<?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-8839490865744403104</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:29:10.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small small world out there...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3231906138559091501</id><published>2010-08-21T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:48:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things Girls should Know about Guys:</title><content type='html'>1. Guys hate sluts. (Eh certain guys) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" - two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes. (not reallly....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. (eyes, hair, and smile all work for me lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. (almost anything imo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method. (LOL hahahahahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never&lt;br /&gt;mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.  hahahahahahhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves. (eh some i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful/pretty. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.  (HELL YEA my god...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if 1 guy's confused, then we're all confused. (SO FUCKING TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up. (for sure here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside. (HELL YEA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. (Yea this too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you. (i laugh at this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. (yep......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.  (O YEAAAAAA......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more. (yes i fuckin agree, is all i gotta say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them. (YEA my god YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. (I'd give both, SHIET lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3231906138559091501?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/3231906138559091501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=3231906138559091501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3231906138559091501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3231906138559091501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2010/08/50-things-girls-should-know-about-guys.html' title='50 Things Girls should Know about Guys:'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1372877437068855205</id><published>2010-02-10T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:54:02.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the look</title><content type='html'>everytime I see that look on her face it pains me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever it comes to money, that look will come soon after paying the bills off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of wants and needs now... I really need to help her... but I can't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that stressed look on her face and the sorrow in her eyes.... what do I do... what CAN I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1372877437068855205?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/1372877437068855205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=1372877437068855205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1372877437068855205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1372877437068855205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2010/02/look.html' title='the look'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2816629425394477039</id><published>2010-01-24T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:35:53.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 resolutions and a major life update: Martial Arts</title><content type='html'>I've been putting this off for TOO long -.- I meant to put a new blog about my resolutions. In fact there is another part to this too... because of an old email my sifu sent me... what are my goals for this year in wing chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get outta City College of San Francisco and transfer to a CSU.&lt;br /&gt;This is number one priority no doubt. I should have been out many yrs ago but hey... that's the choices I've made in life and whatever has happened as happened. I'm only 11 units away from transferring! I NEED this to happen this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Save more money.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it. I've lavishly spent everything I earned at work in 2009 on just random crap. This year it will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Officially move out of my place in chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a big resolution to me because I know I would periodically go back there to have dinner and such. But more on officially moving in with Dana. I want to make things easier for her apartment situation and hopefully we both can move to a new and better place within a yr together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Control the stress and temper levels.&lt;br /&gt;My next goal because of Dana. I am much better than I was in the past with patience and such thanks to poker patience haha(it's crazy but it's really credited to this LOL) Also, doing Wing Chun has drastically helped me in doing so. I believe this resolution is gonna be pretty easy to achieve thanks to martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get healthier/Stay in a gym&lt;br /&gt;This means change in diet... not to the point of OMG fuck meat and this and that... but laying off the fast food, sodas, snacks etc... while also joining a gym and sticking to a fitness plan(note to self: SERIOUSLY FUCKING STICK TO IT PLEASE JIMMY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to move up to 50 No Limit by pure grinding of lower levels.&lt;br /&gt;haha this is just a throw in type of thing for online poker goals. What I will try to do is play micro stakes online poker and grind it up from 50 bucks into 1000 dollar to play 50NL. It should be quite doable around the half year/third quarter mark if I play a LOT of poker. This is only if i have time to play... so this is why I will make this goal throughout the year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's essentially it.... now onto the one that inspired me to get moving and do this blog in the first place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wing Chun goals in 2010... What do I want to achieve by the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to start off with how much I love this system of martial arts. Yes I do admit that the movie "Ip Man" is what made me go try out Wing Chun. But lemme note that I DID know about Wing Chun before because of my dad introducing it to me long long ago.. taking me to the Wing Chun school just down the block. Due to me being young back then, I never had focus and motivation to do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school I REALLY wanted to learn any form of martial arts but of course I would never have time with school work, JROTC shit, Baseball, etc... I really wanted to learn something just for self defense... people around me were jacked for cd players, ipods, money... and I myself was a victim two times for such petty bullshit. I wanted to learn something to protect myself and make myself stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm in college and I have a little bit of spare time here and there I knew I could rekindle that old flame for martial arts. When my dad gave me the DVD for "Ip Man" a movie that came out in 2008 by the way... and I NEVER knew about it until SEPTEMBER 2009 WTF right??? The old flame went from an ember to a volcanic burst! I watched that shit like 5 times within two days!!!! no lie! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept reading and reading and reading on Wing Chun online during those days and I was fascinated by everything I had seen. I then started to look for any Wing Chun schools in San Francisco... I stumbled on quite a famous one of SF which would be the US Wing Chun Kung Fu Academy taught by Chris Chan. This one would be any SF natives first choice if you were to look at his site, seriously just look at it... This is one of the most popular place in SF to go learn it... it is because it was too far that I passed this place up. I also didn't want to go to a place that would have HELLA students and I asked them how big their classes would be... and it's pretty huge.... so yea... not what I'm lookin for... I like learning martial arts in a small class. My goal was to find a place that fits my needs... somewhere close, small classes, teachers that were highly skilled, and teaching application of the techniques frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the place just a few feet from my apartment in Chinatown, Elmond Leung's Wing Tsun school. I kept trying to find a little more research on them but nothing came up... not even on yelp! I just had a gut feeling that I had to keep looking... Finally the third choice was quite a find... on yelp I found that there was ANOTHER place on Commerical St!!! I NEVER even knew about it at all! The hook, line, and sinker that caught me was that ONE single yelp review that they had.. so Joe B THANKS for such a great review for East West Wing Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug a little deeper and found their online site... I read almost every possible thing on it haha... What caught my eye is that they gave a free trial class... and I knew I would take it. I found out more about the instructor there too... dug a little deeper to find out that he was a new instructor but has been a practitioner for many many yrs. I saw on one of his blogs that his goal as an instructor was to get more new students to the class and he said that going back to basics is always good for everyone... and that was it. I knew this would be a teacher I am willing to learn as much as I can from. I had to fulfill his goal of having new students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later now I realized I slacked hard... but it was strictly due to a series of coincidences that conflicted with the classes time. I had night class on Mondays, which made me unable to go to their Monday class. Wednesdays were on and off because of me having to close at Sanrio from time to time.... After a while I requested that I no longer work on Wednesday to accommodate at least ONE day a week for Wing Chun. Fridays were the same as Wednesdays... but I could not get that day off every week...  I then got VERY sick in the beginning of December until Xmas time! It was insane! Took my ass out for 3 weeks! I was so bummed out! Then I had Xmas holiday and went to Vegas for a week, completely missing the whole month of December -.- I was so mad at myself for that month... Now that a new year was here I knew this would be something I had to focus on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I started because of being a major fan boy of a movie... but I had passion for it before and I grew more passion for it with time. Ever since I learned this I yearn to improve on it. I strive to be better on it so much... you have NO idea people... I want to perfect everything and quickly learn how to apply it properly. I know I dragged this on for quite a while but my goals for Wing Chun this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Strengthen shoulders, triceps, and knees(shoulders for Bong Sao, triceps for a more powerful punch, knees for proper structure/stance)&lt;br /&gt;As some people know, I have a bad left knee because of sports in the past. I sometimes need a brace -.-....  I have a weak ass shoulder because I can't seem to do a Bong Sao drill for long... I HATE that... this is a major goal along with working out at the gym. It'll be three body parts I wanna strengthen majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Properly do a GOOD Bong Sao.&lt;br /&gt;I had this as a goal before, but an instructor from Pleasanton school last week explained it to me SO well. I thank Derek Douville so much for what he taught me on Friday the 22nd. The wrist thing he showed me was absolutely the best thing for me to FINALLY know how to drop my shoulders and have LESS tension on it while doing a Bong Sao. Even though I think I improved a little on it, there is MUCH to improve on for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chain Punch effectively and properly.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about Wing Chun is the Chain punch. Simple and effective yet hard to master because of having to be relaxed all the way through until the point of impact. It's such an amazing punch. I wanna do it with great power, endurance to do it fast WITH power, and of course while in movement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Develop better short power.&lt;br /&gt;In Wing Chun, short power is the little bit of opening you need to completely devestate your opponent. Go look up One Inch Punch Documentary on YouTube if you dunno what it is people. That little surprise factor in application is the difference in knowledge of fighting and dumbass street fighters who keep charging in. By the way, one of my sihing, AJ, has such scary ass short power... He just launches me back all the time with his short power... and he's like... by body type and height O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rolling and Chi Sao.&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR goal here. Properly feel out rolling and applying proper forward pressure! Also, I wanna learn the sensitivity of everything coming at me... the little moment where you sense something different in your partner or opponent. People who can do blind Chi Sao are just amazing. I wanna get to that level one day.. and i know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Perfecting the Taan Sao, Pak Sao, Lap Sao.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like the basics. I love these three moves... Even at my level right now I feel like these three things are SO useful in application. This is why I wanna improve on it, structure wise and timing when a punch is coming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Achieving great to perfect structure in Siu Lim Tao(First Form) and total relaxation in Wing Chun.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, basics are THE most important thing in the world. With proper practice on it I know I can be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From fan boy to a dedicated student of Wing Chun. I feel like that's what I've become. Though they might never read this, I wanna really take some time to thank my sifu Henry Lyne, one of my sihing AJ. Those two have been the most inspiring people in the classes and I look up to them a lot. Because of my body height and size I feel learning from them will help me out a lot. Also again, thank you SO much to Derek Douville the instructor of Pleasanton.. the wrist turning helped me realize what I was doing wrong all this time with the biggest problem I've had in Wing Chun: Bong Sao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's that... as usual if you aren't tired at this point reading all this I having done my job. LOL... jk... thanks for your time whoever you are. Comments and Facebook comments would be nice =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2816629425394477039?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2816629425394477039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2816629425394477039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2816629425394477039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2816629425394477039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions-and-such.html' title='2010 resolutions and a major life update: Martial Arts'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3084788039484752649</id><published>2009-11-23T01:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:36:12.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>heh heh. this is what I was working on lately because of something I found on Dana's laptop. Because of what I read, I knew more about her and learned many new things. This is my "about me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say... I don't understand myself, but then again who does? I"m taller than your typical Asian male, and I don't wear glasses. Surprises me though because I use to play alot of video games as a kid, super close to the tv too. Hell, I still am an avid gamer. I have learned many instruments, and learned to play it well enough, but always quit in the middle of learning it. I talk in a calm manner and hates loud people, often never heard but I'll speak up so you can hear me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am fairly good at math and english, but science needs to get the hell away from me. I have many many dreams and high hopes of success, in terms of poker of course. I will never amount to the stereotypical asian parents dream of their son/daughter being a doctor or lawyer. I like to work hard most of the time because in the end I know what i did paid off. Does it always pay off? na. I walk extremely fast in the sidewalk, get the hell away if you're planning to look at scenery and talk it up while walking slowly. I blow my money on anything that sparks my interest at the moment. I don't really care if I'm successful(poker exception!); I just wanna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo on my forearm with something from my favorite past time/degenerate hobby, though it means more than what you see. I rarely change my hairstyle at all, I am just too lazy to style it in any way. My favorite color is black and white. simplicity at its best. My favorite game is poker, sit down, gimme your money, reload repeat. My music volume will be loud enough to drown your voice out but not loud enough to hurt my ears. I am ALWAYS playing with my iPhone, I had to change to unlimited text messages because I do so. I usually do my homework last minute, like... 1 hour prior to turning it in last minute. I never talk back to teachers because I respect everyone's professions. I may have my body in the seat in class, but my mind is often somewhere else or sleeping. What do I do instead of sleeping at night? Chat, browsing the web, blogging... there's always good things to write at 2am. I love chocolate and hell I even can admit I admire flowers every now and then. I prefer cash, cookies and cream ice cream, and San Francisco Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stay up for days on end, believe me I have done so before. Don't get me wrong though, i LOVE to sleep... when I do I hibernate. I enjoy bus/train/car rides, just as long as it's empty/not crowded within 10 ft of me. I don't have a favorite store because I love online shopping, because hell, there's just more out there in the interwebs. My favorite weather is hot weather but not to the point where I can't freaking breathe. One day , when things are stable in life and things go right, I want to really pay my mom back for all she's done. Also, have disposable income so I can satisfy my poker cravings, and even then I'm out to destroy the competition and win. I drink anything, soda, water, alcohol, you name it I'll probably drink it. I want to kill all bugs in the world and pigeons too, they are nothing but parasites to humans. Then again humans are a parasite on earth.. meh whatever. I hate losing and failing at what I have my mind set on doing. I. HATE. FAILURE. But if you fail it's ok. I can make a lie/illusions into reality because I will be very consistent with it and I have a great memory... so don't try to lie to me or tell me contradictions because I'll pick up on it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have to know what time it is, because I have my phone on me ALL the time. I'm secretly a perv, but no one knows about that because I'm really a nice guy. I hate people who don't know how to drive and signal. I also hate bikers who don't respect drivers and blame others if they're the one at fault. WHY would you seriously zoom downhill on a bike crowding the lanes when you're all suppose to "share". I can't swim I would seriously be dead on the spot in deep water. I can't do much on wheels either... like roller blade, skateboard, bike, scooter but I can drive. I have a broken family but that's ok, who doesn't nowadays. I'm jealous of those who are my age and already have graduated because it reminds me of how much I've slacked off, but in a way it's also a motivation to finish school ASAP. I've lost friends, I've gained more in place of them. I am competitive and extremely prideful when it comes to representing a school or company for work. I defend the honor of what I represent, and try to make them the best of the best. Competition keeps me alive and gives me a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk all day and night then sit at a park till morning and then repeat. Just to think about life, make fun of passer-bys, or just bake in the sun. I am a picky eater. I hate seafood and vegetarian meals. Give me a book to read and I'll burn it, unless it's poker related. I like girls based on their personality, looks are a bonus too of course but it's never the first thing I notice(ok maybe I lie a little here, but hell it IS typical of us humans to judge by looks on first sight). I like originality, but throw in a curveball and twist here and there too please. Of course I want someone in my life, but when an opportunity comes, I run because of my past. It took me many MANY and I meant MANY years to finally get over it and accept that it was over. I can't use the excuse that I'm too busy for a relationship because things like this? We have to make time. I always wanted to be in love but I am afraid of the consequences if it goes bad. I'm not an artist, writer, or genius, but I am a believer. I believe that one day everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to someone: No more running. Let’s just take things day by day and never worry about consequences. Because if we are afraid of the end before anything even starts, then it's already over in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe in this, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for me… I had the same mentality for your last few line before I met you... and now.. I know everyday will be alright in the end because I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3084788039484752649?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/3084788039484752649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=3084788039484752649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3084788039484752649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3084788039484752649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2282275872538269372</id><published>2009-10-12T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:46:16.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZbqvAGsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J6IHwimh_aI/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZbqvAGsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J6IHwimh_aI/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391892248243739330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZbH4hSOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2DOgDoepjLQ/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZbH4hSOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2DOgDoepjLQ/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391892238888421602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZa7mGaXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CVRfNMwk7Vc/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZa7mGaXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CVRfNMwk7Vc/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391892235589937522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suppose to look like a heart on her pillow haha =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me i didnt take a pic of the actual flowers i got her... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised her with this all thanks to her dorm mates helping me set this up haha... knowing she wasnt gonna be in the city on sunday i got into her room thanks to em and we set this up =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda both an im sorry for friday, and happy one month thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;it's been happiest month ive ever had =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2282275872538269372?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2282275872538269372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2282275872538269372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2282275872538269372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2282275872538269372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/10/suppose-to-look-like-heart-on-her.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/StPZbqvAGsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J6IHwimh_aI/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8022747470112552320</id><published>2009-09-28T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T04:00:43.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How we met</title><content type='html'>I guess out of nowhere I decided to write something like this. She also had something like this on her laptop called My Life Story, and I guess I was inspired to do something similar to it because I want to remember all the moments I have had with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story about a girl that has made me the happiest I have ever been in… oh I dunno… about 5 years? Everyone is wondering, who is Dana Lo?… everyone was surprised at me having a girlfriend… I guess it IS quite surprising when it comes to me dating someone. After all, I never had another girl after “LSP”. The question: who is she! and of course the most popular one of all: HOW DID YOU GUYS MEET/START… and here it is… just to warn you, it’s pretty detailed and long. So don’t bitch at me if you decide to read it haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around July of 2009, we needed another key holder/supervisor for Sanrio… Usually turning away many many applicants… yes it’s quite selective there. One day a girl comes into the store… an Asian girl, most of our employees (if not all besides me) were of Latin descent. Like many other applicants I wasn’t too wow by the way she came up to me or anything, of course looks can be incredibly deceiving. I usually attempt to browse over their resume and see if anything catches my eye before giving a lame ass speech giving them false hope of being hired and that MAYBE they’ll get a call back.. which they never do by the way. Haha.. sooooo Dana comes into the store one day… a TALL Asian girl wearing all black, nerd/dorky glasses, with a Plaid kitty head handbag. First thing I assumed is that: “eh, it’s just another Hello Kitty fan girl who wants to work at a Sanrio for discounts and such” and then I began to glance at her application… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed at this point is that she was a former employee of Oakridge Mall Sanrio in San Jose! AND surprisingly, a girl with supervisor experience! After noticing that I quickly glanced up and asked more questions. After knowing more about her past experience at Sanrio, I just told her what I always tell everyone, your resume looks nice, availability looks nice, you might get a call. Though I didn’t realize that Elena decided to actually do it and hire her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, her name was on the schedule and I was curious on who the new girl is, not knowing that it was her. When I met her on her first day, I remembered who she was due to her handbag haha… and just to note, I was not interested in her at all when she was hired, but everyone was saying to me: DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL PLEASE! It was an inside joke that refered to a past employee that I ended up liking because I was WOWed by her the moment she walked in one day for her interview but that’s not a story I wanna get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first three days of her time at Sanrio I was the one that showed her the ropes on being a lead there. After that I never got to see her much or work with her at all because our school and work schedule is exactly the same and that if she opened one day, I would basically come in when she leaves. I decided to scare my manager by saying things like: “hey say hi to Dana for me!” or “hey Elena, I wanna get to know Dana better *wink wink*” or stuff along those lines but I never ever meant it for real haha…. SO, we have the occasional HI and BYE once in a while when I come in to start/she leaves her shift but nothing ever clicked in my mind that said “hmmm I wanna know this girl more” as far as im concerned she was just another coworker… that soon changed… haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, I began to meet a lot of new people in my life. Particularly one girl that sparked my interest was someone I shall dub: “J”. After meeting J at a one event with other friends, I thought she was pretty cute in her own way and we all had a lot of fun that night. Soon after we all hung out again, and I wanted to get to know her more. Although my intention was to talk to her more, it never happened due to work and my schedule, also me going home hella late all the time and I get tired and just stopped staying up late. I guess I kept putting it off to conversate with this girl and I began to lose that little crush I had haha… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late August, the day of Adrian’s (my former boss of 3 yrs at Sanrio) wedding reception, I was working 9:30-4pm while Dana came in at 4pm. As I left, I told her if there was anything wrong just call me and ill help you out… this was something I always told other coworkers, nothing special… just cuz I don’t want them to bother Elena, so I suggest to them to contact me first unless its something Manager related… but anyways… after I got off that shift, I decided I had to make it to Adrian’s wedding reception no matter what! I WILL NOT MISS IT FOR THE WORLD! She’s is my Caucasian older sister! So I ended up making it, and around 8:30 or so I get a call from Sanrio, and it was Dana. She was alone at the store because there was no one else closing with her that night, and it just so happens the fire alarm goes off around the mall/in our store. Just to note, false alarms happen extremely frequently at Westfield Mall, if there is a “boy who cried wolf” story for malls, this would be it. She was panicking a little and I reassured her that it happens quite a lot and you shouldn’t worry, and just check around if there’s fire anywhere in our store…. If there isn’t then it’s fine haha… after that little problem was resolved, something just sparked in my head that said, you know what… I kinda wanna chat with this girl some more… so before we hung up, I hesistantly said: “Hey Dana, text me your  number so I can have it for emergencies like this or anytime I need something about work ok?” and she agreed to do so after she closed and got off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up receiving a text from her saying that HEY it’s her and this is my number. So throughout the rest of the evening at the reception I just decided to chat with her, and we managed to carry on a good conversation for a good hour or more. So from that night all be proceeded to chat every single night via text messages… this lasted for about a good two weeks… now this is where it gets interesting haha… during one of our convos, I mentioned that “hey the first shift we have together is on the 15th of September! We finally will work together for once! Maybe we can hang out after we close cuz I wanna get to know you better.” She gladly agreed that we should… though what happened after was quite unexpected. She mentioned to me on the 7th that I should come visit her at the store, she was working that night and I was off because im always off Mondays… so I had a little free time and decided hey, why not, ill surprise her before she closes.. and it seemed like she was very happy to see me because two of our other coworkers said to me that she was blushing when I came in and was talking to her… haha… and decided to tease her a little about it after I left and told me she was smiling and very happy to see me after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, the 8th, I was the one closing and she was off… she decided to drop by during my shift with her friends because she was hanging out downtown and just came to say hi and buy a few things here and there… good to see her… and…. During my break that shift, I was talking to her and found out that she likes to take walks at night by herself… being the nice guy that I am I decided to say things along the lines of: “hey I don’t want you being alone, why don’t you come meet me at the store after I close and I can walk with you and we can chat!” Which we ended up doing… and we went to Huntington park in nob hill area… which is my favorite park of all at night… I found out so much about her that night….and it was just a beautiful (but freakin cold as hell) night and we chatted for well over 2-3 hours there. We finally noticed the time and that we had to catch the last M outbound to State! Luckily we caught a cable car back down to Powell! I decided to bring her back to her dorm just for her to be safe… and ended up having to ride the 91 owl at 1:25am back home. Nothing happened between us that night but just chatting and a hug at the end when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night after that, the 9th, I was once again closing, and she was off and was gonna be at a concert in japantown. We decided to meet up once again, and I met her friend that went to the concert with her, nice guy. Then I decided to bring her to the Pier/Fisherman’s Wharf area. OH! Just to note, she’s not from San Francisco but has been here time to time from San Jose. She is an SF State student that is dorming there on her first yr of college. I decided that hey, that would be a nice place to bring her around… we caught a cable car just in time heading to the wharf… this was her 2nd time riding it, first time was the previous night… and she loved the views on these rides… being a photography admirer and an artist… she loves these type of things… we walked and talked around the wharf, I showed her Aquatic Park, Gharadelli square, walked by Galileo to see their new NICE ass football field, and during all this time we chatted about our lives, of course my high school life was brought up since we were in this area haha… walked back on polk towards swensens… and we chatted in front of there till the 45 bus to downtown came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracking back a bit, she always had a thing on her AIM status message that said metaphorically, things about fruits. I asked her about it and she didn’t say anything because she didn’t wanna mention it and I didn’t really care about it until it started changing as we hung out and I realized it was a metaphor for guys. As I first entered her life, it said: “I now have 6 fruits :O” After we started chatting a lot and hung out, it said “one of the fruits is starting to ripen :)”&lt;br /&gt;So! During this wait for the 45 I asked her about what that meant. And she refused to talk about it and reveal it to me, but I managed to make her explain to me what it was. Even though I already guessed it correctly in my head that it was indeed about guys that probably are interested in her at the moment/hitting on her, and that I would be that one that is catching her attention haha… and yes I was that stupid fruit. Hahaha… I just wished she didn’t use the term FRUIT. LOL look it up if you dunno what that insult means haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to find out about the 5 other “fruits” and they all seemed like douchebags to me, so yea… no wonder I was ripe. LOL… in doing so I found out more about her and her past… and I would never be like the guys of her past for sure… I guess during this bus ride I summed up the courage to hold her close to me and hold her hand… she openly accepted it.. =]… again I brought her home to her dorm… managed to catch the last M once again and once again I had to take that same 91 Owl at 1:25 am… and in the end before I left I hugged her, and as we were face to face again she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th we hung out again, nothing much but just chillin at her dorm, no absolutely nothing happened guys. Don’t think anything of it. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11th, I was working and she had a day off, I knew she was gonna be in Berkeley that night with her friends until 10pm ish.. I get off at around 9pm… and that whole day I just wanted to see her so bad… so I decided to surprise her after work and just pick her up at Berkeley… luckily she WAS still in Berkeley as I headed over there and caught her at the BART stop… just went back to State, and chilled till 12am… now, the whole day I was at work I had her on my mind and was talking to my other co workers about her and how I wanted to make it official but was debating on it, whether if it would seem too soon for us… and I realized it didn’t matter about time and such, our chemistry is good and it felt right, so I decided I’ll do it… and since it was still 9-11 11:50 something I didn’t wanna make it official on THAT specific day, yea call me lame whatever, I just don’t want a 9-11 anniversary ya know? LOL… so I managed to hang out with her till past 12am anyway… and while waiting for the M back downtown, we sat there at the SF state stop and I was ready to ask her to be my girlfriend… my ass managed to stutter and hesitate three fucking times before I could spill it out and asked… Dana how do you feel about me… and us… and where are we at right now in this? And all the answers were basically summed up to this: it feels perfect… and the feelings were mutual, so I was finally able to ask her, and say, hey, let’s make it official then? She smiled and agreed to… 9-12-09 12am-ish.. it was real… and I have never been happier…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, refer to the post before this: http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-girl-that-came-into-my-life.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have her in my life... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8022747470112552320?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8022747470112552320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8022747470112552320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-we-met.html' title='How we met'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8330720654449871258</id><published>2009-09-18T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:09:05.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl that came into my life...</title><content type='html'>It's 4am... Friday Sept 18th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep at all cuz I have her on my mind... it feels so unbelievably surreal even at this moment... I'm so grateful to whatever being is out there that i have her in my life... this is the happiest I have been in many MANY years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana... what can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her clumsiness, the way she says strawberry and berry in such a cute way cuz she cant say it at all(LOL), all her adorable little comments, her randomn thoughts and rants, the touch of her hand, her hugs, her kisses, the sweet scent of her when I hold her close, our late night walks and talks, late night bus rides, waking up to a text message from her, working together, how much opposite we are and yet so alike, her art, her style, her hair, her eyes... etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly is how much she makes me smile everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on... but you get the idea... and im finally feeling sleepy... haha.. so yea... all in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy is sprung. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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life...'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-4432124271107171221</id><published>2009-08-11T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:08:02.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrition guide for work out</title><content type='html'>you are what you eat so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;-cereal no sugar, skim or no fat milk&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-oatmeal no sugar&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-ham/turkey sandwich with eggs wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;-Salad with chicken breast strips or something like wise&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-Subway sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;-Rice, chicken breasts, veges &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-whole wheat pasta, chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks if needed during the day:&lt;br /&gt;-Apple or banana&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-Protein bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscle Milk usage:&lt;br /&gt;-about 30 minutes before workout&lt;br /&gt;-before going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that set, p90x starts soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-4432124271107171221?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/4432124271107171221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=4432124271107171221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>*Back and Abs everyday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chest and Triceps&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Legs(quads, hamstrings, glutes, calves) and Cardio&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Shoulders, Biceps&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Legs(quads, hamstrings, glutes, calves) and Cardio&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3782812741628833673?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/3782812741628833673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=3782812741628833673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>alright i decided to keep track of my own progress in my summer workout... via this blog haha...i kinda lost track of what day it is exactly but wutever lets just call it as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow will be day 21 i think... and i was doin it hardcore status by doing full body workouts for 5 days in a row.. now i realized that it is hella stupid to do that -.- no time for muscle recovery... and i am in no way a fast recovering guy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, recommended by one of my friends, I will switch to a four day workout plan and focus on these from Monday to Friday from tommorow on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chest and Triceps&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Back, Cardio, Abs&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Shoulders, Biceps and Abs&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Legs(quads, hamstrings, glutes, calves) and Cardio&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sets of 4, Reps 12, 10, 8, 6. &lt;br /&gt;Supplements: Muscle Milk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8523220643117844695?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8523220643117844695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8523220643117844695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8523220643117844695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8523220643117844695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/07/workout-tracker-day-20-i-believe.html' title='Workout tracker Day 20 i believe..'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1432667053122857111</id><published>2009-07-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:01:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>These few weeks have been great... but it's been extremely hard on me both mentally and physically&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1432667053122857111?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8553620650135833372</id><published>2009-05-26T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:52:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late May Statements</title><content type='html'>The rules are to write statements about people without mentioning their name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wonder if I could really hold back what I really wanna say to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;2. I keep lying to you but it's only because you don't believe me on anything I say anyway...&lt;br /&gt;3. You and your group seriously looks like they're running in a circle in life with no end anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;4. The pain you're going through is the same thing I go through everyday.. and i mean EVERY damn day...&lt;br /&gt;5. There are so many times where I really wish you were here just so I can have deep talks with you again&lt;br /&gt;6. Bless my soul and give me the strength to focus and be strong...&lt;br /&gt;7. You weird me out, but I'm interested in you... but for immoral reasons...&lt;br /&gt;8. As long as I don't get fired anytime soon, the rest of the team and I will be toughing out all the bullshit right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;9. Yo, we need to talk more!&lt;br /&gt;10. Not gonna give up on you&lt;br /&gt;11. What did I tell you? I told you he was a douchebag and would use you again... just gotta learn the hard way huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8553620650135833372?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8553620650135833372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8553620650135833372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8553620650135833372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8553620650135833372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-may-statements.html' title='Late May Statements'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-403482917420669408</id><published>2009-04-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:05:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW this is pretttty damn good indeed! i can agree with it 100% honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-403482917420669408?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/403482917420669408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=403482917420669408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/403482917420669408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/403482917420669408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/04/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2565858414012502113</id><published>2009-04-02T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:13:54.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The rules are to write statements about people without mentioning their name.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I added one letter for the name of the person that I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - 1. I love/hate how much it feels like the past now since we talk more.&lt;br /&gt;J - 2. I feel like I keep letting you down, even though i never show it.&lt;br /&gt;A - 3. You're like a mother to me, even though you hate being called old haha. i guess i can call you an older sister like person in my life then.&lt;br /&gt;G - 4. Don't be retarded.&lt;br /&gt;L - 5. We really can't talk like before huh?&lt;br /&gt;A - 6. I REALLY really wish you were in SF.&lt;br /&gt;G - 7. Bless my soul and give me the strength to focus and be strong...&lt;br /&gt;A - 8. It's not in my place to say this but, stop gambling and teach your fuckin daughter some better values please?&lt;br /&gt;A - 9. Money money money money money.. that's all it is with you.&lt;br /&gt;K - 10. In the short period of time I've known you, you affected my life alot lately and I thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;L - 11. (I had trouble with this one, but it came down to these words.)&lt;br /&gt;Look... I don't hate you... I hate the way you unconsciously treated me, I just want you to truly deeply realize it all... Also, I apologize for the 26th and the 27th.... i really do... but yes.. there's a lot of tension...&lt;br /&gt;T - 12. My bad lol... Um.. Here's a good one for ya, I want one order of your tofu dish lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2565858414012502113?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2565858414012502113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2565858414012502113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2565858414012502113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2565858414012502113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-statements.html' title='April Statements'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2495591688425019326</id><published>2009-04-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:03:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna hold your hand</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen "Nick &amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist," shame on you. The movie is fantastically awesome, and there's one scene where the Asian guy (bonus points!) Dev, goes, "Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles, they knew what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big? 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand'.  First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blowjob or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from someone's article... that is just PERFECTly worded right??? i gotta watch this movie now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2495591688425019326?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2495591688425019326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2495591688425019326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2495591688425019326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2495591688425019326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-hold-your-hand.html' title='I wanna hold your hand'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-504800025418439852</id><published>2009-03-31T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:06:42.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my facebook</title><content type='html'>Karma. One way or another it will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up from behind. But karma will always find us. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about to do something that we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... well, it goes without saying. We do it anyway... Well, maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories... Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human... Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part of kicking a habit is WANTING to kick it. I mean, we get addicted for a reason, right? Often, too often, things that start out as just a normal part of your life at some point cross the line to obsessive, compulsive, out of control. It's the high we're chasing, the high that makes everything else fade away. Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse.... How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? When is it all just too much for us to bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach. We wish because we need help and we're scared and we know we may be asking too much. We still wish, though, because sometimes they come true... Don't wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don't. In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that make us hold it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-504800025418439852?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/504800025418439852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=504800025418439852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/504800025418439852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/504800025418439852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-my-facebook.html' title='From my facebook'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3804612323689701480</id><published>2009-03-26T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:06:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SctTlaR8eOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qdfa34TFbJs/s1600-h/n849810520_5334413_6478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Well... seems like it's still the same feelings after all&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are idiots haha&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm really trying... but it's easier to just not say anything to you. We probably will never successfully keep up with each other and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do something with your life!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate being with you... most of the time at least...&lt;br /&gt;6. She's just like a maze, where all of the walls continually change...&lt;br /&gt;7. I am guilty of forgetting about you... but i dont know if its a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Winner winner... chicken dinner.... we will fuck up vegas in one and a half months!&lt;br /&gt;9. As much as i hate to admit it, i love you guys around the house.&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeing you two always makes me sad, but you're family so whatever....&lt;br /&gt;11. It's a love/hate thing when i randomly think of you, I pretty much think about u everyday and just wonder how you're feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-7254328780363519943?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/7254328780363519943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=7254328780363519943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7254328780363519943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7254328780363519943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-that-time-againnnn.html' title='its that time againnnn'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8954637930676897760</id><published>2009-01-29T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:07:16.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures of the plushes and the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;The plushes are approximately knee high to my body and im 5 ft 9in... i took pics to compare and give you a general idea of its size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink blanket is a size of a throw blanket... roughly 3ft by 5ft... and not too big not too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green blanket is HUGE.... it took two employees to spread it out hahaha.... but its a very nice design... i cant even measure this by eye.. but enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Tokidoki%20Hello%20Kitty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Tokidoki%20Hello%20Kitty/th_Picture080.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Tokidoki%20Hello%20Kitty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Tokidoki%20Hello%20Kitty/th_Picture119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Tokidoki%20Hello%20Kitty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture084.jpg" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8954637930676897760?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8954637930676897760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8954637930676897760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8954637930676897760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8954637930676897760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-are-pictures-of-plushes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6648954883296709616</id><published>2009-01-22T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:24:06.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>libra</title><content type='html'>had a looooooooooong talk with my libra twin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dunno what to think anymore.... its really really getting insane..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-6648954883296709616?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6648954883296709616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-17042819720204942</id><published>2009-01-01T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:45:15.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartenderrrr</title><content type='html'>A list of shit that should be at all parties, so i can make you some GOOD shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take requests too, and ill learn the drinks fast =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplies list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Bottles of Vodka&lt;br /&gt;2 Bottles of Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Patron Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Blue Curacao&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Triple Sec&lt;br /&gt;2 Bottles of Gin&lt;br /&gt;2 Bottles of White Rum Bacardi&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Sweet and Sour Mix&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Kahlua coffee liqueur&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Stoli Vanilla Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Frangelico&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Cream de Cacao&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Hynotiq&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Hennessey&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Jameson's Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Midori&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of JagerMeister&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Goldschlager&lt;br /&gt;2 Bottles of Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Grenadine&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Rose's Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Bacardi 151&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle Amaretto&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Sake&lt;br /&gt;Any Beer&lt;br /&gt;Smirinoff Ice?&lt;br /&gt;Guiness&lt;br /&gt;Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;Light Cream or Milk&lt;br /&gt;Whipped Cream&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;Sprite&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;Pinapple Juice&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;ICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal needs:&lt;br /&gt;"Shooter" Cups&lt;br /&gt;Regular Cups&lt;br /&gt;Shot glasses&lt;br /&gt;Straws&lt;br /&gt;Bottle Top pourers&lt;br /&gt;Shaker&lt;br /&gt;Towels&lt;br /&gt;Napkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AMF&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Blue Curacao&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Gin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Bacardi White rum&lt;br /&gt;2oz Sweet and Sour mix&lt;br /&gt;2oz Sprite, 7up, sierra mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blow job&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Baileys irish cream first&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Kahlua to top&lt;br /&gt;Whipped Cream garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Stoli Vanilla Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Frangelico&lt;br /&gt;Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate martini&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Creme de Cacao&lt;br /&gt;Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Incredible Hulk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Hynotiq&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Irish Highball&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Jamesons irish whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Ale to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kamikaze&lt;br /&gt;1 part Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 part Triple Sec&lt;br /&gt;1 part Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Long Island Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Bacardi White Rum&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Gin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Triple Sec&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 oz Sweet and Sour mix&lt;br /&gt;splash of Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Melon Ball&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Midori Melon&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;4 oz OJ or Pinapple juice&lt;br /&gt;Shake&lt;br /&gt;(try with splash of sprite if you wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Midori Sour&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Midori&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Sweet and Sour mix&lt;br /&gt;shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Prairie Fire (warning not something to fuck with and is only for the brave)&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1 dash of Hot Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11a. Flaming Dr Pepper (EXTREME!!! use caution motherfuckers!)&lt;br /&gt;3/4th part Amaretto&lt;br /&gt;1/4th Bacardi 151 (enough to burn)&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Jager Bomb&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;1-2 oz Jagermeister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Irish Car Bomb&lt;br /&gt;1/2 shot Baileys irish cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 shot Jameson Irish Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Guiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sake Bomb&lt;br /&gt;Sake&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Screwdriver&lt;br /&gt;OJ to top&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14a. Cape Codder:&lt;br /&gt;-1 1/2 oz. Vodka&lt;br /&gt;-Fill with Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14b. Woo Woo:&lt;br /&gt;-1 oz. Vodka&lt;br /&gt;-1 oz. Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;-Fill with Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14c. Fuzzy Navel:&lt;br /&gt;-1 1/2 oz. Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;-Fill with Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14d. Hairy Navel:&lt;br /&gt;-1 oz. Vodka&lt;br /&gt;-1 oz. Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;-Fill with Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14e. Madras:&lt;br /&gt;-1 1/2 oz. Vodka&lt;br /&gt;-Fill with equal parts Orange and Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sex on the beach&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;equal OJ&lt;br /&gt;equal Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Tequila Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Grenadine first&lt;br /&gt;1 shot Tequila&lt;br /&gt;OJ topper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. White Russian&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Coffee Liqueur&lt;br /&gt;Light Cream topper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Black Russian&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;3/4 oz Coffee liqueur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Colorado Bulldog&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Coffee Liqueur&lt;br /&gt;cream&lt;br /&gt;Coke splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tokyo Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz rum&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz gin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz 1800® Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz triple sec&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Midori&lt;br /&gt;Sprite splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Liquid Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Jagermeister&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Goldschlager&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Bacardi 151&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-17042819720204942?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/17042819720204942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=17042819720204942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/17042819720204942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/17042819720204942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2009/01/bartenderrrr.html' title='Bartenderrrr'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1445443783317216577</id><published>2008-12-27T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:52:42.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statements time</title><content type='html'>Well since dorkface did it again... I felt like doin one tooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statements thing:&lt;br /&gt;Write a statement about someone in your life without saying their name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually people aren't allowed to know which one is to them but if some people wanna ask me then I'll truthfully tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally. That's all I can say...&lt;br /&gt;2. I think you're lame as shit cuz you're going nowhere with your life right now&lt;br /&gt;3. As cool as we are I wanna know you in a different way&lt;br /&gt;4. What the hell happened to us?.....&lt;br /&gt;5. You're so lost right now but if only you can open your eyes and appreciate all the good in your life.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a fucking job foo... But you're so lucky you're winning alot  daily at poker you lucksack.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Stop assuming so much shit please!&lt;br /&gt;8. I had changed this number 8 statement 6 times.. And deleted it over and over... I can't say it cuz there is too much to say and no one will ever know who it's too I'm serious don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;9. You're miss independent... And that's why I love ya in my life... I haven't used that word in a awhile. And yea I admit I love ya alot in my life and don't take it the wrong way. *No flirt* for real...&lt;br /&gt;10. It's so fun being around you. I miss you being in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh getting sleepy for real. And all this was typed on my iphone.. I'll continue later during work break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1445443783317216577?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/1445443783317216577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=1445443783317216577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1445443783317216577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1445443783317216577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/12/statements-time.html' title='Statements time'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8930256069081232323</id><published>2008-12-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:55:09.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoastaaa</title><content type='html'>you will find that one perfect person... I guarantee there is a ton of people out there with the same problem and if both you and all those people would stop coming down so hard on yourself and open your eyes just a bit wider you may just spot that one person that makes your heart stop. They just might be right in front of your face all along. Dont give up... and im sure your rollercoaster of a life will shoot up to the top... we all have certain uncomfortable moments on the rollercoaster... the thrill of climbing up... and proper preparation of the upcoming downfalls and random loops and tosses of life... when you go up u, have to go down... we all do and when you get off the ride, just walkaway smiling knowing that you had one HELL of a ride and at least you tried it... Dont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill continue this later tonight at home... no more time on break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8930256069081232323?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8930256069081232323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8930256069081232323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8930256069081232323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8930256069081232323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/12/rollercoastaaa.html' title='Rollercoastaaa'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-4734265062086109823</id><published>2008-11-20T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:19:14.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>browsing and i got to thinking</title><content type='html'>mmmmmm hmm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was browsing around people's blogs... well the ones that i have saved on the side at least, and i stumbled upon one from an old friend of mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt wanna think of it as me, but it sounded like it was about me, and its that she forgot my birthday... at this point if you're reading this you know im talking about you haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this got me thinking ALOT.... and really, not having the person here in person really really changes things... it either eats away at you slowly and you simply just disappear from each other without any words, and THAT is letting time fuck you over.... or... you actually chose to avoid em completely because of certain personal reasons i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after reading it over and over, it felt like it definitely was towards me cuz when i thought about it more, she was one person that i thought that wouldve said something and yet... nothing. im not mad about it at all though ok? so dont beat yourself up about it, and its wayyyyy past already. i really dont care haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i started realizing how much i missed you in my life.... what we had before you left... and hey you gotta do what you gotta do. alot of old memories of you started popping up again, and well... i gotta say i even had a dream about you not so long ago, and with all this said, i know we'll talk again... i got something else to say to ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-4734265062086109823?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/4734265062086109823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=4734265062086109823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4734265062086109823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4734265062086109823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/11/browsing-and-i-got-to-thinking.html' title='browsing and i got to thinking'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-7678170567522258256</id><published>2008-11-17T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:51:31.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that was private posted before, but it's been said now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This actually was posted a few days ago by me but just private posted. This situation ran through my head, and it has been said to the person i needed to tell it to. The response from her was exactly what i expected, I actually got it as accurate as i thought i would weird huh? Well... I'm glad you know... I believe I needed this out in the open or I'd go crazy hah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not easy for me to hide my feelings and just act like I don't feel how i do ya know. And I'm sure you know that. The only way I've known how to maintain great conversations with someone (primarily female I mean) is just by talking about things on a personal level. And thats who I am.  But, it's hard when one person doesn't share their side of feelings. I pray it doesn't feel like im pushing it and pushing it with the "hey _____ open up nao kthnks" thing ya know?  But in order for us to be able to talk comfortably like before(in my eyes only maybe), is that I would like to know, hey what's up and what's going on in your heart and mind. That's why I feel things are different... and in a way I just stopped trying with you because I feel like I will never be able to get simple connection that with u. Not to dwell in the past, but like looking back at old convos it's like, you didn't realize it but you DID open up to me before... Ok, actually maybe u did realize it actually, sorry. But I'm just wondering like, where did it go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NOTHING and no one in my life that I would tell your business to and whatever you say is always gonna be between me and you and yet you choose not to believe me on this... I don't understand how come it's so hard for you to do so and I really really wish you did, I really wish you do believe me. It's really hard to hear something like, I dont believe you... because I believe I'm a good person, and it's just killing me when you say that and that I can't do anything about it. Am I asking too much to be trusted by you?  You know me very well, at least i hope u do.. but really... its that hard for u to believe me?... simple = complicated eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I dunno it's just my biggest wish right now, for you to believe my words... they're just 100% heart felt and honest. It pains me to spill my heart like this. It hurts A LOT when I constantly CONSTANTLY keep hearing the words "I don't want to" or "I don't know". I never would exploit you with your own business, and i would never take advantage of u with information u tell me... it just kills me... All I'm asking is to TRY to let me in, give me a shot, little by little maybe? I dunno.... just try and you'll know... I'll never tell a soul about anything u say to me i promise that... I really care about you as a friend and a person ya know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't want to send out a wrong signal towards me... because of how I feel about you... maybe thats why you choose to close up.... you're not gonna be doing that just cuz u open up ok? It doesn't mean that you having the same feelings towards me back ok?... I know that... and I'm not expecting that at all. Just before the first time I told you how I feel, we were talking ALOT and just having great conversations. Then all that drama happened, and after that event it was like... progressively getting to where we are now... and yes... It IS probably based on how I feel about you. I dunno how much this means to you but it means alot for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust you, I believe everything that you say to me... I trust you with all my heart ya know..&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps I'm askin for somethin thats really of incredibly high importance to u, which is your trust in me. I know this is not easy at ALL for you. I may not understand what broke your trust in people... I wish i did, and I would love to restore that trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all... I would like to have that trust reciprocated ya know?.... is that SO much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if this came out all desperate and needy, but that isn't my intended goal. The main point of this is for you to really see the depth of how important it is to me that you are this way. I really wish you could deeply understand how much I care.&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/8839490865744403104-7678170567522258256?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/7678170567522258256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=7678170567522258256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7678170567522258256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7678170567522258256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-that-was-private-posted.html' title='Something that was private posted before, but it&apos;s been said now.'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-7219798817923668293</id><published>2008-11-06T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:26:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring life</title><content type='html'>yea its pretty damn tiring that im going out all the time until 1am or so... then getting home...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit ive been too busy to blog... and i got ALOT to blog about... continuing this tommorow night! stay tuned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-7219798817923668293?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/7219798817923668293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=7219798817923668293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7219798817923668293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7219798817923668293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-life.html' title='tiring life'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-4123327215450339640</id><published>2008-10-28T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:36:09.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an epiphany...</title><content type='html'>just now at 5:35 i saw things in a wholllllllllllllllllllle new way...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hella pressure and feelings just have been lifted off.... thank GOD... finally... i feel so much better =]...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-4123327215450339640?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/4123327215450339640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=4123327215450339640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4123327215450339640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4123327215450339640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/10/epiphany.html' title='an epiphany...'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-777444359561479667</id><published>2008-10-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:26:21.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>so today i started working at Sanrio again... it was nostalgic... alot of things were the same, but so much was different... but being there today made me realize that i missed everything... the comfort of working here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed my locker... "jimmy the libra" in fact, KRISTI came back today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKbodT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywfo7pftUaQ/s1600-h/STA60243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKbodT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywfo7pftUaQ/s320/STA60243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420001660227490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed this name beat up name tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKmx6yII/AAAAAAAAAFc/04f5jweDS0c/s1600-h/STA60245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKmx6yII/AAAAAAAAAFc/04f5jweDS0c/s320/STA60245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420004652697730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed these fortunes on the back of my name tag... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKsdK0fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2PgOpOjiMk/s1600-h/STA60246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKsdK0fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2PgOpOjiMk/s320/STA60246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420006176281074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed this messy ass backroom and table that is never ever clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYK5BXFOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L8Tk8s1qYk0/s1600-h/STA60247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYK5BXFOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L8Tk8s1qYk0/s320/STA60247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420009549305058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i wore today... somethin i didnt miss lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYLNLWQLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cXaCjslszA/s1600-h/STA60242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYLNLWQLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cXaCjslszA/s320/STA60242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420014959902898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i especially miss that she isnt here... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORY1fDAg8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/W2niO-Y0RCo/s1600-h/STA60244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORY1fDAg8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/W2niO-Y0RCo/s320/STA60244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420741311267778" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8839490865744403104-777444359561479667?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/777444359561479667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=777444359561479667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/777444359561479667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/777444359561479667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SORYKbodT6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywfo7pftUaQ/s72-c/STA60243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6950870015894479302</id><published>2008-09-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:50:06.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill day</title><content type='html'>Hmm just felt like bring the camera around more often now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning before class, chilled with Theresa and we just talked about heeeeeeellla shit, random pics here and there haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 288px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60235.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 288px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60236.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60237.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 288px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60238.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60239.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60240.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Class chairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60241.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add more from John P.'s bday dinner later tonight!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:45 EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPhone pics from dinner, cuz i fucking forgot my camera -___-, this was quite a culinary experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kobe beef... the world's best beef.... soooooooo tender and flavorful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3XLJ0hbXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qXEPjoug7cA/s1600-h/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3XLJ0hbXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qXEPjoug7cA/s320/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250589327198612850" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's burger, supposedly the best burgers they have ever eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3WRXTFwoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-ETt1P1u52M/s1600-h/IMG_0037%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3WRXTFwoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-ETt1P1u52M/s320/IMG_0037%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588334384071298" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUDE! this is the COOLEST sink EVER! theres a clear cover over those rocks haha! it looks so clear when you use water on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3WRi3l3DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4LsX1WzuAsw/s1600-h/IMG_0038%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3WRi3l3DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4LsX1WzuAsw/s320/IMG_0038%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588337489959986" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8839490865744403104-6950870015894479302?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6950870015894479302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=6950870015894479302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6950870015894479302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6950870015894479302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/09/chill-day.html' title='Chill day'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/SN3XLJ0hbXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qXEPjoug7cA/s72-c/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1878581140140844888</id><published>2008-09-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:50:41.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JT snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/blog/big_league_stew/post/J-T-Snow-to-take-the-field-one-last-time-as-a-G;_ylt=Aj58n9uShIGoidF2bc9xXdaFCLcF?urn=mlb,110469"&gt;JT Snow one day contract&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit i wish i was able to see that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1878581140140844888?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/1878581140140844888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=1878581140140844888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1878581140140844888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1878581140140844888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/09/jt-snow.html' title='JT snow!'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8465672981320376210</id><published>2008-09-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:56:44.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shaping up</title><content type='html'>yea fuck it all... these few days ive realized im just gonna say fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lost cause, dont chase what you cant catch.... not enough odds favorable to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point... whatever ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much free time on your hands REALLY makes you start thinkin about hella random shit that you shouldnt be thinkin of... stil tryin to get a job, but until then im gonna set a few things for myself to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get permit(again) -_-, learn to drive, get license, get car&lt;br /&gt;- Work out again, eat healthier cuz my body is finally starting to just DIE on me...&lt;br /&gt;- note to self: do not over analyze everything, DO NOT.... it is NOT as bad as you make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8465672981320376210?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8465672981320376210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8465672981320376210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8465672981320376210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8465672981320376210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/09/shaping-up.html' title='shaping up'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3672003531272751977</id><published>2008-09-18T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:47:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soldiering on and being strong..</title><content type='html'>Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A woman's good, good heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3672003531272751977?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/3672003531272751977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=3672003531272751977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3672003531272751977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3672003531272751977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/09/soldiering-on-and-being-strong.html' title='soldiering on and being strong..'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3707440429316492677</id><published>2008-09-11T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:06:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Beings..</title><content type='html'>Human beings... we are all here... just to save each other from ourselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3707440429316492677?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-4073519260098872079</id><published>2008-09-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:24:51.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time and goals</title><content type='html'>damn its 7 years ago tommorow that 9/11 happened... i was just a freshman in biology class at that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that thought alone has made me realized how much time has passed by... my god... it didnt even feel like SEVEN freakin years man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just started to think about what my psych class teacher said in his summer course.... we should all know our goals, whether it is tommorows goals, a week later, a year, 10 years from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need to write this down somewhere and hopefully remember it and can check off some of these things haha... warning, cruise control ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals within this week:&lt;br /&gt;- DONT PROCRASTINATE ON YOUR ENGLISH ESSAY!&lt;br /&gt;- FINISH MATH HW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals within this month:&lt;br /&gt;- FUCKING GET MY PERMIT/LICENSE BEFORE BDAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- get a new job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals longer ahead:&lt;br /&gt;- Finish the semester strong, gets As!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Laptop on black friday maybe?&lt;br /&gt;- get a car?&lt;br /&gt;- save and/or win a total of $5000 by feburary 2009 (VERY important to me)&lt;br /&gt;- move to a different place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-4073519260098872079?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/4073519260098872079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1690262067249910369</id><published>2008-08-18T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:59:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm 2nd thought</title><content type='html'>ya know now that i think about it, that yahoo article was right... its really really true, fuck my interpretation of it, it was entirely unprofessional... wow it really is true now that i re read it and thought about it deeper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1690262067249910369?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/1690262067249910369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=1690262067249910369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1690262067249910369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1690262067249910369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm-2nd-thought.html' title='hmm 2nd thought'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6613146567661213649</id><published>2008-08-15T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:31:07.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good run</title><content type='html'>whew... i feel like updating at 4 am.... cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had a great run in poker lately... came up about 1000 just this weekend... woot... still 2000 more to go! 3000 dollar goal by october 21st! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad i finally get a good run in poker and in life FOR NOW... itll probably go away soon enough but hey thats how we appreciate the good things in life when it does come right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm uncle, aunt, and my baby cousin will move in soon... have to give up my freedom  for family... and im not complaining... that much... haha.. if it means to help em out then im all for it cuz i love em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some others things are always on my mind, buy i just cant say it ya know... and it eats me up inside... o well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-6613146567661213649?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6613146567661213649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=6613146567661213649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6613146567661213649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6613146567661213649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-run.html' title='Good run'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-5384303122289248789</id><published>2008-06-19T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:48:08.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP 6/18/08</title><content type='html'>you're no longer in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/12/1921 - 6/18/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6257642809129930380</id><published>2008-05-30T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:44:28.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a lot of things said to me by you that hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but saying that after all this time you still don't believe that i am a person that would listen to you... that hurt the most... you have no fucking idea how bad that makes me feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-6257642809129930380?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6257642809129930380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=6257642809129930380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6257642809129930380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6257642809129930380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-lot-of-things-said-to-me-by-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6571879987892869675</id><published>2008-05-27T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:12:14.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>oh man... there's gonna be a big amount of changes happening soon... not lookin forward to it... but hell, either i adapt or i get left behind... cant stop change from coming right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basic story:&lt;br /&gt;- possibility that im moving&lt;br /&gt;- more that likely quitting sanrio in june for school&lt;br /&gt;- enrolling in USF's ROTC(only thing im lookin forward to)&lt;br /&gt;- grandma's cancer is at its limit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-8834927218498210064</id><published>2008-05-17T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:27:07.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91st, A Nostalgic Day..</title><content type='html'>91st... the aura of this day was just different... it definitely didnt feel like the previous competitions... less people spectating... small teams... im still really impressed with the teams of gal though.. they drilled their fuckin heart out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all... i cant say much anymore about RO stuff... all the alumni can do is watch and comment... this program has made us into a family... and like a good family member should do... we choose to support them no matter what happens.... we'll just be happy that our students learned all they can from us and evolved from it... they put their heart into it... made what was once our styles into their own unique one...and we are just gonna be proud of what they attempted... i know i am... this day was just what i needed for this shitty week ive been having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placings for Galileo:&lt;br /&gt;3rd Drill Platoon&lt;br /&gt;3rd Girls Drill Team&lt;br /&gt;??? Silent Drill Team/Flag Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(right click and select view image for better quality on all pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Battlefield for many years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galileo's Drum Corps instruments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 370px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60003.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... save RO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 369px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah mui aka little sis and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 539px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne's BLING ring... wedding soon haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i would notice a tenorikuma bag at a fuckin drill competition... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60010.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal Alumni... Reign Supreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 358px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galileo's current battalion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 375px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60012.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky's hoodie... Galileo Silent Drill Team... not STD fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60015.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidon in the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60016.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galileo Lions JROTC pride for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 336px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60017.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old passion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60018.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G House Lions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60019.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurry but michael's fuckin 4 slices of pizza turned into one haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 348px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60020.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Table X-Large Ulti-Meat pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 353px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60022.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's Small King Arthur pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60023.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite painting... Van Gough's Starry Nights... try to see wut it means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60024.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote for what's in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should have restricted my words last night.... its not easy for me to hold things in, and you know that... my heart is open, and my mind and mouth soon follows... i never want to drag you down with the emotions that i have in my head... but in order to feel like you can understand me... you have to know what's on my mind... just listening is enough satisfaction and will cheer me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, yea.. i do beat myself up alot.. only because i probably wish i could do more to fix a bad situation or that a bad situation happened because of a mistake i made myself... i like to think things throughly... perhaps even when i really shouldnt... but i am NOT a person that can keep pushing aside drama and hoping to let time fix shit and deal with it later... why not just confront it head on... but i digress... its just not easy for everyone to do that... and every person has their own thoughts and approaches towards things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it when a good thing goes bad... due to my own mistakes... =\ *sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-8834927218498210064?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/8834927218498210064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=8834927218498210064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8834927218498210064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/8834927218498210064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/91st-nostalgic-day.html' title='91st, A Nostalgic Day..'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2942702202666422976</id><published>2008-05-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:50:48.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>5/17/08 - Libra Daily Extended&lt;br /&gt;Today the challenges that you face are more mental than physical. You'll have to know what is right for you and stick to your plans. A good thing for you to remember is that you do have the strength to stay committed to what you want. You have a huge amount of strength inside of you, although you might have to go deep in order to find it! Time is on your side, so there is no need to push yourself too hard. Just take it slow, and you will make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder why people go crazy, wonder why they dont... In the face of all we can lose in a day.. or hell... in an instant... wonder what the hell is it that makes us hold it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh... seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2942702202666422976?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2942702202666422976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2942702202666422976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2942702202666422976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2942702202666422976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-3262169996474985439</id><published>2008-05-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:10:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horrorscope</title><content type='html'>hmm its eerie how accurate horoscopes are sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/15/08 quickie from yahoo:&lt;br /&gt;Your work life and your private life have been out of balance. It's time to regroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA... sure got that one on the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: express empathy, not sympathy... fools...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-3262169996474985439?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/3262169996474985439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=3262169996474985439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3262169996474985439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/3262169996474985439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/horrorscope.html' title='horrorscope'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-2173891969167820852</id><published>2008-05-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:22:25.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>yea so like the title says... thats basically how my day was.... i dun wanna get into details... but im just happy about the fact i didn't lose a friend... and if anything... we got a closer connection because certain things were said/happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: fuck people who shouldn't be involved with shit they aren't a part of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-2173891969167820852?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/2173891969167820852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=2173891969167820852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2173891969167820852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/2173891969167820852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='Emotional Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-5417386665646209663</id><published>2008-05-14T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:12:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>equality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why care so much about someone that doesn't care about you... are you hoping something would happen in the future just because you're a nice guy to her? you're a fool for doing so much for someone who's just a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me this today... and honestly... i don't know... i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know!!!!!! FUCK! i'm going crazy thinking about this shit when i don't want to be... or.. maybe it's my mind saying you SHOULD be thinking about it... fuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-5417386665646209663?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/5417386665646209663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=5417386665646209663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/5417386665646209663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/5417386665646209663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/equality.html' title='equality'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-4835372367644141834</id><published>2008-05-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:23:58.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Certainty</title><content type='html'>its getting more and more difficult everyday... the more things change... the more they seem to stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honestly it still hurts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-4835372367644141834?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/4835372367644141834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=4835372367644141834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4835372367644141834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/4835372367644141834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-certainty.html' title='No Certainty'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-7544506310641118813</id><published>2008-05-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:30:11.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally update</title><content type='html'>yay.. finally get to update... poker weekends are awesome as usual... been comin up! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday/Today... SO many fuckin thieves... come on seriously its MOTHERS day people have you soul? one woman stole in FRONT of her kid... and apparently, security said shes a known thief around the WHOLE mall WITH her kid WTF! thats just disgusting... stupid trash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laarni! this was the couple i was talkin about... EVERY morning! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60396.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for laarni something for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60397.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60400.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-7544506310641118813?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/7544506310641118813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=7544506310641118813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7544506310641118813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7544506310641118813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-update.html' title='finally update'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-899666354466296118</id><published>2008-05-09T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:59:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late night write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-899666354466296118?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/899666354466296118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=899666354466296118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/899666354466296118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/899666354466296118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-night-write.html' title='late night write'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6980862405551391190</id><published>2008-05-07T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:54:24.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUSTICE!</title><content type='html'>HA! there IS justice in this world... i just caught a thief and i ripped the shit outta her bag HAHAHA it feels so good knowing that i caught i thief that was stupid enough to walk near the store after she got away/slipped away from me... once i saw her walk by i was like ok fuck this im gonna stop u and search u... and sure enough there was the hello kitty crap in her bag IN A SECRET COMPARTMENT WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good finding our shit and hot topic's shit in there too... and i just grabbed it all and returned it to where they are suppose to be.. including hot topic's stuff... man that felt SO good... JUSTICE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-6980862405551391190?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6980862405551391190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=6980862405551391190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6980862405551391190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6980862405551391190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/justice.html' title='JUSTICE!'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-1773370104528934445</id><published>2008-05-05T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:40:05.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>if anything, thats my face towards everything right now haha... been up for 3 days in a row... its pretty fuckin epic i gotta say... i twitched in anthro class cuz i fell asleep for 1 second... like literally ONE second... anywaysss... this weekend has been AWWWWWWWWWWWWEsome lkdjfjlsfjldskjf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - school and work... the usual... then straight up went to play poker at eddy's house from 12:30 am till 7am HAHAHAHA CRAZY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - then went to santa clara with oscar and kenson... hustled cards wtf haha... note: this is day one for "no sleep weekend" haha... came back to SF and ate at olive garden... stupid ass ken accidentally left an extra 20 for his own share so we ended up tipping like 40%-50% lol.... that waitress mustve been happy... theeen... went back to eddy's at around 8pm... played poker again, but i left at like 12 to meet up jeff and jason cuz they wanted to do somethin... the night was pretty crazy haha all i know is i went home at 6am... and slept a little bit until 12pm to wake up to get to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - at work, time went by SO fast... and ended up cleaning up hella lot cuz home office is suppose to visit... then after work as i was goin home i ran into my mom... ate dinner with her... then this part just get CRAZY, kenson and nova calls me like hey wanna go to jacksons? im like fuck it lets do it lol... and this is at like 10:30pm on a sunday hahaha.... went and the ride there was really cool.. chattin it up, we all are hella excited... got there around midnight exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Played poker there, yea ken and i got pwned pretty badly... nova broke even on his roller coaster ride lol... from -100 to +3 then back to his original buy-ins haha... drove back around 4 am... got back HOME around 7:30am... got ready for school and im in the computer lab in the library now LOL WUT A WEEKEND EH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy though how im still not crazy yet.. i think O_o.... yea so many people in this comp lab arent even doin work... i bet out of the 70 or so computers, about 75% of the people on them are either on youtube, myspace, facebook, or SOME video site... like 1 out of every 8 computers i see a person ACTUALLY working on an essay or somethin... and of course me being a part of the problem.. is on blogspot doin this shit... lol... its bad cuz theres a long ass line of people waiting to use the computers... but judging from the look of these people, they're probably just gonna myspace and youtube ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i wanna pass on is somethin from my buddy seo's clothing brand blog... its called aiyoku... japanese for "passion"... sick name for a brand man.. but anyways.. he asked.. what is passion.. and what is YOUR passion... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passion makes you do extraordinary things, things that you never thought you would be doing with your life. Passion is your desire; doing what you want to do, and never having anyone or anything get in your way. Passion is insanity; you do your passion once, you do it over and over and over again. Passion is never limited to just one thing; you can have many passions. With your passion, you must give it your heart and your all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh... and this weekend has made me just SO damn happy... like this has by far been the best week ever... like i actually was relaxed for 3 days... then again it could just be the 5 hrs of sleep in 3 days talkin... cuz im just runnin on pure adrenaline or SOMETHING i dunno... but one thing that made it significant is that i felt SO passionate about just playin poker... its so fun man! like im sure everyone i know is like ah wtf etc.. but it makes me so happy just to play... like in the long run its so profiting to me, but its not just the money.. its just being able to play and chill with my friends on weekends... and definitely the NEED to improve my game each and everyday just to weed out the competition... studying body language, reading people, making statistical bets and calls... thats just the best game ever... and thats MY passion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah i missed talkin to laarni this whole weekend... i really really did... i swear i was lookin forward to gettin home sunday night JUST so i can chat with her... but i got convinced to go out haha... i heeelllla wanted to just listen to how her weekend went.. i really like hearing how her day(s) went =D... and share mine with her too...  i really cant go a day/night without talkin to her... yea i miss you dork... =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update this later tonight with a possibility of pictures if i see anything significant... DAMN i wish i had my camera this whole weekend... it wouldve been ALOT of epic shit that i saw hahaha... this shit dragged on longer then i expected... wow lol... niceeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm pics update!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/pic_11926463140241.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude a cashier SPECIFICALLY gave me one of each! hella cool! og to current lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 306px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60377.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAH I FINALLY FOUND/GOT IT BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60378.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60381.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WDIWT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60379.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-1773370104528934445?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/1773370104528934445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=1773370104528934445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1773370104528934445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/1773370104528934445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6092963696286641860</id><published>2008-05-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:13:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBANNED!</title><content type='html'>duuuude wtf i was suspended temporarily by blogger.com for unknown reasons! they thought i was a spam blog WTF.... im a humannnnnnnn =[ well its all good now haha... but no picture blog today... didnt really take anything at all... until tommorow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-6092963696286641860?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/6092963696286641860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=6092963696286641860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6092963696286641860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/6092963696286641860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/05/unbanned.html' title='UNBANNED!'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-7182254909504994122</id><published>2008-04-30T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:01:31.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/30 3:45ish...</title><content type='html'>ah fuck i woke up from a dream... crazzzzyyyyy.... couldnt quite fall back asleep cuz of it... so i just started taking pics of shit bleh.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes after i woke up.. yea thats AM -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60351.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things that glow in my room at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60353.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the dream had the person that gave this to me in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60356.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of it had the person that gave this to me in it.... im sure you will know who you are &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60357.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-7182254909504994122?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/7182254909504994122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=7182254909504994122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7182254909504994122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/7182254909504994122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/04/430-345ish.html' title='4/30 3:45ish...'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-9209074005450021919</id><published>2008-04-29T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:33:42.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;wake up at this time LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60345.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i see this at the bus stop so i say FUCK it too many chinese people and the bus will skip this stop... so i decided to walk to work.. and at this time it was already 2:55pm on my phone -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 373px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60346.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadway tunnel is a long walk -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 483px; height: 361px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60347.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too often that you see cops riding on horses on a random ass tuesday O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 371px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60348.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore Takashi Free-Rods today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 326px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60349.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on back of my ID thingy at work haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 310px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Akina1021/Blog/STA60350.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839490865744403104-9209074005450021919?l=akina1021.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/feeds/9209074005450021919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839490865744403104&amp;postID=9209074005450021919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/9209074005450021919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839490865744403104/posts/default/9209074005450021919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akina1021.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-my-feet.html' title='On my feet'/><author><name>Akina1021</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17302879569855354522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbKikxxqlZQ/Sh5eRQh9btI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TQriNsFAw5U/S220/n608322757_744105_2394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839490865744403104.post-6687245672180111695</id><published>2008-04-28T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:51:33.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i think i got this...</title><content type='html'>testing testing 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.... why i started one of these... laarni seems to be inspiring the whole freakin world into blogging lately so i guess thats why... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE BLOGS! cant wait to do that i guess haha update more tommorow... 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