA8vCTuo/s1600/IMG_2155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6B0qwlXI/AAAAAAAAANU/x5UeA8vCTuo/s200/IMG_2155.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the lines to all the porta potties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6H5Ai3TI/AAAAAAAAANc/SN4NQh4Kljc/s1600/IMG_2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6H5Ai3TI/AAAAAAAAANc/SN4NQh4Kljc/s200/IMG_2171.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Stadium Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6MYWBz9I/AAAAAAAAANk/D7WmzKkztlk/s1600/IMG_2180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P6MYWBz9I/AAAAAAAAANk/D7WmzKkztlk/s200/IMG_2180.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Texas Stadium After!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're my friend on Facebook, you'll see more of ME and the PEOPLE I went with...I don't want to post any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also watch my video here....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47k9XIkz0S4"&gt;TX Demolition Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-6696875830949703756?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6696875830949703756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6696875830949703756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6696875830949703756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6696875830949703756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/04/tx-stadium-demolition.html' title='TX Stadium Demolition'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S8P5zPWkD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/R5qNNUK9-N0/s72-c/IMG_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4179180235473279785</id><published>2010-04-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:46:05.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Healthcare = A Terrible Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, Kiki is talking politics now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly upset that the healthcare reform bill passed by a narrow margin of 219 to 212 vote. Gladly, the healthcare reform bill will not be provided to all Americans...Unforuntately,&amp;nbsp;it's a step towards that goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of months, I have been oblivious to all the crazy, heated TV&amp;nbsp;debates going all over about healthcare, acting indifferent to all the commotion. I did not really feel the need to express my opinions about such a touchy feely&amp;nbsp;subject. It wasn't until I started to "listen". After that, I am proud to say "NAY" to healthcare reform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many supporters of the healthcare bill may think that we Republicans are stingy with our money, and show no remorse to those suffering in the economy and having to pay TONS for hospital fees. Well, I got to say that our money is our money. The economy itself pays enough taxes to support the country, so why healthcare? When I see a video promoting healthcare - like a woman crying telling all the viewers that her mom had cancer and had no health insurance, and she couldn't afford it...etc, etc. Well, you know what? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't give a damn about them. Everyone dies and gets sick. If you want to thrive in the economy, get a better job. Better yet, go to school...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know the economy sucks, but doesn't everyone know that the economy undergoes a "natural" recession every 20 years? I know for a fact that our economy will regulate itself sooner or later. Take a look back into history - it's there. If you got laid off from a company, you got laid off for a reason, you probably lack the characteristics of the people that are still hanging on. If your whole company got out of business, then that just sucks. Do not rely on America to pay for YOUR issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government need not to mandate healthcare taxes JUST because of the damn economy. If people suffer, people suffer. Not my problem. Everyone will have their ups and downs. Everyone else who are thriving, or at least surviving in the economy should not be forced to pay for those below them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some McDonalds employee wanted to jump off the building because he/she thought it would be cool, but they ended up breaking a leg, do the responsible hardworking taxpayers have to pay for their health? No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude of allowing healthcare is just allowing the low-income fellows to just be LAZY and have the "America-will-just-pay-for-me" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I midas well live in a shack if that's how it is because AMERICA will pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4179180235473279785?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4179180235473279785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4179180235473279785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4179180235473279785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4179180235473279785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-kiki-is-talking-politics-now.html' title='Healthcare = A Terrible Idea'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6887332988475625618</id><published>2010-03-29T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:59:27.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's not supposed to happen.</title><content type='html'>What you see here isn't supposed to be here. I got loads and loads of homework that I've been procrastinating on doing, so blogging isn't really a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I want to talk to my readers who do not exist! :) Is anyone out there? That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in on some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled some Gatorade on my carpet (yeah, what an event! :) ) I worked hard until I found a #1 solution to remove it. It's works, guaranteed! If you wanna know, hit me up...or Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked all weekend long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend even more, despite what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 98 on my Government exam (highest grade in class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything much since I last posted about my monetary income. It was like less than two weeks, about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me fill you in on what's GOING to happen this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-6887332988475625618?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6887332988475625618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6887332988475625618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6887332988475625618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6887332988475625618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-supposed-to-happen.html' title='It&apos;s not supposed to happen.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-2093302635996737731</id><published>2010-03-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:40:43.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Talking to myself money-wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hi Kiki Kho how are you? I'm doing great, thank you. What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enough of that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got some exciting news. Well, not really. An internet marketer paid me an X amount of $$$ for my ancient and controversial How to Cheat on a Test video for me to advertise his website. I seriously thought it would be a scam, and I was lucky enough to even read his one single message out of my YouTube account -- I hardly EVER read my YT messages/comments, almost never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S6oHyIOuKdI/AAAAAAAAANE/C8ulQ2YDF1s/s1600/what-not-to-do-with-your-money-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S6oHyIOuKdI/AAAAAAAAANE/C8ulQ2YDF1s/s200/what-not-to-do-with-your-money-46.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of days ago, I had a party that tipped me $50, but I only got half of it. How did that happen? Well, for any future guests at a restaurant: Never, I repeat, NEVER give your server's tip to another server and tell them to give the money to your server, alright? I knew my co-worker lied to me and said she could take half. I need not to go further on this topic. It's only $25 -- no biggie, but still that's good gas money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Speaking of gas money, that's my only expense that I have. I feel that I'm lucky to have food, water and shelter above my head. I don't buy a lot of clothes, heck, I don't even remember the last time I went shopping. I'm not tempted to&amp;nbsp;go either.&amp;nbsp;I got a lot of food at home, and my only way to NOT spend money on food outside is just by having discipline. So really, gas is all that I pretty much pay for. Also, I'm living off of scholarship money for college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I still worked in my father's neurological clinic, I'd probably be so much richer now, but I just can't stand my dad! I see him enough at home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resorted to a workplace that is not like your ordinary restaurant, but I'm not going to be there for the rest of my life!&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to be confidential at this. I get paid more than minimum wage, plus averaging out $20-$50 tips per party. Let's play the guessing game. You'll never guess it, I bet! By the time I get out of college with a Bachelors of Science in Environmental Science, I want to work for, of course, the environment! Maybe the EPA of some sort. After 1 year I want to go back to school and pursue a masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF me and my boyfriend were to still&amp;nbsp;be together, and all our scholastic plans are reached, he will be an aerospace engineer (designing aircrafts, possibly a pilot) and I will be the environmentalist of some sort. I can't wait to tranfer to XYZ&amp;nbsp;university far far away. And I say XYZ because it's confidential. I was qualified to transfer there this fall, but I'd probably save $2,000 if I took 1 more semester at a community college here. It's an absolute sure plan that I'll be there by Spring 2011. And I'll be away from home for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-2093302635996737731?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2093302635996737731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=2093302635996737731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2093302635996737731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2093302635996737731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/talking-to-myself-money-wise.html' title='Talking to myself money-wise'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S6oHyIOuKdI/AAAAAAAAANE/C8ulQ2YDF1s/s72-c/what-not-to-do-with-your-money-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-2795591009881064160</id><published>2010-03-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:26:35.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Progression in Time</title><content type='html'>*I literally wrote this semi consciously shortly before I passed dead asleep on my bed in under 3 minutes. Don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;steal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- this is an original &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt; piece of one of my many, many &lt;u&gt;mediocre&lt;/u&gt; poems.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Progression in Time" by Kiki Kho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder who I am and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What I do in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Time is passing by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So very fast I can't fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Look at the hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Progress, I must say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Don't get left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In this never-ending find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up everyone life is too short&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be somebody before you abort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S54Ky0rit2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/pgR1ZCNUbCk/s1600-h/media_090327_clock_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S54Ky0rit2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/pgR1ZCNUbCk/s320/media_090327_clock_02.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-2795591009881064160?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2795591009881064160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=2795591009881064160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2795591009881064160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2795591009881064160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/progression-in-time.html' title='Progression in Time'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S54Ky0rit2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/pgR1ZCNUbCk/s72-c/media_090327_clock_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1650764419468763050</id><published>2010-03-09T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:11:36.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Complexity of time and all of life's activities</title><content type='html'>We did one of our few serious coversations that ended shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's transferring to Texas A&amp;amp;M University&amp;nbsp;with a major in Aerospace Engineering. Without a doubt, TAMU is going to accept him. He is one who studies&amp;nbsp;relentlessly and&amp;nbsp;has got at least&amp;nbsp;3.5 GPA to show for it. He wants to be a pilot or the kind that designs aircrafts of some sort - Boeing, he thought. And his study in the prestigious school will begin Spring 2011. Seeing eachother will be a great challenge. Good thing College Station, TX is only a couple hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me? Still undecided. I tried looking at the many degree programs in the&amp;nbsp;TAMU website and thought, "Wow...nevermind" As much as I hate to transfer to the local universities in the area around here, I have to resort to it. I need to find a new home away from home.&amp;nbsp;My indecisivness in a major has caused me to fall back in&amp;nbsp;what you'd call a "degree plan".&amp;nbsp;I will have my Associates Degree by the end of the summer this year, but what could you really do with an Associates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S5YQkb40-tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ud7-4KUXZ0k/s1600-h/love-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S5YQkb40-tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ud7-4KUXZ0k/s320/love-1.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For many semesters, I've struggled between wanting to be a chef, journalist or a filmmaker. I blew off many classes on those. Judging from the job opportunities I just listed, you may think of me as the "creative" type. I have once&amp;nbsp;aspired to become a writer, since writing is my forte, but don't judge my writing abilities on this very blog -&amp;nbsp;this is informal. This semester, I have come up to a new calling no one would really expect of me - I want to major in chemistry. I learned that choosing a very broad major will support you a great deal on the long run. There's so many job opportunities for that major alone. The creativity potential that I have is only something I enjoy doing. It's a hobby.&amp;nbsp;Creativity has no limit, which is considered good for some, but I want to do something far out of the context. I learned that I could still spare time of creativity while I am at work doing my career. Recently, I have been interested in working for the EPA. The environment concerns me a lot and I would like to explore more about the science behind Mother Nature and gain more practical experience on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can only hope the best between me and David, though he said it can't be that bad. It concerns me a lot that we may be going to different universities for at least 2 years. He said that &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; he doesn't make it to TAMU, he will be going to UTD or UNT, but I don't want to wish him an &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;acceptance to the school he planned to go to in order to go to a school &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; planned on going. That would be harsh! I just got to think that TAMU is only around 3 1/2 hours away from where I live - gotta think positive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh well, only time will tell, but I can only wish it was simpler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-1650764419468763050?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1650764419468763050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1650764419468763050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1650764419468763050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1650764419468763050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/complexity-of-time-and-all-of-lifes.html' title='Complexity of time and all of life&apos;s activities'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S5YQkb40-tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ud7-4KUXZ0k/s72-c/love-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8973646107770614215</id><published>2010-03-01T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:42:09.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If it weren't for David, my weekend wouldn't be crazy - it would be hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at this place for which the name will not be exposed. I will only say that I get paid more than minimum wage plus lots of tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S4ukeOF7hgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A9LitFEiga4/s1600-h/Photo_on_2010-01-29_at_20_25__2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S4ukeOF7hgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A9LitFEiga4/s320/Photo_on_2010-01-29_at_20_25__2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a Saturday night, I was closing. The place closes late and I didn't leave the premises until around&amp;nbsp;2AM. I went home, aware that I was locked out. I rang the doorbell nonstop for 15 minutes, kicked the door and cursed out anger&amp;nbsp;in the midst of my neighborhood. It echoed well. I would've called the house, but when you go back the the prior Thursday,&lt;strong&gt; I lost my cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;. I had a plan B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;David's house was the plan.&amp;nbsp;It took me 15 minutes to get there. I saw his house, and&amp;nbsp;tapped on the window which I &lt;em&gt;later&lt;/em&gt; found out was his brother's room. I whispered, "David! David!" - Nothing. I crept around the back, saw some light, and when I peaked through the window, I saw David...doing his homework...I&amp;nbsp;tapped on the window, and then he opened the door. He&amp;nbsp;was happy to see me.&amp;nbsp;We conversed a little bit in his house, and I met his 27-year-old brother. I was half asleep when he walked me into his car. He drove around aimlessly throughout the surrounding areas and we then napped. He woke me up at 6AM and told me to borrow his phone, blanket and pillow&amp;nbsp;and drive home in hopes that my strict parents would be awake. They were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Notice it was Sunday. You have no idea how my parents lack sympathy for me of&amp;nbsp;working all night and locked out of the house telling me to go to church. I refused. I slept from 7AM&amp;nbsp;to 1:30PM. I had to already get ready for work at 3PM.&amp;nbsp;The following&amp;nbsp;night&amp;nbsp;was a repeat except I was released early&amp;nbsp;at 10PM. I immediately called David's house saying that I can return his phone.&amp;nbsp;It was supposed to be a quick meeting, but it turned out to be longer. ANYways, to refrain from too much details, we just hung around the outside of his house...something like that. Oh, and we ate and he drove my car around for some odd reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After a bittersweet goodbye, I was on my way to my house without the use of a cell I decided not to take from David. I arrived at my house around 2AM again, like how it was 24 hours before that moment when I came banging on my house door, cursing anger in the midst of my neighborhood. It was a repeat of the night before.&amp;nbsp;I thought the only way to wake my parents up was by calling the house phone, and my choice led me to meet David for his phone. I felt bad, so I went into the 24-hour Kroger, bought his favorite candy, Starburst Gummibursts, and then went into his house. I automatically handed him the huge pack of the gummies to him and asked for only his cell. I called my house, and what do you know? My mom answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He led me back to my car. It was raining this time, and he removed his sweater in the pouring rain to put on me as my&amp;nbsp;cover. He had short sleeves, and basketball shorts on. I felt horrible. He's such a good boyfriend to me. He even told me to hold on to his cell this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I arrived home 15 minutes later and my mom already thinks I'm lying. She's 50% right. I was truthful yesterday that I got out of work around 2AM...but&amp;nbsp;the night after that, I spent it with David. &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Just 20 minutes ago as I'm writing this, David called his cell, which is with me, to ask if I got home alright. You see, this weekend was so significant, that I had to write about it immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to squeeze in an insignificant event:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;During work last Saturday, I got finished working with one group and I was waiting for them to pay. This co-worker of mine came up to me with $50 in her hand telling me that &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; group told her to give me half, and the other half to her. I didn't believe her. She barely helped me with anything. I asked the guy who payed if what she said was true. All he said was, "The $50 tip is for the wonderful service." I didn't want to progress the conversation any further. I didn't want to sound rude. Oh well. Grr...the other $25 would have been good gas money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8973646107770614215?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8973646107770614215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8973646107770614215&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8973646107770614215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8973646107770614215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S4ukeOF7hgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A9LitFEiga4/s72-c/Photo_on_2010-01-29_at_20_25__2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4210936563975143415</id><published>2010-02-14T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:51:12.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>V-Day Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As you all know,&amp;nbsp;when the evening comes in any given timezone, a high percentage of couples would be having sex on Valentine's Day. No surprise on that one. It's 12:35AM now - I could only imagine. I came to the conclusion that I will finish the night off eating a box of chocolates in solitude and watching "Valentine's Day" all over again. Almost all my V-Days of my entire mediocre&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;are always spent lonely, with other girls, or just simply single. Ever wonder why it's called Happy Single's Awareness Day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S3j8iB9o_NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jsfakf1NJn4/s1600-h/hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S3j8iB9o_NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jsfakf1NJn4/s200/hearts.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular guy I had my eye on for a couple of months was on top of my list of who I would date, if left with no choice. A couple days prior, he left some items from Lowe's inside my car and we were planning on when we would meet so he can retrieve them. He said Wednesday. The following day (V-Day), I texted him, "Happy Single's Awareness Day" trying to &lt;em&gt;emphasize&lt;/em&gt; the fact that I'm single in hopes of him wanting to meet up with me. It was a hope gone in a different, yet expected&amp;nbsp;direction. He only texted, "I gotta do homework all day." Now I felt like those&amp;nbsp;dramatic young girls who would want&amp;nbsp;announce the world that they will&amp;nbsp;eat ice cream and chocolates alone and cry, minus the crying. Texting and keeping up with him on the phone is a hassle on its own. For example, I would text him, "HEEYY!! : D" and 2 hours later I get a text back saying, "hi". Like seriously? He's a great communicator in person without a doubt - disregard the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am usually the only person who first calls/texts him, but until one day (V-Day/today) he calls &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; and says he wants his items from Lowe's back for "errands" he's got to do in the day. I insisted on letting him come over despite the fact that he was originally supposed to meet me Wednesday. I heard a car drive by my house. It was him. I stared at my house window up until he opened up his trunk to grab&amp;nbsp;roses, a card and a box of chocolates...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we didn't kiss yet upon receiving the thoughful gift he has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;conversed at my house, went to Starbucks, and conversed at my house again and played&amp;nbsp;in the leftover snow, which is dying off in the protruding warm temperatures. When it was getting late I walked him to his car, as I was jokingly saying that&amp;nbsp;I (girl) was walking him (boy) to&amp;nbsp;his car. It should have been the other way around but we had no choice because he drove to my house. Yeah, yeah, we talked and then had our first kiss together. Simple and suhwheet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4210936563975143415?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4210936563975143415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4210936563975143415&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4210936563975143415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4210936563975143415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-surprise.html' title='V-Day Surprise'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S3j8iB9o_NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jsfakf1NJn4/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-9204779757187653877</id><published>2010-01-31T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:25:50.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Death: What goes through your mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is my testimony as a Christian, so no biased comments please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren has really transformed me. I highly recommend reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes across your mind when you think of death? Do you think it’s just an unfortunate event the living people on Earth have to mourn to? Are you conditioned to the fact that people born, live and die? I mean, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think about it - what do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, death on Earth doesn’t mark the end of me. It marks the beginning of my eternity. Sometimes we humans find it hard to believe and unfair that death will eventually come, and that’s okay! The reason we feel we should live forever is that God gave us that desire. God plants eternity in the human heart. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life here on Earth is just a temporary assignment. It is a preparation for a future in Heaven – or Hell (I know that seems harsh, but it’s true). Our relationship with God determines where we are destined to be. Ever wonder the made up acronyms for the B.I.B.L.E: Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth? Though it may seem a little comical, but it’s exactly true. The Bible is a book giving instructions and answers on how we should live our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much more to life. Without purpose, life will seem dull and colorless on the long run. Yeah, you’ll have those exciting moments of socializing, getting promoted at work or having fortunate events to come your way, but those are all temporary. Overtime you will hunger for more and more and will not be completely satisfied with what you have – that is the dark side of human nature. Fortunately, God has given us a loophole to escape the dark side, and it’s by living with purpose. Once we are fully aware that life is just a preparation for eternity, we begin to live differently. And by living differently, we begin to handle circumstances, relationships and tasks better. Our primary problems will start to seem minor and unworthy of our attention. Everything that was once important to you may be rearranged in a different order of priority. (Philippians 3:7-8). I am not making this up because I have personal experience of this being true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are quotable quotes by Rick Warren from The Purpose Driven Life, all in chapter 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you have a relationship with God through Jesus, you don’t need to fear death.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The closer you live to God, the smaller everything else appears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God offers you an opportunity beyond your life time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…it would be wiser to live each day as if it were the last day of your life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:17 And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-9204779757187653877?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/9204779757187653877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=9204779757187653877&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/9204779757187653877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/9204779757187653877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/01/death-what-goes-through-your-mind.html' title='Death: What goes through your mind?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-5991521696411434877</id><published>2010-01-21T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:33:14.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Job Hunting and Overeating.</title><content type='html'>You're probably thinking, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job hunting and overeating don't come together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was filled with nonstop job applications and going on a dangerous fast food diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will never forget the moment where I can say I &lt;em&gt;accidentally &lt;/em&gt;applied for a job. Here's how it goes: I was browsing through Craigslist and saw multiple postings for a new restaurant in town. I filled an app online&amp;nbsp;and visited the place which is just a trailer for now - the future restaurant isn't built yet. My first impression of the place was Hooters. No, it's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;Hooters. It's &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; Hooters. I saw so many photographs of all these semi-exposed woman all over the wall, and all I could think was, "What...the...fuck...?" I was caught off guard and learned that you MUST research the company before applying!&amp;nbsp;The guy (obviously it was a guy)&amp;nbsp; who was there interviewed me for 15 minutes. It was a plus I had previous&amp;nbsp;serving&amp;nbsp;experience.&amp;nbsp;He told me to audition in the next&amp;nbsp;2 days wearing a mini skirt...so the day came. The skimpy polo they offered was exposing, where the mid&amp;nbsp;section of&amp;nbsp;it went way down past my teeny tiny breasts. It was still&amp;nbsp;sexy though&amp;nbsp;to tell you the truth. I half-assed my way through the audition when I noticed all the sexy ladies&amp;nbsp;with whom I can't compete with. And oh, goodness I hope they don't call me back...but if they do, I midas well not return my $40 mini skirt I just bought 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you where else I am applying because I'm secretive that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off and had students wanting to buy my old&amp;nbsp;textbooks. Here's&amp;nbsp;a quick, interesting story that pissed me off a little: Last semester I bought a Government text for $120. The beginning of this semester, I sell it for $70 (in pristine condition still) and the guy with horrible English calls me up and says, "I want to bought you textbook for fifty dollar." and I'm just like, "No, the price says $70." and he says&amp;nbsp;in his foreign accent, "I go to school, I work and have no dollar." Um, that's not my problem. Unfortunately, I set a deal where I sold it for $55. He was the only one willing to buy my textbook, AND I needed the money. I had no choice. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, and about the fast food part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S1lGeTfUd6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m6zDxVhUkwM/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S1lGeTfUd6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m6zDxVhUkwM/s200/IMG_1791.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to my old job, Cheddar's (I'm embarassed to say I worked there and I consider it an upscale fast food joint, though it's a sit down restaurant) and ate...and ate...and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What was I doing the day before? I went to Whataburger. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The day before that? I ate chicken tenders at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can slowly feel myself getting fatter because everytime I walk up the stairs to my room, it gets more challenging, and I breathe heavily. Oh, no. I need to sign up for The Biggest Loser.&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/3843035095402631348-5991521696411434877?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/5991521696411434877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=5991521696411434877&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5991521696411434877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5991521696411434877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-hunting-and-overeating.html' title='Job Hunting and Overeating.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S1lGeTfUd6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m6zDxVhUkwM/s72-c/IMG_1791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-2740508466043039715</id><published>2010-01-20T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:37:37.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>There is a purpose in life.</title><content type='html'>There was a tragedy I experienced in my life very recently. Well, I don't think it's necessarily considered a tragedy, but it was just enough to make my blood freeze. My heart was cold and pounding, and my mentality was full of rage and disgust. I wanted revenge, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized: Is God testing me? I mean, it has been a long while since I kept up with His word and I have had for a short while disbelieved the existence of God. I thought this tragedy happened because God was punishing me for going my separate ways from Him, AND his attempt for me to go closer to Him. That was the best conclusion I could ever think of as to why this horrible event happened to me. And of course, the fact my enemies were so bored, they wanted to destroy my life even more 5 months after I ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to pray. It was a little awkward considering the fact that I haven't prayed in a very, very long time. Heck, I don't even remember the last time I even prayed. Silly me. I started reaching out to certain people with whom I rarely kept in touch with - the people that I knew were better for me as opposed to the individuals I have been hanging out with for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for them. They understood me better, the prayed for me and we shared productive conversations and did productive activities. They even helped me with what I was currently going through. And I just think – why did I not hang out with them all this time I knew their existence in my life? I shall forbid myself from hanging out with the others since it had caused me to enter the bad side of life. Oh, boy was that side of life full of darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Long story short:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Renewing my fellowship with God made me feel empowered. I feel healthier than ever before. All it takes is just a little faith and to let God lead the way through life. Ask for His guidance and for His will and your life will be led with His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don’t want to go all “bible-hugging” on all of you, but this is really how I feel. I am reading the bible more and engaging myself more with my church. This is based on my personal experience, and I think God’s will to cause a tragedy in my life in order to make me go closer to Him is working. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hate. Relate. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-2740508466043039715?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2740508466043039715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=2740508466043039715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2740508466043039715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2740508466043039715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-was-tragedy-i-experienced-in-my.html' title='There is a purpose in life.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1904417134948855194</id><published>2010-01-13T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:19:33.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What would you do when the world is about to end?</title><content type='html'>Hypothetically speaking, IF the world was really going to end, I wouldn't do anything about it. I don't mean to sound so depressing about this, but nothing would matter. All the hate, love, good, bad and everything in between&amp;nbsp;would no longer have meaning. That's just in my opinion. All that I have ever lived for is set for a future that no longer exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have lived a &lt;em&gt;tragic&lt;/em&gt; life with a few upbringings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it from a third point of view, my life IS in fact, tragic. If my life was a movie, you'd feel so sorry for me. No one would ever believe what I say, and I am accused of literally everything - no questions asked,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;no one on my side. Also, from a psychological standpoint, my parents didn't raise me right. My mentality has been scarred since the day&amp;nbsp;they have whipped me nonstop when I was 3. I specifically remembered it was only to discipline me to not bring my friends into their room. I am deeply sorry, mom and dad for my untrained mind to bring my friends into your room. I was only 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my ups and downs in terms of my consistency in prayer. My parents caused me to have a rough relationship with Christ. Okay, okay it should be MY fault, but my parents didn't give me a good foundation on my pathways to life. I can't remove the images of them scolding me left and right before, during AND after church. Very Christian of them to act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There were kids throughout my childhood who would bully me in school and my mom would make fun of me about it when I came to her arms and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;physical/mental disorder that I am born with. The kind of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;disease&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that makes you look ugly and become stupid...literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sister and cousins making irrational arguments to me and beat me nonstop because they had the advantage of "power" over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;OKAY&amp;nbsp;SORRY! ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I lost my cell phone, keys, and wallet multiple times, and 100% of the time someone returns it?&amp;nbsp;That's the ONLY good thing in my life I can be proud of. Am I lucky? Is it good karma? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with detailing my life more, but it would only be negative. The good aspects of my life listed right above this paragraph is like the FEW good things to come in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm tired. I don't want to blog anymore. *snore*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-1904417134948855194?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1904417134948855194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1904417134948855194&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1904417134948855194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1904417134948855194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-would-you-do-when-world-is-about.html' title='What would you do when the world is about to end?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6387888253223534622</id><published>2010-01-08T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:59:12.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Couture Giveaway! - WIN FREE STUFF!</title><content type='html'>My unsuccessful eBay sales got me to give away my fragrances FOR FREE! Now how do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never really do these types of "special" giveaways, so I will soon make a YouTube video and whoever comments most on the video and/or follows me on Twitter will get a fragrance for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that I don't know how to keep track of who comments/follows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only take a glance at which user name follows/comments me most and I will contact you for your address so I can mail it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they are &lt;b&gt;SEALED&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's choice #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S0eZ8XEzUcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lF-LqqfV0MU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S0eZ8XEzUcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lF-LqqfV0MU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;JC 1.0 FL. OZ fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's choice #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S0eaAMDThsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o7qiIm8OssA/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S0eaAMDThsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o7qiIm8OssA/s320/untitled1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;JC .5 FL OZ fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just tell me which one you'd like. Since I'm not popular online, the chances of you winning my items are very high!&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/3843035095402631348-6387888253223534622?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6387888253223534622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6387888253223534622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6387888253223534622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6387888253223534622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2010/01/juicy-couture-giveaway-win-free-stuff.html' title='Juicy Couture Giveaway! - WIN FREE STUFF!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/S0eZ8XEzUcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lF-LqqfV0MU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-7713705528278045093</id><published>2009-12-18T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:20:01.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>You don't know that I know what you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you hate it when people yell nonsense at you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yeah, who doesn't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am a human lie detector. I don't even have to check people's pulses or anything related to the human body. It's just vibes.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I have a 6th sense. Almost&amp;nbsp;immediately, my&amp;nbsp;mind would&amp;nbsp;give me warnings about what I am going to hear.&amp;nbsp;Everything that my previous psychology professor taught the class about finding out if someone is telling the truth or not was already known to me. Pfft, I'd probably even beat the typical psychologist&amp;nbsp;in determining whether someone is saying a truth or a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are far too many examples in my life where my friends would yap crazily to me about why I am asking them stupid questions, or that I am paranoid about them lying. Like, they would lose their sanity towards me. You know, if they were telling the truth, they wouldn't go all aggressive against me...and for some reason, I wasn't strong enough to stand up for myself and tell them exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, alright, I'll give an example and it will be&lt;strong&gt; very, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;simplified:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was hanging out with 2 friends. They were pretty quiet with me. They talked to each other a lot, but not to me. They kept looking at their cell phones, texting. They kept talking to each other, avoided talking to me, and kept checking their phones. After an ongoing cycle of this suspiscion they have achieved, I have decided to speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pretend their names are Billy and Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I asked Billy, "Why are you checking your cell phone?" after he stared at it for approximately 10 seconds. As I asked him, I took a quick glance at his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He answered, "Oh, I needed to check the time." Bullshit was he checking the time. When I glanced at it, he was reading some text messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I then told him, "Why would it take that long to look at the time anyways?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He snapped at said, "Man, Kiki, why are you so goddamn paranoid! I was looking at the time. Stop freaking out! Find something else better to do" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^ The conversation ran similar to that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, only a high alert &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trying to hide something from someone would lash out like that. Of course he was lying. I then checked Billy and Bob's phone (teehee) on another day and realized they were talking and saying shit about me. The date/time on the text messages sent/received was during the times I was with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not friends with them anymore. No regrets about losing touch with them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sneaky...but ain't sneaky enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-7713705528278045093?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7713705528278045093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=7713705528278045093&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/7713705528278045093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/7713705528278045093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-what-you-know.html' title='You don&apos;t know that I know what you know.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-7871337563994239304</id><published>2009-12-15T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:42:30.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Keeping Things Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Something drastic has just happened to me lately. If I'm still in a state of trauma, you better know it was drastic.&amp;nbsp;Though only three people I know in real life know about it. My parents, and my third party friend (he does not know anyone I know, nor do I know who he knows) so I thought that it was safe telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, expressing my "drastic" moment to him felt better to me because it was a lot of stress off my shoulders, but I felt bad for saying it, regardless of him being a third party friend and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a drastic moment in your life that had to be kept private, yet you want to spill out either way? I hate that I'm so vulnerable. Three people - that's the max amount of people that will ever know my secret, unless they tell all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was facing this drastic moment, I couldn't even call my friends, my sister, or simply ANYone other than my parents. I was afraid the others would tell all....and those "all" will....ahem, I can't progress any further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess? Oh, I love guessing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come look at my lastest photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&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/3843035095402631348-7871337563994239304?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7871337563994239304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=7871337563994239304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/7871337563994239304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/7871337563994239304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/12/keeping-things-anonymous.html' title='Keeping Things Anonymous'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4389456863993002548</id><published>2009-12-04T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:58:57.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><title type='text'>These are a [two] of my Favorite Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh, look at what I found at Macy's!&lt;/span&gt; I hope you understood the subtle joke in my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sxlgw8d_FhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ekwZkcUR_gg/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sxlgw8d_FhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ekwZkcUR_gg/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Peek a boo! My warm and comfy 2 in 1 gloves from &lt;a href="http://www.fossil.com/"&gt;Fossil&lt;/a&gt; can't resist playing with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlhnDk0jlI/AAAAAAAAALk/n7aX4R_Agfc/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlhnDk0jlI/AAAAAAAAALk/n7aX4R_Agfc/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's what the whole thing looks like. You can get these for about &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;$32.00&lt;/span&gt; at Macy's. If you want to get them cheaper, ask me about my eBay auction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have stumbled upon a cute handbag, only for the pet lovers! You can also get these at selected Macy's or online at &lt;a href="http://www.fuzzynation.com/"&gt;Fuzzynation&lt;/a&gt;. Cute name, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxliXqBr0LI/AAAAAAAAALs/HtMMtkoP-7g/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxliXqBr0LI/AAAAAAAAALs/HtMMtkoP-7g/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cute puppy, as what my little sister says. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlimME0HrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NEdYheGbQmI/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlimME0HrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NEdYheGbQmI/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlizWU76lI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UuMJ89PGJRU/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SxlizWU76lI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UuMJ89PGJRU/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They come in more than one animal design. Again, go to &lt;a href="http://www.fuzzynation.com/"&gt;Fuzzynation&lt;/a&gt; to look at these bags! Only costs up&amp;nbsp; to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;$48.00&lt;/span&gt; from where I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am auctioning a couple of my own items through eBay. I have a lot of Fossil gloves for sale. If interested, comment, or message me up about it!&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/3843035095402631348-4389456863993002548?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4389456863993002548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4389456863993002548&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4389456863993002548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4389456863993002548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-of-my-things-are-featured.html' title='These are a [two] of my Favorite Things!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sxlgw8d_FhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ekwZkcUR_gg/s72-c/IMG_1503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-940056956695382669</id><published>2009-11-26T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:05:56.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sw5jaCjKY4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xH-Dujb1Xtw/s1600/autumn_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sw5jaCjKY4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xH-Dujb1Xtw/s320/autumn_16.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It’s 4:37AM as I get myself down to business and start cooking. I just got home from the store gathering all the ingredients needed for Thanksgiving tonight. Boy, would I need some good night sleep. My mother assigned me to do some grocery shopping, knowing the fact that my sleeping patterns are that of another time zone. Before I get myself down to business and cook, I decided to write to you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now, I don’t want to make a post completely based on “giving thanks” and talking about what we are all thankful for and such. Those typical discussions get tiring. Year after year, do we all really have to take time away from our realities to reflect on what we are thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;OK, as I was saying, &lt;strong&gt;I want to know what all of you are thankful for.&lt;/strong&gt; : P I’m sorry, I contradicted myself. If you want to participate, just simply comment and tell me. This is an open discussion for everyone. Even anonymous people who have no accounts pertaining to blogging or website ownership can even be a part of this – if they actually exist out there. Tell me what you are thankful for, even if you don't live in America nor celebrate Thanksgiving. And for me? You’ll see later what I am thankful for if you continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Phew, I got that out of the way. The start of Thanksgiving marks the first day of the year where I break my New Year’s resolution to lose weight and eat healthy. Actually, change that – I broke my resolution even before I planned it. Never mind. Generally speaking, the holidays being in our midst means lots and lots of food and uncontrollable eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What do you all think of the Christmas tree being renamed “Holiday Tree”? How long has this been going on, by the way? Personally, I don’t mind. To all the people out there who take it to the heart (whether for or against the name “Christmas”) really, just really need to focus on more important things in the world. I guess I am &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; for my nature of passivity – I truly don’t care of the name, either or. If you are not Christian, don’t ruin the moments of Christians &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;non Christians who love and celebrate “Christmas.” It’s only a name. Don’t force out your strong beliefs against others. This makes me want to place limits on the first amendment for people taking way too much advantage of freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wherever you are in the world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-940056956695382669?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/940056956695382669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=940056956695382669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/940056956695382669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/940056956695382669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-and-holiday-speaking.html' title='Thanksgiving and the Holidays'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Sw5jaCjKY4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xH-Dujb1Xtw/s72-c/autumn_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1694098628200327746</id><published>2009-11-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:55:04.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My Morning Adventure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is amongst my most &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; blog in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foggy street.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swq18uHhZTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HALV-IKXEk8/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swq18uHhZTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HALV-IKXEk8/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mailbox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrBwTgT0tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KF2v3c3rloA/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrBwTgT0tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KF2v3c3rloA/s200/IMG_1275.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top of lighthouse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swqw2IUPFRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/khj-Mz4hV-Q/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swqw2IUPFRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/khj-Mz4hV-Q/s200/IMG_1278.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the fly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swqw6sYXGZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bm-QrzOTfm4/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swqw6sYXGZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bm-QrzOTfm4/s200/IMG_1282.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me. Early morning. Without makeup. Bleh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxGWjYGFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ReZ2o7FsX84/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxGWjYGFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ReZ2o7FsX84/s200/IMG_1283.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pool in late November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxNZCloMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LfGAMfQBJK4/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxNZCloMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LfGAMfQBJK4/s200/IMG_1286.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a tree branch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxTI1FFHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VmsJqbPrsBE/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxTI1FFHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VmsJqbPrsBE/s200/IMG_1292.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pool again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxdFyQYiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9qOnzIm_U-w/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwqxdFyQYiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9qOnzIm_U-w/s200/IMG_1293.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ew. Spider webs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrAXfc5DKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jl2635_NFQw/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrAXfc5DKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jl2635_NFQw/s200/IMG_1296.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my dogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrB6YlLPjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2s4_TTxWs3M/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwrB6YlLPjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2s4_TTxWs3M/s200/IMG_1294.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3843035095402631348-1694098628200327746?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1694098628200327746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1694098628200327746&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1694098628200327746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1694098628200327746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-morning-adventure.html' title='My Morning Adventure.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/Swq18uHhZTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HALV-IKXEk8/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8615404985574781725</id><published>2009-11-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:55:13.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>The Best Way to Piss Someone Off in an Argument</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This only works when you’re the victim in the situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwfvjHU4tII/AAAAAAAAAH8/4ewQuxPegK0/s1600/dv0301212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwfvjHU4tII/AAAAAAAAAH8/4ewQuxPegK0/s200/dv0301212.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You all probably know what it is. It’s the most obvious way. Some psychologists know it as well, as I have learned this in Psychology and many incidences prior to taking the class. It really is the best way to piss someone off, that you could have fun with it – by doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That’s it. Do nothing. Have no reaction, and &lt;a href="http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating.html"&gt;be passive&lt;/a&gt;. When someone yells at you and curses you out, just look at them and continue on with your business. Usually when someone is angry and cursing you out, their intention is to cause you, yourself to have a reaction. They want to fight you, see you take in the challenge, and fail miserably. This is what they feed pleasure off of. When what they want is not reached, that is when you win. And officially pissed them off even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Note that I am being very general about this. Let’s put it in simple terms: When someone irrationally yells at you, just don’t do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In one &lt;em&gt;example&lt;/em&gt; of my life, I have been teased in school (surprise surprise!). Teased so much, that as I have matured over the years, I stopped caring about what the other kids got to say to me. I stopped reacting, simply because it was a waste of my valuable time and energy. The incident happened in the 9th grade. This lifeless girl I have known since middle school has been making fun of me since then. She kept making fun of my style, making racist comments and simply calling me ugly. I mean, it was rude and all, but she was being so immature about it, that I didn’t want to be immature with her. All I could think of is, “Are high school students supposed to act like this?” Her mocking routine lasted about 5-10 minutes, hearing her voice gradually getting louder and louder as I kept my silence. My nerdy state of mind was far too occupied in a homework assignment from the class. Her voice was background noise. As time wore on, her voice got more aggressive, yet more tired and lazy at the same time, as if she was almost giving up on trying to hurt my feelings. Her mocking vocabulary just got more elementary-sounding as well. There was a point to where someone asked her who the hell she was talking to and she answered straight forward. Kids in the class made fun of her, telling her to get a life. Pretty much her plan to break me backfired on her. She got angry and turned red. I simply looked up at her for the first time that moment and smiled, then turned my face back to my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;She got quiet ever since.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That pretty much seized the moments of me getting teased. Woo, yeah…big deal. The quality of my life is still the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People may say that I have a &lt;a href="http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating.html"&gt;mind made of steel&lt;/a&gt;, but beware: I can still have my moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/3843035095402631348-8615404985574781725?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8615404985574781725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8615404985574781725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8615404985574781725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8615404985574781725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-way-to-piss-someone-off-in.html' title='The Best Way to Piss Someone Off in an Argument'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwfvjHU4tII/AAAAAAAAAH8/4ewQuxPegK0/s72-c/dv0301212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-3489508255736866028</id><published>2009-11-17T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:54:37.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>How to easily share your content  to mainstream online users</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very detailed step by step guide.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- For people who don't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Disclaimer: For Blogger users only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The easiest 7 steps you'll ever have to follow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMeexkS54I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oWuls-bmvfk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMeexkS54I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oWuls-bmvfk/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As stated above, select button style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMfS0M6HGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/juGFWmff5oU/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMfS0M6HGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/juGFWmff5oU/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything is self-explanatory. Click on Get Your Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMfrHeeuhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TNSlOON3qUQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMfrHeeuhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TNSlOON3qUQ/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Copy and paste code and put it in an HTML widget on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you can put it at the end of every post, that way, people are more likely to share it to their friends easily by a simple click of a button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMg85e6cBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qNTfWMfPMRA/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMg85e6cBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qNTfWMfPMRA/s640/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Go to your HTML pool in your blog and find this code. You can only find the code if you click on the Expand Widget Templates box as seen below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMiMFHjNTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G9pPqzvww3s/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMiMFHjNTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G9pPqzvww3s/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Type in CTRL + F to search through the gibberish HTML language by finding &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;If you can't find it, shorten the finding keywords to "post-footer" or whatever you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Keep pressing Enter over and over again until you see a match. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMjT3BWSBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nawTEP98zlk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMjT3BWSBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nawTEP98zlk/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After finding it, copy and paste the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Results should look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMj7y0ycEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3CWA_dEfrIU/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMj7y0ycEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3CWA_dEfrIU/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yaay! Now You have your own sharing button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Questions? Comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Leave a reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-Kiki :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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/3843035095402631348-3489508255736866028?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3489508255736866028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=3489508255736866028&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3489508255736866028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3489508255736866028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-easily-share-your-content-to.html' title='How to easily share your content  to mainstream online users'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SwMbh49F9QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FymYW5-ytRs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-5799337324624673582</id><published>2009-11-12T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:53:34.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>F Censorship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvyXIXc5dWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2oMR7HYDxyM/s1600-h/sb10069413m-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403359822927721826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvyXIXc5dWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2oMR7HYDxyM/s320/sb10069413m-001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;We all know what the letter "F" means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, don't think that I am one of those kinds of people who are extremely opinionated and go against almost anything. This was just an issue that dangled off the side of my thoughts. You really have to think it through. Every time someone cusses on television, or writes in a journal with profane words, it's is usually bleeped or censored with stars like ****. &amp;nbsp;What kind of person wouldn't know how to decode such censorship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you could decode the following curses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherf*****&lt;br /&gt;***hole&lt;br /&gt;B****&lt;br /&gt;S***&lt;br /&gt;Effing&lt;br /&gt;Holy F***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's easy to decode right? Who does &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;know what they mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it makes certain pieces of content look more "clean" and more professional, I still think it's pointless. Call me a hypocrite, but I personally like the cleanliness of content, but that is only when I post my own S***. LOL. If censorship did in fact become the regular and an offial law, I would not mind, for I do not use profanity as frequently as the average profane user would oppose censorship. Does that make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you really think about it, anyone could just curse ANYwhere in public - UNCENSORED. Do you ever think about the children around them that will hear it? If a child can read in a letter or hear such a word watching television, they will be expose to it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. The best thing we could do now is discipline children who will have that damn foul mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&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/3843035095402631348-5799337324624673582?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/5799337324624673582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=5799337324624673582&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5799337324624673582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5799337324624673582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/f-censorship.html' title='F Censorship!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvyXIXc5dWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2oMR7HYDxyM/s72-c/sb10069413m-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8149362563638648045</id><published>2009-11-09T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:53:05.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Battle of the Networking Sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402285991013639858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvjGfH1v5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vE5hh1ENuAQ/s320/social-networking-sites.png" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 291px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can anyone keep up with this?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning, my first networking account came from a wonderful blogging site called Xanga. From my educated guess, the primary users ranged from middle school students to college. Xanga was on a roll. Students all over made updates after updates, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pops the question: Why am I spending time on a site that only posts blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where MySpace's popularity escalated. It does have a blogging feature, by the way, but it's generally made for showing off your pictures, networking, and just made for commenting on people's profiles. Though it was created in 1996, it didn't gain full attention up about a decade later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an increase use in MySpace, Xanga was left in the dust. The popularity of MySpace didn't last long enough when Mark Zuckerberg created a college social networking site called "Facebook." The origin of Facebook as you all know was typically made for Harvard students, where they can rate photos of their fellow students. A couple months later, more and more colleges wanted to be a part of it. What was once used as a college-only site, turned into a networking site for millions and millions to get access to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took an entire year of harassment from all my friends to make me use Facebook. Now what do you know? I officially use Facebook with an unfortunate addiction to Restaurant City. Great. It's a great game by the way. It's by far the most pointless game in the history of games. Did I mention it's still a great game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a list of trending sites that I researched (sad attempt to be&lt;em&gt; knowledgeable&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dailybooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter - Only useful if you have a lot of fans, ahem, good for celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the various networking sites are in the picture up above too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so overwhelming. I do in fact have multiple social networking accounts, but the only ones I ever keep up with are Facebook, YouTube and Blogger. Seldom would I ever use Twitter, mainly because no one followes me. When I posted a tweet about my Google AdSense account getting disabled, I got up to 20 followers in a day! I was super excited! When I continued to post tweets about my lame life, people decided to &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;follow me. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the future can tell how all these multiple social networking sites will evolve. God bless to all the networking sites that have been abandoned. I feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your opinion on social networking sites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave a reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-8149362563638648045?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8149362563638648045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8149362563638648045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8149362563638648045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8149362563638648045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/battle-of-networking-sites.html' title='Battle of the Networking Sites'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvjGfH1v5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vE5hh1ENuAQ/s72-c/social-networking-sites.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8965696677797649522</id><published>2009-11-07T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:52:39.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Contemplating. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvY7iCIXT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/d6Q4bYZstOA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401570258951032738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvY7iCIXT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/d6Q4bYZstOA/s320/1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 199px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 244px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;It has occured to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have always told me that I have a high tolerance. Like when they witness me getting involved in tough situations, they can only wonder why I don't expose my anger, whereas the average person may go out in a rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is how I am naturally. Though I may be feeling a little hostile inside, it is pretty difficult for me to release such temper. Though with this characteristic, it has its pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Having all your feelings bottled up inside will later have its consequences in the end, and it does not look too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Keeping calm is what prevents a nasty situation from happening. I believe this is the reason why I hardly catch myself in multiple arguments that probably &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; happen if I went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I like the calmness and the efforts to avoid negative circumstances as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8965696677797649522?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8965696677797649522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8965696677797649522&amp;isPopup=true' title='234 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8965696677797649522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8965696677797649522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating. . .'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvY7iCIXT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/d6Q4bYZstOA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>234</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-3394778081857727271</id><published>2009-11-04T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:04:42.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Twitter Peek: The most pointless invention...EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvGb_UY8qJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_nMc0EjrHS4/s1600-h/TwitterPeek_1515640a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400268940301346962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvGb_UY8qJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_nMc0EjrHS4/s320/TwitterPeek_1515640a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 293px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Did anyone buy one yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The device is only meant for twittering. There is nothing else to it. No internet. No phone. No emails. You can't even access the links that are in the tweets. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft. And you know what the most ridiculous part is? It doesn't come very cheap. It costs up to $99.95. Who in what sane mind would buy such an expensive pointless device? Smart phones are a better choice. Stick with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.twitterpeek.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-3394778081857727271?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3394778081857727271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=3394778081857727271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3394778081857727271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3394778081857727271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/twitter-peek-most-pointless.html' title='Twitter Peek: The most pointless invention...EVER.'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvGb_UY8qJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_nMc0EjrHS4/s72-c/TwitterPeek_1515640a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-3903689175497235465</id><published>2009-11-03T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:52:05.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>Poverty: A straight ticket to a thin body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvD0XKo_kbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dJdRNOXKJyU/s1600-h/91325052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084632047686066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvD0XKo_kbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dJdRNOXKJyU/s320/91325052.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 303px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird to say that I lost weight for not having any money to buy food? Well, it's true. The third semester of college is passing by very swiftly as I lose a tremendous amount of weight along the way. Food at school is extremely pricey and having discipline to not spend money really does pay off. Not only that, I hate to buy food elsewhere, or buy anything in general, and I'll take every opportunity I have when someone offers to pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from a weight of 135lbs to 100lbs. I am very proud of the way my body looks. If I wasn't so insecure, I'd probably post it. But hey, even if I was NOT insecure, I probably wouldn't even have the photos to prove my success. Let's just say I lost 35lbs, which is actually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stash up all your cash and credit cards in a safe place at home before you leave the house, unless you need it for emergencies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overestimate your budget. Having this mindset will help you save even more money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend you only have $0.00 in your bank account. Only do this if you don't follow Step 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be embarassed to pick up a penny on the ground! When I was a server at a restaurant, I saw loose change everywhere! It can add up when you can collect them all! Yeah, I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; poor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all I have for now!&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-3903689175497235465?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903689175497235465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=3903689175497235465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3903689175497235465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3903689175497235465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/poverty-straight-ticket-to-thin-body.html' title='Poverty: A straight ticket to a thin body'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvD0XKo_kbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dJdRNOXKJyU/s72-c/91325052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4208917557395832670</id><published>2009-11-03T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:50:59.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Georgia Aquarium beluga whale dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it Japan's failed attempt to eat the poor damn thing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so sad. The beluga died just last Saturday. According to &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/11/03/georgia.dead.whale/index.html"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt; the cause of death was necropsy or animal autopsy. Read the story there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvDQDKcgRzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P1F5R3AmaH0/s1600-h/t1larg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400044705979320114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvDQDKcgRzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P1F5R3AmaH0/s320/t1larg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-4208917557395832670?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4208917557395832670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4208917557395832670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4208917557395832670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4208917557395832670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/11/georgia-aquarium-beluga-whale-dies.html' title='Georgia Aquarium beluga whale dies'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SvDQDKcgRzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P1F5R3AmaH0/s72-c/t1larg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4680066901178268556</id><published>2009-10-31T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:50:29.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Google Broke Up With Me! :'(</title><content type='html'>Shortly after getting terminated from Google's AdSense program, I have been led to a new awakening - I should take online monetization more seriously. The entire duration (10 months) of my whole AdSense standing wasn't very successful, since I barely did anything with it. I mean, I made only 37 bucks. Having Google ads still makes my site look good and professional, regardless of how much I am making anyways. Oh, well. I need to get off that mindset. I regret not doing anything. Now that I have been terminated, I am starting to get far into the whole internet business, ie: marketing, blogging, etc. It's weird to say this because I thought getting terminated would cause me to lose a lot of motivation. But no. I believe in the typical cliche - &lt;em&gt;"There is always an advantage to every disadvantage."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SuxZkckwgLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iI7BNDEfpBw/s1600-h/google-adsense-logo-350_0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788535990911154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SuxZkckwgLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iI7BNDEfpBw/s320/google-adsense-logo-350_0.gif" style="cursor: hand; height: 106px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how to use html layouts with Blogger please let me know. I do not want to use the basic default layouts. I have temporarily used the layout provided by Wordpress, and it didn't go so well. All the links I had at the top were invalid and it requires some good html coding. Either that or I just clearly don't know what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4680066901178268556?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4680066901178268556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4680066901178268556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4680066901178268556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4680066901178268556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-layout-confusionmore-serious-with.html' title='Google Broke Up With Me! :&apos;('/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SuxZkckwgLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iI7BNDEfpBw/s72-c/google-adsense-logo-350_0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-5140427027019213037</id><published>2009-10-28T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:50:05.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>GeoCities Closed!?!?</title><content type='html'>Wow! To tell you the truth, I almost forgot the existence of Yahoo! GeoCities. Sorry Yahoo! :/ Thanks to wasting much of my valuable time on YouTube, I learned that GeoCities was shut down on October 26, 2008. That's just 2 days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when I was very, very young that I made my own website with GeoCities, but I stopped so abrubtly since website building made me impatient - at the time. Seriously, I was only 10 years old when I had my first email account and it was on Yahoo! :) I, for some apparent reason still remember my ancient email address from 10 years ago. I would get overly excited about creating my personal website by putting links all over the place and such, including information of my favorite celebrities at the time. All that hard work comes down to nothing when I realized that I was the only viewer of my site. That's when I gave up. I was too young to build some type of interactive networking space (were there ANY kinds of fun networking sites at the time?) That's what I thought. Also, not only was I too young, I was paranoid about putting information about myself on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long GeoCities, but things evolve. I actually feel kinda sad by the way that this happened. We are now upgrading to web 3.0, it has to happen. Pretty soon, Xanga may be down. I am not sure, but when I investigated my account there just recently, nearly ALL my subscribers/subscriptions deleted their account. I like to look back in the old days from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I do not delete online accounts...well, with the exception of two. I deleted my VERY first MySpace, which only lasted 2 months because I didn't want to conform to society, but then I couldn't resist jumping onto the bandwagon. I also deleted my very first Xanga because I didn't like the profile name. It was chuckles48. OMG I still remember! :D Other than that, all my online accounts are still alive, but rarely used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use Twittter, Facebook, YouTube and Blogger as of now. Maybe in the near future, the popular sites I just mentioned are going to just disappear. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya!&lt;br /&gt;*~*Kiki*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-5140427027019213037?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/5140427027019213037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=5140427027019213037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5140427027019213037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/5140427027019213037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/10/geocities-closed.html' title='GeoCities Closed!?!?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-9176783591622132641</id><published>2009-10-26T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:49:41.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>I'm Upset</title><content type='html'>Google AdSense disabled my account. :/ Oh well. It's not like I made THAT much money on here for over a 10 month period of my AdSense's standing. I made a ridiculous $37 and before I could get my first check in the mail. :P I want to live part of my life in cyberspace and make chump change along the way...hopefully, and slowly get more traffic. I'll be like the next Perez Hilton! HA, that's not going to happen. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not very good though. It was just so random. I was looking into my Gmail inbox and then BAM! A notorious email from the AdSense team titled, "Google AdSense Account Disabled." Apparently, I have posed a "significant risk" to the AdWords advertisers. I honestly do not recall doing such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't have a traffic tracker thingamajig on my blog during my whole blog's life...not until AFTER I got the horrifying email. It turns out more people go to my blog than expected, and maybe, JUST MAYBE someone is trying to get my account disabaled by compulsively clicking on my ads. Hmm. Who knows? I didn't have a tracker during the time to PROVE to AdSense it wasn't me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the alternatives to AdSense are not so good. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me with my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AdSense employees: If you're reading this, I would like it if you reinstate my account for I do not know what really happened. I would like to get back in partnership with you all and remain in good hands... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt this helped me any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Google no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-9176783591622132641?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/9176783591622132641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=9176783591622132641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/9176783591622132641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/9176783591622132641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-upset.html' title='I&apos;m Upset'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-2912371739661200862</id><published>2009-10-18T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:49:13.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Do you believe in karma?</title><content type='html'>I have been questioning this theory of karma since I was first aware of it. I’m a little skeptical about my beliefs on the subject. The term karma is linked with the common saying “what goes around comes around” meaning if you do something good, good things will happen. If you do things bad, bad things will happen. Believers say that the universe is all connected with good and bad, and if you do a certain act, you are bound to its consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From how my life experience has been, I have a valid reason to not believe in karma. It’s a very simple explanation – I do good, bad things happen, I do bad, bad things happen. No matter where I turn, my life is damned to hell however way you look at it. Many circumstances like having a camera stolen, my car vandalized, or to making chump change while waiting tables have made me realized that I just may be cursed of some sort, though I do not believe in superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of karma seems like a laughable subject if you ask me. I mean, just because someone did an evil act doesn’t necessarily mean the same evil deed will turn back around and haunt them. It sounds like BS. Even IF something bad in turn happens to them, it won’t fool me. That’s life. S*** happens. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fact: Bad things happen to good people. Vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-2912371739661200862?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2912371739661200862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=2912371739661200862&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2912371739661200862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2912371739661200862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-believe-in-karma.html' title='Do you believe in karma?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1977793155377967145</id><published>2008-12-14T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:48:42.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Amateur Photography</title><content type='html'>Pictures from the past summer. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTGosZusNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OlWISLtCzUk/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279563065601208530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTGosZusNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OlWISLtCzUk/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTDaJwwztI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rXLW9gQ4ue4/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279559517249523410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTDaJwwztI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rXLW9gQ4ue4/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTBz69xorI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NxqTjDVObFc/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279557760930914994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTBz69xorI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NxqTjDVObFc/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTBTbqd2zI/AAAAAAAAADs/9ALZ_DgmBY4/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279557202772613938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTBTbqd2zI/AAAAAAAAADs/9ALZ_DgmBY4/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS_lC3IHzI/AAAAAAAAADk/EspE_QUCauI/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279555306329218866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS_lC3IHzI/AAAAAAAAADk/EspE_QUCauI/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS_k0TzleI/AAAAAAAAADc/4YAg0T7pO7A/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279555302422975970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS_k0TzleI/AAAAAAAAADc/4YAg0T7pO7A/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS-oedBq-I/AAAAAAAAADU/VdwFQ4IRHtw/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279554265763916770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUS-oedBq-I/AAAAAAAAADU/VdwFQ4IRHtw/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't expect too much. I'm just a person who got her hands on a professional camera and started taking random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-1977793155377967145?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1977793155377967145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1977793155377967145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1977793155377967145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1977793155377967145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/12/amateur-photography.html' title='Amateur Photography'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SUTGosZusNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OlWISLtCzUk/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4749497066755326417</id><published>2008-12-12T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:48:25.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>YouTube Partnership</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I have been denied once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear swtxwishes,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest in the YouTube Partner Program. Our goal is to extend invitations to as many partners as we can. Unfortunately we are unable to accept your application at this time. Your account does not contain sufficient original new content that represents the uniqueness of our community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4749497066755326417?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4749497066755326417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4749497066755326417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4749497066755326417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4749497066755326417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/12/youtube-partnership.html' title='YouTube Partnership'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1314672178439412480</id><published>2008-12-02T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:40:56.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What's your opinion on community colleges?</title><content type='html'>**Copied and pasted from my facebook note**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the worst decisions after graduating from high school:&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't go to a university&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m going to a damn community college&lt;br /&gt;3. I originally majored in culinary arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren’t for my terrible decisions, I wouldn’t be in this motherfucking hell hole.A culinary arts major only requires completion in a 2 year college, and then there you go. The life of an aspired chef is finally fulfilled. That was the primary reason why I didn’t even apply to a 4 year college. I thought culinary was my passion, but it’s just a damn hobby. An entire semester’s worth of tuition so far is put to waste by all of the chef classes insufficient to my unknown future career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to all my facebook friends, but listing that you go to a community college really does make your profile look like shit. I refuse to put “Collin County Community College” on mine, but I guess I already did in this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advisor over at UNT had a meeting with me not so long ago about my transferring plans. I wish to not get into detail with this, but transferring there is so easy! If I wanted to, I could be attending there this coming spring 2009. I just need to be making some hardcore cash so moving over to Denton, TX wouldn’t be such a struggle. Too bad I have unsupportive parents who won’t pay a single cent towards my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents always say that they’re poor. Poor poor poor poor poor. They repeat it several times. I didn’t even get any shit from them on my high school graduation. This is their justification: “Kiki, when we graduated from high school, our parents didn’t give us gifts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why did they give my sister a fucking Acura (which she hated) for her graduation? I asked my parents to give me a macbook, but they say it’s too expensive. Does this mean that the Acura they bought 5 years prior cost less than the macbook I always wanted? My dad is a child neurologist and my mom is a physical therapist. Go figure. We can’t possibly be that poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself right now for going to a community college. It prevents me from growing up into the real world away from my parents. They don’t even treat me like a 19 year old college student. My curfew is a ridiculous 11PM only on the weekends. See how fucked up they are? The only way I can get away from clubbing, partying and late night hang outs with friends is when I say the half-truths to my parents that I’m, “Sleeping over a friend’s house.” What the hell was I supposed to do? No 19 year old in the 21st fucking century living in America could possibly live under the strict standards of going home before 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t wait to live on my own where I can come home at anytime with no worries. My parents just don’t give me that privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A community college has caused me to be frustrated with life even more because it made me realize how many opportunities I missed out on at such an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-1314672178439412480?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1314672178439412480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1314672178439412480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1314672178439412480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1314672178439412480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-your-opinion-on-community.html' title='What&apos;s your opinion on community colleges?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-1025586817323859148</id><published>2008-11-10T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:39:41.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>The few great things about Texas</title><content type='html'>CHEAP GAS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised to see that I could actually buy a gallon of gas cheaper than my iced tall Carmel Macchiato from Starbucks! It's about freakin' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have taken 2 pictures on two different days of this one particular gas station on 14th St and Los Rios Blvd in Plano, TX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.31.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRoAHWnUghI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CWLpBC-vZI/s1600-h/valerogas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267522840492802578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRoAHWnUghI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CWLpBC-vZI/s320/valerogas.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a deep breath. I could hardly believe my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.10.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRoAoh_KM8I/AAAAAAAAACo/8ZKaxgwmy1Q/s1600-h/valerogas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523410481263554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRoAoh_KM8I/AAAAAAAAACo/8ZKaxgwmy1Q/s320/valerogas1.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices are actually cheaper than they were back in 2005 -- when I first started driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that it doesn't get higher. . . doubt these prices will stay cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-1025586817323859148?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1025586817323859148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=1025586817323859148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1025586817323859148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/1025586817323859148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-great-things-about-texas.html' title='The few great things about Texas'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRoAHWnUghI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CWLpBC-vZI/s72-c/valerogas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4945212513018454053</id><published>2008-11-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:38:44.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>CNN</title><content type='html'>CNN has an amazing hologram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that 10 years from now, holograms would not be so "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRNUi43-v8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/--cJ3endhwQ/s1600-h/4910ea2910b89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265645347685711810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRNUi43-v8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/--cJ3endhwQ/s320/4910ea2910b89.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 266px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4945212513018454053?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4945212513018454053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4945212513018454053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4945212513018454053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4945212513018454053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/11/cnn.html' title='CNN'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRNUi43-v8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/--cJ3endhwQ/s72-c/4910ea2910b89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-3851693616173128375</id><published>2008-11-04T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:38:00.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Barack Obama ELECTED PRESIDENT!</title><content type='html'>Great job guys! We did it! I knew he would become the 44th president of the United States. I can't explain enough how happy I really am. It was kind of an emotional experience for me. For nearly a year and a half, I've been by his side and all the pressures are over now. All the campaigning issues and stress -- it's all gone. Just look at how African Americans changed through history. This is a big milestone that just took place I'm very proud to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREeF0wAOfI/AAAAAAAAACI/RwnjSNY8BRY/s1600-h/t1land_obama_01_gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022524780984818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREeF0wAOfI/AAAAAAAAACI/RwnjSNY8BRY/s320/t1land_obama_01_gi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 239px; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREeF0wAOfI/AAAAAAAAACI/RwnjSNY8BRY/s1600-h/t1land_obama_01_gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-3851693616173128375?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3851693616173128375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=3851693616173128375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3851693616173128375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/3851693616173128375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-elected-president.html' title='Barack Obama ELECTED PRESIDENT!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREeF0wAOfI/AAAAAAAAACI/RwnjSNY8BRY/s72-c/t1land_obama_01_gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-6985501234980419695</id><published>2008-11-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:37:21.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>ELECTION 2008</title><content type='html'>I was glad to participate in a small group rooting for Barack Obama outside the polling place near my house today. It was an incredible experience. What made me go there was just to take pictures only of the people and the signs, but as soon as I arrived they immediately asked if I wanted to participate in what they're doing. Since I was eagar to be a part of history, I was willing to do it. Everyone was very nice. We all greeted everyone who was proceeding to vote and showed our Obama spirit. If anyone who walks past you as you're holding an "Obama-Biden" sign pretends to not notice you, then that must be a sign that they support John McCain. Our small group of Barack Obama supporters in this one precinct felt like a big group to me though. First off, there was no evidence of a McCain support group near our midst, so we felt kinda big on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few photos of "history" as I like to call it. They are a little sucky, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRESsQySDII/AAAAAAAAACA/H9ImgRt61yQ/s1600-h/DSC01032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265009991002229890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRESsQySDII/AAAAAAAAACA/H9ImgRt61yQ/s320/DSC01032.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRESsAzcJpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SjHaSQKhY2I/s1600-h/DSC01034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265009986712118930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRESsAzcJpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SjHaSQKhY2I/s320/DSC01034.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRERQ3uV_iI/AAAAAAAAABw/zCevElU1KPA/s1600-h/DSC01039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265008420906728994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRERQ3uV_iI/AAAAAAAAABw/zCevElU1KPA/s320/DSC01039.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREO8lSfGuI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlK8fWQfYGw/s1600-h/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265005873337408226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREO8lSfGuI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlK8fWQfYGw/s320/DSC01038.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SREO8lSfGuI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlK8fWQfYGw/s1600-h/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3843035095402631348-6985501234980419695?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6985501234980419695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=6985501234980419695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6985501234980419695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/6985501234980419695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-2008.html' title='ELECTION 2008'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SRESsQySDII/AAAAAAAAACA/H9ImgRt61yQ/s72-c/DSC01032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-2483078101851190672</id><published>2008-10-13T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:18:47.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Dun dun dun!</title><content type='html'>My insomnia is getting back to me again. I didn't sleep until 5AM this morning...I later woke up two hours later and decided to not go to my first class(just an optional trip to the 5 star hotel). Why? My immune system was so down that I literally couldn't concentrate. I was wide awake, yet my attention span was so small. I was even furious about where I placed my car keys even when they were in my purse the whole time. All I remember was that I yelled at everybody blaming them for taking my keys. Maybe I need to see a psych...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset that there's a NEW Blackberry just two weeks after I purchased the 8120 Pearl. Yeah, I'm late with the latest technology. Does &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;body read this? It's okay. I wouldn't read it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-2483078101851190672?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2483078101851190672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=2483078101851190672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2483078101851190672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/2483078101851190672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-i-write-creatively.html' title='Dun dun dun!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-4321910668151603698</id><published>2008-10-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:36:40.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>How awesome is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPfvRXxnDmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XUiQlG9Hlds/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPfwc7atEtI/AAAAAAAAABA/--QaRYrCnxY/s1600-h/asdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257935469755044562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPfwc7atEtI/AAAAAAAAABA/--QaRYrCnxY/s320/asdf.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to edit everything that was here during my peak unfamous stage of the whole cheat videos. When I look back, I wish I didn't make a big deal out of it, as the news did too. All the people who knew about the video had a variety of reactions. Some think that this is going to be very bad for my future, to someone telling me that I should be lucky to be on national television. All in all, I just wish I hadn't made a big deal about it. Whether it was a good or bad thing to post a 'how to cheat' video on YouTube. A lot of arrogant people who saw my YouTube video and/or saw my interview on Good Morning America thought that it's illogical to say that it's, "the viewers fault for listening to me." You know what? IT'S TRUE! I'm not responsible for their actions at all. I just OFFERED a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at this, I just think that it only depends on the person's view on cheating. No, I DO NOT regret posting my cheat video. My only association with the video is that I just produced and posted it...and then people COME to my video if they search for it. I didn't cause people to cheat. The people themselves did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was an awesome experience! haha. It's amazing to see how a simple cheat video I posted a year ago can get so much attention. That video is pretty much the only video of mine that has up to 6 figures of views. Hm, I wonder why! Damn, my video isn't even &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...I tried my best to get a decent looking screenshot. When the video is paused to get a huge play button smack in the middle, so I had to wait for the right time to press the 'Print Screen' button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-4321910668151603698?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4321910668151603698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=4321910668151603698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4321910668151603698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/4321910668151603698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever.html' title='How awesome is that?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPfwc7atEtI/AAAAAAAAABA/--QaRYrCnxY/s72-c/asdf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8681713288031908749</id><published>2008-08-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:34:16.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>You Know What?!</title><content type='html'>I really despise people who look down upon others that are going to a community college after high school. What the fuck is wrong with that? I'm going to a community college now to get my basics(associates degree) and a culinary arts certificate. It only takes 2 years by the way. From what I've seen, it really makes no difference at all, whether you're going to a community college or a BIG time university. I believe that the quality of life still may be similar if you decide to go to one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after 2 years of working and going to a [community]college, I'm planning on moving to a bigger city, like LA. I'm just so sick and tired of Texas! I moved around in this state for so many years in 4 different cities, aside from that, there are many family friends that live everywhere else, only in Texas! We visit them all the time! arugh! I'm beginning to hate this stupid state now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another thing:&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to start being in the media right now. You know, being seen in movies and television. That's also another reason why I want to move there. I'll just start off being a movie extra. If you are a union member, I hear you get paid like up to $500 a day! I think it's tons easier to be in movies/tv compared to being a musician! For at least becoming a movie extra, there's almost never a time where there is TOO MANY extras. If things don't work out for some weird reason, I have my degrees and certificates from college as my backup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8681713288031908749?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8681713288031908749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8681713288031908749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8681713288031908749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8681713288031908749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-what.html' title='You Know What?!'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8773082784462946405</id><published>2008-06-21T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:33:38.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Atheism vs. Christianity</title><content type='html'>I'll make this short and listed, and I don't have the Holy Bible references to this. If you're a Christian by the way, you SHOULD know exactly what I'm talking about. I consider myself both atheist and Christian at the same time, although I've been raised a Christian my whole entire life. There have been a few speculations that I came up with about this debate that confuses me much. I MAY be converting to atheism. This is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since God has a PLAN for us, then is it HIS fault when someone goes to Hell when they die? How about when a baby(born a sinner) dies within minutes of birth - that would be horrid for that baby to be damned to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not EVERYone has an equal likely chance of getting saved by Jesus, eventhough the Bible says so. What IF someone was raised on a deserted island, where no scriptual messages or Bibles existed? Can you seriously expect them to become a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The bible did not mention any DINOSAURS, yet stated that Adam and Eve existed near the beginning of time...science proved that humans did not exist during the Genesis phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think science is bogus, then that means you don't believe in gravity, friction, forces in life....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;4. There's a virgin Mary who brought baby Jesus to the world. You seriously can't have a baby without having sex!&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you really believe that a man named Jonah could be swallowed by a whale and STILL survive?&lt;br /&gt;6. If God is so forgiving, then why did he create Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Christians out there may say, "God works in mysterious ways!" Well, I believe that EVIDENCE overpowers FAITH. Take that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8773082784462946405?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8773082784462946405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8773082784462946405&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8773082784462946405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8773082784462946405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/06/atheism-vs-christianity.html' title='Atheism vs. Christianity'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8251846702406906292</id><published>2008-06-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:32:45.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Last Day of High School - Future Plans?</title><content type='html'>Yes, today was the last day of high school! YIPPIE! Exams went by really fast due to the fact that I'm exempt from 3 of them, so now, I just have to look forward towards graduation, which is in about 7 days...wow. CLASS OF '08 WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, as I was walking toward my car after my last exam today, there was this jacked up car accident in the school parking lot! OMG! This massive heavy duty pick-up, and a small Honda Civic were involved. HAHA. The whole entire front half of the Honda was like, gone! The pick-up just had a wheel disaligned...that was the only damage done to it! This was the highlight of the day! I feel sorry for that little boy in the red Honda....sniff* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation rehearsal starts today at 1:15. Gosh, it starts in about 30 minutes as I'm writing this, and it ends at 2:15. What's scary about it is that, if you don't go there, you don't get to WALK ACROSS THE STAGE during the real ceremony. That would be sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much of the, so-called, "bright future" ahead of me. I'm going to go to a community college to get my basics and then after that, my life will hopefully be independent. I really despise that I live with my parents and such, but graduation hasn't even started yet, so things are moving on a little slow. I'm definately NOT going to be in the medical field, earn my PhD, or become a lawyer...HELL NO! Besides, just because you have those professions doesn't necessarily mean that you're rich. It's all about money manegement and living below your means. There could be your typical office workers who are in fact, millionaires! Just look it up! Less than 15% of all millionaires are not lawyers, docs..etc., and this is excluding celebrities. By the way, I'm not liking the fact that they are extremely OVERPAID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I have sucessfully defeated senioritis, I'm looking forward to things that I enjoy doing - pilates, swimming, being with friends more.....My life is so much worry free now that I cannot contain my enthusiasm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8251846702406906292?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8251846702406906292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8251846702406906292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8251846702406906292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8251846702406906292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-high-school.html' title='Last Day of High School - Future Plans?'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843035095402631348.post-8412366168746985836</id><published>2008-05-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:31:51.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>The First Blog at Blogger - The Internet</title><content type='html'>I told myself many times not to start a Blogger account. After ending my addiction to Xanga in 2005 from being introduced to it back in 2003, I've learned to breathe. So many people used Xanga at the time. Then, MySpace came along. My best friend urged me to start a MySpace account, so I did, but really didn't do anything to it. I mean, MySpace is typically just a place to leave comments on pages and pictures. It's also a place to post bulletins to beg in desperation for all your so-called friends on MySpace to, "comment on my new picture!" It's ridiculous and it's stupid. Doing so is another way of showing to everyone that you don't have a life. That is, your life is all about taking pictures of yourself I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the fact that MySpace really wasn't a productive site to go on, in my opinion, I decided to go on YouTube. It was an accident as a matter of fact. Remember the time when Maury's wife was singing like a drunk on top of a piano? I couldn't recall what her name really was. I first heard it on the news saying such things like, "this video on YouTube got X number of views." I really wanted to see it again, so I decided on going to that one site. It's amazing how a newscaster's formality would change in a nick of time, but who could blame her? She's still human. We're all crazy in our own ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now. Back on YouTube. I created my account on February 2, 2006. Pretty much before almost every other YouTuber today. The ONE, AND ONLY reason why I created it was just so I can comment on what I think of Maury's wife. Then after that, I just started to browse through all the other videos available. One video viewing after the other, my amusement toward the site escalated through the roof. And now, I'm keeping in touch to the site. [gosh why am i taking this so seriously?] Anyways, I truly do regret all the videos I have deleted in 2006. There were so many. I believe the most special videos are the oldest ones - regardless of the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay about this whole Blogger thing. Yes, I did tell myself not to create one, but this could be a new alternative to write my mind out electronically rather than by pen and paper. I love to write in case you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, and take care my beloved friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843035095402631348-8412366168746985836?l=swtxwishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8412366168746985836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3843035095402631348&amp;postID=8412366168746985836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8412366168746985836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843035095402631348/posts/default/8412366168746985836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swtxwishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-blog-at-blogger-internet.html' title='The First Blog at Blogger - The Internet'/><author><name>Swtxwishes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292164218726215942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OND5j-rQQRg/SPRPyvV4nCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LcVGteWryBo/S220/videocam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
