<?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-2084676474208030630</id><updated>2011-08-01T08:33:29.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love makes the wildest spirits tame, and the tamest spirits wild</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5031350142990124713</id><published>2010-11-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:18:55.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad that the ONLY things you girls talk about is food, shopping, and reality television. There's more to life than that. I want to know about your family and your friends. I want to know about your thoughts about the things going on in this world. I want to know about the dreams you have for yourself. But I can't get that because you are just a bunch of brainless girls. That's why we can ever be beyond mere acquaintances. It makes you boring. Boring like a grandma. But that would be an insult to all grandmothers. My grandma has more excitement in her pinky than you have in your whole bodies combined. Sad truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5031350142990124713?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5031350142990124713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-sad-that-only-things-you-girls-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5031350142990124713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5031350142990124713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-sad-that-only-things-you-girls-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1398403178353460950</id><published>2010-10-13T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:35:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get out of the car walk down the indoor parking lot and head towards the elevator. I make sure I memorize the parking area lot number 2. I see the elevator and next to it is an outdoor spiral stairs. Theresa and I take the elevator to the first floor and walk through a brick pavement on a dark evening. My combat boots has holes in the heel so when I walk it makes a clicking noise. I pass by two smokers in the designated smoking area. The building is being renovated; its covered with fences and cones and there a giant ditches on the ground. We accidentally went to the closed off entrance. We turn around and follow an arrow that says registration. As we enter the building the automatic doors open for us and on the left there was a smiley middle aged white lady at the front desk. I forgot what her name was but I remember &amp;nbsp;the name tag saying "volunteer." Theresa said my grandpa is here his name is Jae Kim. She said there are two Jae Kim. Theresa said Jae Sun Kim. She wrote the floor number and room number on a small piece of paper and directed us to the elevator. "Go to your right, walk straight, and when you see the blue gift shop turn right." We followed her instructions and saw the "Main elevators" sign. We waited for the elevator to come and when the doors opened one of us pressed the button "7." A mother and daughter joined us. The little girl looked around 7 or 8 and she had brown curly hair. She was wearing a purple jacket. She had a big smile with her lips as she looked at me and then looked at Theresa. Then she looked at me again still smiling. I smiled back. They get off at the third floor. When we reach the seventh floor the doors slide open and I automatically see my Grandma, and my aunt Wendy on the blue cushioned chairs in front of me. She stood up.&amp;nbsp;She gave me a hug and said "do you want to see Grandpa?&amp;nbsp;She was wearing a jeans and a jean jacket.&amp;nbsp;She told me only two people can see him at a time." We both said yes. Grandma lead the way and we passed by patients rooms. One of them I saw was empty.&amp;nbsp;Then she pressed the automatic door and the doors didn't open like you would expect. The doors opened in opposite directions. "Room 716" she said.&amp;nbsp;When we got closer&amp;nbsp;I began to cry; I couldn't hold my tears.&amp;nbsp;She said, "you don't want Grandpa to see you crying in Korean." Theresa went in first. The first person we saw my Dad. He was in a suit like he always is with a dull yellow tie. I saw my Grandpa. He eyes were closed. My Dad touched his hand to let him know we were here. I couldn't stop crying. Theresa was crying too. He opened his eyes. There were blue tubes connected to his mouth to a machine and cords connected to his body. He needed it to breathe and every time he took a breath I could hear it through the tubes. He looked at me and saw me crying. His eyes were half way opened and when he saw me crying I can see the insides of his eyes getting watery. My dad kept saying "you're doing good, you better than yesterday." My grandpa nodded. My dad said a bunch a things about what happened to him and how he's better than before and he nodded again. That's all he could do. Nod. I touched his fingers. I stroked them with mine. They were so soft and so fragile. He closed his eyes. I can still see him blinking under his eyelids. My dad said to me and Theresa let's get you guys some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm know for a terrible memory but this is something that I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1398403178353460950?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1398403178353460950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-get-out-of-car-walk-down-indoor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1398403178353460950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1398403178353460950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-get-out-of-car-walk-down-indoor.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-712610292770222558</id><published>2010-10-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:57:20.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;When you are ugly, you wish you were pretty,&lt;br /&gt;When you're really pretty, you really wish people will see you for your smarts,&lt;br /&gt;When you're really smart, you wish you can understand other people's stupid jokes,&lt;br /&gt;When you're really stupid, you wish people will take you more seriously&lt;br /&gt;When you're taken too seriously, you wish people will see your "chill"side&lt;br /&gt;The only way for your chill side to show is when there is no school work and summer comes.&lt;br /&gt;When summer comes, you wish school started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last year of school!Enjoy it my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing they don't complain is when they are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-712610292770222558?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/712610292770222558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-are-never-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/712610292770222558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/712610292770222558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-are-never-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4418871838364703916</id><published>2010-08-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:22:07.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past couple of days I learned a lot about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I heard about what true friendship is. I've witnessed what a real friendship is. I've even felt what a true friendship could be...&lt;br /&gt;A true friendship is when two people can talk and engage for hours. Even though you slept for only a couple of hours you can have a conversation with someone and talk on and on and not feel sleepy anymore. You can fight but make up in an instant. You laugh at their jokes and sarcasm when no one else understands.&lt;br /&gt;I learned what fake friendships are. Iv'e seen what acquaintances are.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be one of those people who believed that you can be friends with anyone and everyone but I am wrong. For most you can only be acquaintances. For some you can have great solid forever lasting friends and for very little there are enemies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4418871838364703916?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4418871838364703916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-past-couple-of-days-i-learned-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4418871838364703916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4418871838364703916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-past-couple-of-days-i-learned-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4467913099209516111</id><published>2010-08-17T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:28:47.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my sister, theresakim the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4467913099209516111?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4467913099209516111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-my-sister-theresakim-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4467913099209516111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4467913099209516111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-my-sister-theresakim-end.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3635011313573744684</id><published>2010-07-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:33:50.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm in an airplane ready to get off and I head to the terminal (? is that what it's called?) All of a sudden I enter a conference. Someone tells me that I forgot my backpack on the plane. How could I be so stupid? I ran back to the plane. Some middle aged white lady forgot something too so she comes with me. The door to the plane is locked and I stand there feeling so stupid. So I force open the door to the airplane and I go in. The lady disappears. I grab my stuff and then I realize I can't open door to get out. I force it open again and it opens. I look back and feel like I forgot something again so I use my blue agenda book to keep open the door so I can grab more stuff. Then I woke up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3635011313573744684?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3635011313573744684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-im-in-airplane-ready-to-get-off-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3635011313573744684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3635011313573744684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-im-in-airplane-ready-to-get-off-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8579707150311461970</id><published>2010-07-18T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:59:26.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really didn't like Inception, it was too complicated to follow and left me clueless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to lose my friends. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;1 :youre not my friend anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;for saying that movie sucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;CUT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;dont think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;we can be friends anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;3: your not my friend no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&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/2084676474208030630-8579707150311461970?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8579707150311461970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-didnt-like-inception-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8579707150311461970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8579707150311461970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-didnt-like-inception-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1767363098991495840</id><published>2010-07-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:28:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Please let my dad have a good night's sleep tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;-Sahra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TDLbFsJG0HI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A867MJTx-80/s1600/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TDLbFsJG0HI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A867MJTx-80/s320/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2084676474208030630-1767363098991495840?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1767363098991495840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-god-please-let-my-dad-have-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1767363098991495840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1767363098991495840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-god-please-let-my-dad-have-good.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TDLbFsJG0HI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A867MJTx-80/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7534589430300114292</id><published>2010-06-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:50:01.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I know I failed writing that new york post down there V but I got super lazy ;(&lt;br /&gt;Summer thus far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I learned to ride a bike :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCuro5zytxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Sx9u_AvQNu4/s1600/2010-06-23+16.48.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCuro5zytxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Sx9u_AvQNu4/s320/2010-06-23+16.48.03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2.) I smoked a cigarello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCusKU0NDzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6aq1abjj1B8/s1600/2010-06-27+18.11.13_Irvine_California_US.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCusKU0NDzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6aq1abjj1B8/s320/2010-06-27+18.11.13_Irvine_California_US.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I made friends with a stray cat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCusu4ZuM5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UpndbYKYLrc/s1600/2010-06-27+18.42.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCusu4ZuM5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UpndbYKYLrc/s320/2010-06-27+18.42.21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I got so drunk I rubbed my face on the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCutiQ_j1fI/AAAAAAAAAKI/npKvj7bmFkM/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-30+at+13.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCutiQ_j1fI/AAAAAAAAAKI/npKvj7bmFkM/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-30+at+13.47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7534589430300114292?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7534589430300114292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7534589430300114292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7534589430300114292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html' title='SUMMER'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TCuro5zytxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Sx9u_AvQNu4/s72-c/2010-06-23+16.48.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-327911560176368638</id><published>2010-06-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:36:25.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I seen in New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I saw about ten Spike Lee look-a-likes&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know who Spike Lee is here is a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TBRZUjSscoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MKIaRjzFong/s1600/spike-lee-o2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TBRZUjSscoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MKIaRjzFong/s320/spike-lee-o2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-327911560176368638?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/327911560176368638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-two-at-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/327911560176368638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/327911560176368638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-two-at-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/TBRZUjSscoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MKIaRjzFong/s72-c/spike-lee-o2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8873963919637757195</id><published>2010-04-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:25:45.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which is real? If someone told you something from the unconscious and says the opposite thing when they are conscious, which should you believe?&lt;br /&gt;In the conscious, one has the ability to lie.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8873963919637757195?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8873963919637757195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/which-is-real-if-someone-told-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8873963919637757195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8873963919637757195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/which-is-real-if-someone-told-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8317817320492073670</id><published>2010-04-11T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:38:15.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some but not too many people know that I have this odd fascination to......&lt;br /&gt;King Henry VIII.&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with the glamour, the royalty, the history. I can name all his wives in chronological order and I know a little bit of each of them. There is this show on showtime that loosely based on the KING called the Tudors and it premiered today but I found a way to watch the first and second episode ^.^V because I am special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE KING&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he plays such an asshole in the show but omgomgomg IM OBSESSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S8GKBBZm5LI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mdy4r4_qK8U/s1600/2007_the_tudors_wallpaper_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S8GKBBZm5LI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mdy4r4_qK8U/s320/2007_the_tudors_wallpaper_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"People aren't good when they are afraid. When they aren't afraid they can be anything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-The Tudors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8317817320492073670?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8317817320492073670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-but-not-too-many-people-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8317817320492073670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8317817320492073670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-but-not-too-many-people-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S8GKBBZm5LI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mdy4r4_qK8U/s72-c/2007_the_tudors_wallpaper_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3646928326423191781</id><published>2010-04-10T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:36:41.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a terrible week this has been. &lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3646928326423191781?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3646928326423191781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-terrible-week-this-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3646928326423191781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3646928326423191781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-terrible-week-this-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1588426006030198375</id><published>2010-04-04T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:54:00.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes a person an adult? What separates the boys from the men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you stop caring about what other people think. It's doing things because you want to and not to impress anyone. It's when you don't care about being "cool" anymore. That's high/middle school shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to impress friends by showing off. Just be yourself. That's what they are there for: to see your strengths and flaws alike and if they are true friends they will still love every bit of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other news, I am so happy with my life right now :)&lt;br /&gt;"I hate walking out..because that means I have to wear a bra." LMAO&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1588426006030198375?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1588426006030198375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-person-adult-what-separates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1588426006030198375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1588426006030198375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-person-adult-what-separates.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-474840069086044297</id><published>2010-04-02T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:22:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAKERSSS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S7ZuL2XIAeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PuXnN2l7dIw/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-02+at+15.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S7ZuL2XIAeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PuXnN2l7dIw/s320/Photo+on+2010-04-02+at+15.17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-474840069086044297?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/474840069086044297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/lakersss-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/474840069086044297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/474840069086044297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/lakersss-d.html' title='LAKERSSS :D'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S7ZuL2XIAeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PuXnN2l7dIw/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-04-02+at+15.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4962991075535088300</id><published>2010-04-01T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:06:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What is the body if not a place you store all anger, happiness and pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its worth it. I love the thrill." &lt;br /&gt;-Lasse Lindh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4962991075535088300?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4962991075535088300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-body-if-not-place-you-store-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4962991075535088300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4962991075535088300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-body-if-not-place-you-store-all.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7872824426366707247</id><published>2010-03-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:00:18.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day one of spring break.&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING KING GEORGE SLEEP &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6VgksCesyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LDTaPVrHjU0/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-03-20+at+16.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6VgksCesyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LDTaPVrHjU0/s320/Photo+on+2010-03-20+at+16.54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6VgnEh1JMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NpFgYblAjEA/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-03-20+at+16.54+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6VgnEh1JMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NpFgYblAjEA/s320/Photo+on+2010-03-20+at+16.54+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry. for korean bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Of all the animals, man is the only one that lies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7872824426366707247?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7872824426366707247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-of-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7872824426366707247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7872824426366707247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-of-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6VgksCesyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LDTaPVrHjU0/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-20+at+16.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2115517421605850272</id><published>2010-03-20T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:07:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perfume makes you smell sweet and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;but it can deceive others into thinking your'e sweet and beautiful when in fact you can be rotting from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Which perfume or cologne would you choose? One that is popular? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;like giorgio armani aqua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;or something that is unique (and that not too many people would use)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Scent is a way back into the past. A flashback. When you get a whiff of the smell of your man or woman on a jacket you are flooded with memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;So when your walking around in a mall and you smell so many men with giorgio armani aqua, it makes sense that you'd be always thinking of HIM whenever you get a whiff right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;OR would you have a scent that is so unique that only the love of your life would have. One scent for that one special girl. A smell that is so special and so rare as the woman you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;My thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6Ved8ENP1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/T6hIZky8-6s/s1600-h/1268283540708593.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6Ved8ENP1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/T6hIZky8-6s/s320/1268283540708593.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2084676474208030630-2115517421605850272?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2115517421605850272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfume-makes-you-smell-sweet-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2115517421605850272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2115517421605850272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfume-makes-you-smell-sweet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6Ved8ENP1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/T6hIZky8-6s/s72-c/1268283540708593.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8613998371126101421</id><published>2010-03-18T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:46:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6HVegFeykI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d4PA8_vat-Y/s1600-h/women_and_nature_e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6HVegFeykI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d4PA8_vat-Y/s320/women_and_nature_e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random Facts About Sahra Kim&lt;br /&gt;-I don't use rarely use purses or handbags because I don't want my Daddy thinking that I'm growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm right handed but I prefer left handed seats.&lt;br /&gt;-When I'm studying with my laptop, and I have earphones in my ears, I'm most likely not listening to anything.&lt;br /&gt;-I have an obsession with ghosts, the supernatural, and the paranormal. I was once ashamed to admit it but now I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;-I already ordered my Halloween costume, but I realize its way too slutty so I'm not wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;-People collect stamps, people collect rocks, I collect quotes. Send me one and it might end up in my book. That's why after almost every post I have, there is a nice quote that says a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I had a bigger voluptuous butt.&lt;br /&gt;-I consider my friend Jeremy Yuen, a person who is truly generous, and decent person with good intentions that I have met at UCI. You deserve the best (let me know if single ladies want his number ;))&lt;br /&gt;-I use to sleep in a tent, that was on top of my bed everyday when I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;-I can get ready for school in 35 mins which is really fast compared to most girls. (shower, makeup, hair etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;"Easy things nobody wants, but what is forbidden is tempting." ~ Ovid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8613998371126101421?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8613998371126101421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-facts-about-sahra-kim-i-dont-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8613998371126101421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8613998371126101421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-facts-about-sahra-kim-i-dont-use.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S6HVegFeykI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d4PA8_vat-Y/s72-c/women_and_nature_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6058810268533906352</id><published>2010-03-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:27:21.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its finals week its making me weak.&lt;br /&gt;-You can either say, "I hope everyone does bad and the curve is low."&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;-You can say, "I hope I do well."&lt;br /&gt;Your choice can say a lot about a person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mood to watch some disney movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty is pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-C8fYTFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m2V1Bq-QbBI/s1600-h/Belle-Beauty-and-the-beast-600x811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-C8fYTFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m2V1Bq-QbBI/s320/Belle-Beauty-and-the-beast-600x811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Depression hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-C8fYTFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m2V1Bq-QbBI/s1600-h/Belle-Beauty-and-the-beast-600x811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-EWBzsAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ocu7mbIX3q4/s1600-h/snow-white-600x397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-EWBzsAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ocu7mbIX3q4/s320/snow-white-600x397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;War kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-EWBzsAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ocu7mbIX3q4/s1600-h/snow-white-600x397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-Hv5NH8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jg4BDqkDbOM/s1600-h/Jasmine-Aladin-600x398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-Hv5NH8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jg4BDqkDbOM/s320/Jasmine-Aladin-600x398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photography by Dina Goldstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Good Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6058810268533906352?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6058810268533906352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-finals-week-its-making-me-weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6058810268533906352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6058810268533906352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-finals-week-its-making-me-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S51-C8fYTFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m2V1Bq-QbBI/s72-c/Belle-Beauty-and-the-beast-600x811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2504766998931232367</id><published>2010-03-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:32:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not the carefree Sahra I used to know...hopefully its just a short phase. I SERIOUSLY NEED TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5xKlFh2cTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GgIRRLki5_Y/s1600-h/24017_1273796999298_1061100204_30700000_3030507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5xKlFh2cTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GgIRRLki5_Y/s320/24017_1273796999298_1061100204_30700000_3030507_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-2504766998931232367?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2504766998931232367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-not-carefree-sahra-i-used-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2504766998931232367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2504766998931232367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-not-carefree-sahra-i-used-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5xKlFh2cTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GgIRRLki5_Y/s72-c/24017_1273796999298_1061100204_30700000_3030507_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8311607451996951568</id><published>2010-03-10T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:11:29.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've discovered something about koreans. My people ^_^&lt;br /&gt;There are these stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;1) They get mad/angry VERY easily.&lt;br /&gt;2) They drink a LOT&lt;br /&gt;3) They gamble a shitload of money.&lt;br /&gt;4) A LOT of them smoke&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes are not always true, but in reality there is some truth in them. Otherwise how are stereotypes even created?&lt;br /&gt;Here's my theory. I think koreans have great amounts of testosterone pumping in their blood: even the chicks, even me.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what testosterone is, it is, according to urbandictionary.com "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The male sex hormone, secreted by the testes, that stimulates the devolpment of the male sex organs as well as the male sex drive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT it is normal for women to have small amounts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Having large amounts of testosterone changes the mind processes. It makes you take more risks. It&amp;nbsp;has a link to a trait called "sensation seeking" meaning they need excitement to satisfy their brains. They are willing to take more risks than normal. well, that makes sense for #2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for number one ill get to you later ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8311607451996951568?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8311607451996951568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-ive-discovered-something-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8311607451996951568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8311607451996951568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-ive-discovered-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2227357996696487719</id><published>2010-03-08T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:39:24.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my father, Daddy Kim ^.^V 53 is the new 35 :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5iB4fvZkNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7D0ag3ySfYQ/s1600-h/5300_102349416445471_100000112390747_49601_4541094_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5iB4fvZkNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7D0ag3ySfYQ/s320/5300_102349416445471_100000112390747_49601_4541094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Why do you have a picture of your gynecologist on your wall?" -LT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"DUDE. thats my dad." -TK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2084676474208030630-2227357996696487719?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2227357996696487719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-father-daddy-kim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2227357996696487719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2227357996696487719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-father-daddy-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5iB4fvZkNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7D0ag3ySfYQ/s72-c/5300_102349416445471_100000112390747_49601_4541094_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4584355938999031430</id><published>2010-03-05T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:06:16.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I sit in the library, and I seriously think to myself: life has so many ups and downs. Unfortunately, lately its been more downs :(&amp;nbsp; Someone who is so dear to my heart tells me his problems and its so heartbreaking. I saw to myself, as a future psychologist this is the stuff I will be listening to and its my chance to try to help them. What makes a person strong is not the muscles. It is the way you learn. (mentally) Every negative experience should make you stronger as a person. The problem is they keep putting themselves in situations where they are likely to get hurt again and again and I'm here with them feeling every inch of pain they feel. When you realize there is something wrong, it is plain stupid to sit there and expect things to change on their own. It is impossible to change the way everyone else thinks; it is easier to change yourself. This is a good change that will help you in the future when a situation arises again. It is so frustrating to me to see a replay of a mistake over and over and over again and essentially I am powerless. I can only guide and advise and if you don't listen to my suggestions, then there is nothing I can do for you. &lt;br /&gt;I know what its like to be disrespected and used. People always asking you for help and you always help them but you don't even get acknowledgment or a simple "hi" in return. I'm sorry that they treat you that way. You know what though? KARMA is a bitch. Good things will come to good people I truly believe that. But that shouldn't be your motivation either. I like that you tell me all your problems and I'm always here to comfort you. Most importantly, I am here to help you so you won't get hurt again. It's time to get proactive, but remember it's your job to let that happen. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;You need to ignore these people. Stop crawling back and realize that they aren't your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Think positive of all the things you do have and learn to appreciate. Your real friends, your family, me :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a journey lovinn evry step of da way."-Anne Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4584355938999031430?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4584355938999031430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/sit-in-library-and-i-seriously-think-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4584355938999031430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4584355938999031430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/sit-in-library-and-i-seriously-think-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6347776725613277347</id><published>2010-03-04T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:40:56.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion classes</title><content type='html'>I don't learn that much in my discussion classes, but I go anyways because my dad is paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think laziness is an not a good enough excuse to miss class...&lt;br /&gt;BUT sometimes my mind wanders beyond the seven seas :D&lt;br /&gt;meet my TAs &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5CLEKcBp4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G6Ddz1FYPEg/s1600-h/ta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5CLEKcBp4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G6Ddz1FYPEg/s320/ta2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5CLBlGjrPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UrAM8-WqwCk/s1600-h/ta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5CLBlGjrPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UrAM8-WqwCk/s320/ta1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6347776725613277347?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6347776725613277347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-classes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6347776725613277347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6347776725613277347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-classes.html' title='Discussion classes'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S5CLEKcBp4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G6Ddz1FYPEg/s72-c/ta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5023618678474758984</id><published>2010-03-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:56:33.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Evaluations of Winter Quarter 2010</title><content type='html'>so its about time at the end of the quarter...&lt;br /&gt;i will talk about the classes i took and whether i recommend them or not.&lt;br /&gt;1) Asian American studies: The Chinese Experience J Liu&lt;br /&gt;The prof never had any lecture notes but he comes in and talks the whole time about everything the Chinese went through and incorporates a lot of his personal stories etc etc... I didn't realize this earlier but he has EXTREMELY good memory so he will remember your name &amp;nbsp;if you say it once (which you need for participation points.) In this class, there are only 3 essays, no exams and he grades all the papers-no TAs so make sure you understand everything.&amp;nbsp;It's a lot of work and not an easy A class. Do I recommend it? No unless you are truly interested with the subject&lt;br /&gt;2) Criminology C7: Calavita&lt;br /&gt;This class is interesting; lectures basically are about how the law is unfair most of the time. There is a lot of reading A LOT A LOT but if you pay attention in class and write good notes its possible to get an A. First midterm I got a D and second midterm I got an A-. Good, articulate prof. Do I recommend it? Yes if you want a better understanding of the law, but no if you want an easy A breadth class.&lt;br /&gt;3) Classical Greece 36B History Claxton&lt;br /&gt;Claxton is a good prof, gives out outlines is thorough and seems kind if you ask her for help. Test material is everything you expect if you study, but it is NOT multiple choice. There is also a lot of reading but the Greek stories are pretty crazy and twisted if you like that kind of stuff. lol Basically class is about memorization of dates, names etc etc Do I recommend it? No if your not truly interested about George's ancestors :D&lt;br /&gt;have a great day my pretties :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5023618678474758984?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5023618678474758984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-evaluations-of-winter-quarter-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5023618678474758984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5023618678474758984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-evaluations-of-winter-quarter-2010.html' title='My Evaluations of Winter Quarter 2010'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6242574468661529081</id><published>2010-03-01T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:09:20.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady GAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every song she came up with I absolutely love.&lt;/div&gt;I want to meet lady gaga so i can psychoanalyze her.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ybs1nGhDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x9KuYW7sYDs/s1600-h/kermit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ybs1nGhDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x9KuYW7sYDs/s320/kermit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;RIP KERMIT you and your species will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ycaAy9JhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3wzDV04IHEk/s1600-h/gaga9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ycaAy9JhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3wzDV04IHEk/s320/gaga9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is she suppose to be a ball sac?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ycaAy9JhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3wzDV04IHEk/s1600-h/gaga9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4yb4Hu3UPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U-PYNPu1_u0/s1600-h/gagared.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4yb4Hu3UPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U-PYNPu1_u0/s320/gagared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No guesses NO IDEA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LADY BEFORE SHE WENT GAGA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4yc-gmPwgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EJkV67DiGHg/s1600-h/gagabeforeafter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4yc-gmPwgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EJkV67DiGHg/s320/gagabeforeafter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;something traumatic MUST have happened to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as its free. I want your love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6242574468661529081?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6242574468661529081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6242574468661529081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6242574468661529081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady GAGA'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4ybs1nGhDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x9KuYW7sYDs/s72-c/kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6949553251613132355</id><published>2010-03-01T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:17:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I was sitting in my creeper corner in the first floor of langson at around 830 doing my essay and this large caucasian old man with white hair approaches me asking for help turning on a dvd in the computer. He was homeless. I know this because he was disheveled, smelly, had a bag which looked like his luggage and had a large plastic bag of water bottles. But regardless, I decided help him start the dvd. I took a look at the dvd and it had to do with money and how to get it. I admire people like him who don't ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;"reach for the stars and if you fall at least you will land on a cloud."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6949553251613132355?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6949553251613132355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-today-i-was-sitting-in-my-creeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6949553251613132355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6949553251613132355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-today-i-was-sitting-in-my-creeper.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6713229718467188184</id><published>2010-02-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:54:54.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I drove to spectrum today yay! not by freeway tho :( still can't do that yet. I know eventually I will have to learn though. But once I start driving more this is the car I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4r-7z10iEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PfxwpSX6sRg/s1600-h/MINI-Cooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4r-7z10iEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PfxwpSX6sRg/s320/MINI-Cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;MINI COOPER yeyeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Something small and swift and I can't really hurt anyone with :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;BTW someone keyed my car. Why the fuck would ANYONE do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;No matter what you never ruin someone else's personal property. It's not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Team USA Ice Hockey lost to Canada for the Gold Medal after Overtime. ;_; I really thought they would get the gold. Nevertheless, Ryan Miller, USA goalie did a great job in this winter Olympics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;"no one remembers the silver medal winner" -George P ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6713229718467188184?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6713229718467188184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-drove-to-spectrum-today-yay-not-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6713229718467188184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6713229718467188184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-drove-to-spectrum-today-yay-not-by.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4r-7z10iEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PfxwpSX6sRg/s72-c/MINI-Cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6404731134276829911</id><published>2010-02-27T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:47:40.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are not too many people I can say I hate in this world...&lt;br /&gt;It really is a burden to say you hate someone because you're mind body and soul is not at peace and I like peace.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human being who doesn't hate someone back if they hate me. Instead, my attitude is: I love you and if you don't like me, then thats you're problem not mine.-Its your burden&lt;br /&gt;This person I used to be close with once...How does someone in your life become a friend, then a brother, then now a meaningless entity?&lt;br /&gt;You let it go yourself. I tried and I'm sorry to say I don't care about our friendship anymore. You contact me only when you want me to give you money or when you need something...your RUDE and DISRESPECTFUL to me and a lot of your friends. &lt;br /&gt;You are the epitome of selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;A friendship is about balance. You think you are superior to me (I can feel it)....like you have better things to do. Maybe you do&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more in my mind I hate you, even though I try so hard not to. &lt;br /&gt;I gave you a blanket of love and happiness. I want you to go shred it and throw it in the trash. I really thought that we would make it to the end. &lt;br /&gt;I guess experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.- Chinese proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6404731134276829911?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6404731134276829911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-not-too-many-people-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6404731134276829911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6404731134276829911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-not-too-many-people-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7952292502175656260</id><published>2010-02-26T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:54:52.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of people read FMylife.com and I used to too alot last year. I think people go to that site because it makes them feel better knowing that someone else is more fucked up situation then them.&lt;br /&gt;givemehope.com is even better and it puts you in a good mood and not by default :D&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I went to see a band at a small club in Chicago, the band was unknown and broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, they scraped up enough money to go and buy fast food for all the homeless men near the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band? Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good karma GMH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently rung up a young boy and his mother. When he saw me at the register, wearing a hijab, he grinned broadly at me. As they were walking away afterwards, he tugged on his mom's sleeve and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see her, ma? She's gorgeous! I bet that's why she's all covered up." &lt;br /&gt;GMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During WWII, my family's home in Western Russia was pillaged by the German Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fall of communism, an elderly man showed up to the now rebuilt house. He told my grandmother that he was a former German soldier, and he wanted to return the jewelry he stole from the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men like him GMH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took one of the children I work with to have to McDonalds. The child is 7 years old, autistic, has fetal alcohol syndrome and lives in a shelter with his grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware he was hungry, I asked him why he hadn't eaten his food and he smiled and answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to take it home to share it with my grandma." GMH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall the other day when I saw an old couple sitting together. The man looked over at the woman and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jane, we did it. We grew old together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look in her eyes GMH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was going to kill myself. I wrote a note and slipped it into my best friend's locker at school. That night, I was preparing to die, when she crawled through my window and kissed me. My first real kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristain, I know you read GivesMeHope all the time. Will you marry me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He GMH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sweet :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7952292502175656260?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7952292502175656260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/lot-of-people-read-fmylife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7952292502175656260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7952292502175656260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/lot-of-people-read-fmylife.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7801880140957024332</id><published>2010-02-26T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:49:59.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So when I was in high school I used to have a tv in my room and I used to watch CNN all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I had a huge crush on a gray-haired, 42 year old man..&lt;br /&gt;not to mention he is GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDERSON COOPER&lt;br /&gt;He's intelligent, articulate, and SELFLESS&lt;br /&gt;From the website Givesmehope.com:&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I came across a video of CNN reporter Anderson Cooper reporting the news in Haiti. &lt;br /&gt;Chaotic looting had broken out all around him. Suddenly, the looting turned violent, and a young boy was laying on the ground, gushing blood. &lt;br /&gt;In the chaos, Cooper stopped reporting, sprinted over, and dragged the stunned boy to safety." GMH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4hOyxibubI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fH0KV7grXq0/s1600-h/04_cooper_lgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4hOyxibubI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fH0KV7grXq0/s200/04_cooper_lgl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442686783875430834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heres a video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUYluCCTSK4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7801880140957024332?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7801880140957024332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-when-i-was-in-high-school-i-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7801880140957024332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7801880140957024332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-when-i-was-in-high-school-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4hOyxibubI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fH0KV7grXq0/s72-c/04_cooper_lgl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5606452352307519758</id><published>2010-02-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:39:42.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CALLING ALL TAEYANG IMITATORS!&lt;br /&gt;just because you have the "tae yang haircut", the earrings, and the chinky eyes &lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE TAEYANG LOL&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that these guys are ugly or hideous, some actually do have korean super star potential, but you will get no where as an imitation.&lt;br /&gt;be an innovator :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW if your gonna dance with jenny at the club, make sure you DON'T wear a hairband HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4cXN24gr5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4D3UcsFxBIg/s1600-h/youngbaeunseen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4cXN24gr5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4D3UcsFxBIg/s200/youngbaeunseen1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442344201538809746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew this little boy would become F A M O U S&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5606452352307519758?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5606452352307519758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/calling-all-taeyang-imitators-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5606452352307519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5606452352307519758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/calling-all-taeyang-imitators-just.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4cXN24gr5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4D3UcsFxBIg/s72-c/youngbaeunseen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5682643555459877014</id><published>2010-02-22T15:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:18:03.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the Olympics especially the summer ones and I am a crazy fan. Team USA or Team Korea? USA OF COURSE. People are always conflicted with two countries but for me, I am an American first and I will stand by her side FOREVER :D&lt;br /&gt;I love these times where countries go represent themselves in a “friendly battle” seeing which country has the best of the best. It’s a time where we just set our differences aside and just PLAY! &lt;br /&gt;Curling is a sport requiring years of practice to master a great skill and balance. They require  “a chessmasters mind as the skip has to be a extremely good strategist.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5682643555459877014?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5682643555459877014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-olympics-especially-summer-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5682643555459877014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5682643555459877014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-olympics-especially-summer-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7094637500891101821</id><published>2010-02-22T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:17:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL NO ANYONE CAN DO THAT SHIT HAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7094637500891101821?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7094637500891101821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-no-anyone-can-do-that-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7094637500891101821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7094637500891101821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-no-anyone-can-do-that-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1856618852318507878</id><published>2010-02-18T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:15:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S30TUGSUteI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0AMS5EnNt_g/s1600-h/you-re-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S30TUGSUteI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0AMS5EnNt_g/s200/you-re-not-alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439525160939206114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1856618852318507878?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1856618852318507878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-so-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1856618852318507878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1856618852318507878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S30TUGSUteI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0AMS5EnNt_g/s72-c/you-re-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-9105536793773654743</id><published>2010-02-17T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:56:14.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men I've met these days have become soft.&lt;br /&gt;So many have become dainty, cowardly pussies&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the ultimate real man? and I'm not talking about muscles or the guy with the expensive car....&lt;br /&gt;These days you see guys, freak out over bugs crawling ACROSS the room, guys who fix their hairs 24/7, and guys who talk about things but don't do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;My solution: I can be a little bit extreme but if I were in charge, THE PRESIDENT I would make it a requirement for all American males go to the army for at least a couple years to toughen them up. KOREAN STYLE. &lt;br /&gt;But you know there are some that I have met that are true men.  Guys who fight when they have to and break up a fight when they need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-9105536793773654743?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/9105536793773654743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-ive-met-these-days-have-become-soft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/9105536793773654743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/9105536793773654743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-ive-met-these-days-have-become-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6314235033147908784</id><published>2010-02-16T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:33:06.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve mention this to some people before...about plastic surgery. 53% of korean women has gotten plastic surgery in their lifetime. Usually its the blepharoplasty or the double eyelid surgery. If this enhances one’s look, then wouldn’t it enhances their chance of being considered attractive, and that enhances their chances of finding a mate which will then enhances their chances of reproducing. &lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that our generations of children will be uglier and uglier and uglier? lol &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against surgery, if it makes you happy go for it....&lt;br /&gt;Hyori wasn’t hideous before she got surgery. In other words, something like plastic surgery on your eyelids won’t dramatically change you from a hag to a princess. I heard people say korean stars are only pretty because they have surgery done on their face. BUT actually these stars need to look somewhat beautiful before to look fabulous in the end. They need to have potential in their features, so no not everyone can be SUPASTAR famous with surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3ubJkwntRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XD6DXaznHFA/s1600-h/harisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3ubJkwntRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XD6DXaznHFA/s200/harisu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439111563768739090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get a boner. thats was once a DUDE. lol this pic is after he/she got surgery&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness,&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes seek out the good in people&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry&lt;br /&gt;-audrey hepburn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6314235033147908784?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6314235033147908784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-mention-this-to-some-people-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6314235033147908784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6314235033147908784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-mention-this-to-some-people-before.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3ubJkwntRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XD6DXaznHFA/s72-c/harisu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8250593614880587450</id><published>2010-02-09T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:50:09.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thing I discovered at my house in la last time i went to visit my father....&lt;br /&gt;Father is single and is experiencing a midlife crisis! Someone help him out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JU-0f_TnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CLuDp3Ul2Yc/s1600-h/P1020214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JU-0f_TnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CLuDp3Ul2Yc/s200/P1020214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436501138411048562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JUFFxfYJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zmpTg2gmVmw/s1600-h/P1020213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JUFFxfYJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zmpTg2gmVmw/s200/P1020213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436500146615443602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 1) A FAKE IPOD NANO HAHAHHAHAHH WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JV6ufeCWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TXDrXxI2xm4/s1600-h/P1020216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JV6ufeCWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TXDrXxI2xm4/s200/P1020216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436502167590406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 2)Of course designer jeans is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JW4dfWMZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XCXK6_eNyEM/s1600-h/P1020215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JW4dfWMZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XCXK6_eNyEM/s200/P1020215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436503228178379154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;3 Last but not least.....a book about HOW TO LIGHT HER FIRE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8250593614880587450?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8250593614880587450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/thing-i-discovered-at-my-house-in-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8250593614880587450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8250593614880587450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/thing-i-discovered-at-my-house-in-la.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JU-0f_TnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CLuDp3Ul2Yc/s72-c/P1020214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5149658182538469379</id><published>2010-02-07T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:29:57.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JSW6K5JbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DuLKuCL5yRg/s1600-h/smack945-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JSW6K5JbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DuLKuCL5yRg/s320/smack945-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436498253715154354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY IS A STUPID HOLIDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5149658182538469379?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5149658182538469379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-stupid-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5149658182538469379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5149658182538469379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-stupid-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S3JSW6K5JbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DuLKuCL5yRg/s72-c/smack945-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8406970257719195927</id><published>2010-02-07T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:31:04.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentines Day is a day you celebrate with the man/woman you love. How could it be stupid?&lt;br /&gt;So then what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;peculiar&lt;/span&gt; and odd. Love is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unbalanced&lt;/span&gt; and a little obsessive, because you want to see them every chance you get. Love is sort of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;self destructiv&lt;/span&gt;e in that you'd rather hurt your own feelings than the person you love. Love is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;; its exposing your insecurities and negativities and wanting to change them into securities and positivities. ^.^  Love is about sacrifice, saving that last portion of mac n cheese for that one person, even though you have been starving all day.  &lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS EXTRAORDINARY&lt;br /&gt;All of the above? then you are in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me disprove something.  Love is NOT patient. Patience is a personality trait. I don't have it. So if I have to wait three hours for you all the time, I am always going to be upset. hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is life is too short to stay with someone that you don't love. It's a mission in life to find that one person before the clock of life ticks away.&lt;br /&gt;Two points of advice:&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't EVER limit yourself. Don't say, "I don't want to see them THAT much. I want balance." But remember i said earlier that to feel the ultimate euphoria of love is to explore the limitless.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't care what people think. People can talk. People can gossip. Those are the people that I feel will never understand. The people who will never feel the greatest feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;3) Move on if you haven't found him/her yet. There's no point of wasting your time and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the person you love can make you the happiest you can ever be, but they can make you the angriest you can ever be. "&lt;br /&gt;-NW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8406970257719195927?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8406970257719195927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-day-you-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8406970257719195927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8406970257719195927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-day-you-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8995969619729569809</id><published>2010-02-03T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:35:06.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S2okQ3kMm_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FeL7Aays3Is/s1600-h/hercules_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S2okQ3kMm_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FeL7Aays3Is/s320/hercules_1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434195772588202994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenia is a Greek word I learned in my classics class and it means being hospitable to your house guests. But what about your responsibility as a GUEST?&lt;br /&gt;Some things you should NEVER say/do as a guest at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;1) "Why is your house so dirty?" ----Can you seriously be THAT rude? LOL No matter how disgusting a place is, you never say that because its just plain insulting. &lt;br /&gt;2) "I am so bored."----Boring people are always bored. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;3) "Your dad is hott."----don't be a homewrecker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8995969619729569809?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8995969619729569809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/xenia-is-greek-word-i-learned-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8995969619729569809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8995969619729569809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/xenia-is-greek-word-i-learned-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S2okQ3kMm_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FeL7Aays3Is/s72-c/hercules_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7721738309189990440</id><published>2009-11-28T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:14:56.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxGEtRGCUII/AAAAAAAAAE8/2hUxu6VSAhc/s1600/my+cutie+when+he+sleeps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxGEtRGCUII/AAAAAAAAAE8/2hUxu6VSAhc/s320/my+cutie+when+he+sleeps2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409250540666376322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortpplpwn (1:39:03 AM): lets find peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7721738309189990440?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7721738309189990440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/shortpplpwn-13903-am-lets-find-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7721738309189990440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7721738309189990440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/shortpplpwn-13903-am-lets-find-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxGEtRGCUII/AAAAAAAAAE8/2hUxu6VSAhc/s72-c/my+cutie+when+he+sleeps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8226271844366843646</id><published>2009-11-28T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:58:56.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise I will never do that to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDmMZi60-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QX7jjBqEUlg/s1600/303037_74961_c54230ec02_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDmMZi60-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QX7jjBqEUlg/s320/303037_74961_c54230ec02_p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409076253162132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 80. She is 73. They are married for 52 years. In 2008 he had a stroke leaving him disabled. In 2009 she wants to leave…..&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will never do that you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDlUszHtnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qtARw6vf2D8/s1600/365693_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDlUszHtnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qtARw6vf2D8/s320/365693_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409075296257685106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In sickness and in health, till death do us part.”&lt;br /&gt;Say it only if you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;-Love, Sahra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8226271844366843646?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8226271844366843646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promise-i-will-never-do-that-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8226271844366843646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8226271844366843646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promise-i-will-never-do-that-to-you.html' title='I promise I will never do that to you...'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDmMZi60-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QX7jjBqEUlg/s72-c/303037_74961_c54230ec02_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1645956740087866758</id><published>2009-11-27T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:00:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK from the dead</title><content type='html'>I watched 2012 on Thanksgiving night. A disaster like that is quite possible (tsunamis, earthquakes, eruption of volcanoes) but very unrealistic… I personally do think something will happen on that date…but anyways what really popped out in the movie is that African American geologist. His character is so admirable. He is a true, selfless person who fights for the people and fights for what’s right. THAT IS A REAL MAN. And what IS realistic is the fact that there ARE people like that on this earth. One of them is my dad. For thanksgiving dinner, we sat with my family (it was awkward as hell by the way) and my uncle and dad, who are both doctors, talked about medi-cal patients. These patients are low income, government assisted patients who pay their doctor only 30% percent of money they usually get. My uncle asked why would you accept these patients when you don’t have to? and he said, “I became a doctor so I can provide a service to the public, regardless of how much money they have.” Truly and utterly admirable…&lt;br /&gt;“The moment we stop fighting for each other is the moment we lose our humanity”- the black geologist from 2012&lt;br /&gt;Btw my fourteen year old cousin is 5’7 and growing a mustache WTF…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDKKVLDAJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cw6srzaNUZE/s1600/moostache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDKKVLDAJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cw6srzaNUZE/s320/moostache.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409045431302946962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM 5’7 AND I HAVE A MOOSTACHEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1645956740087866758?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1645956740087866758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1645956740087866758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1645956740087866758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-from-dead.html' title='IM BACK from the dead'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SxDKKVLDAJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cw6srzaNUZE/s72-c/moostache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4706089656441073980</id><published>2009-10-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:06:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I am nervous, tense, stressed and scared, I like to take of shot or two of alcohol. :) It calms my soul really....&lt;br /&gt;But what if I am nervous, tense, stressed and scared when I am DRIVING&lt;br /&gt;FACKKKKKKK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4706089656441073980?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4706089656441073980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-am-nervous-tense-stressed-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4706089656441073980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4706089656441073980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-am-nervous-tense-stressed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6086199898208418412</id><published>2009-10-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:39:00.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid..</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;1) doctor&lt;br /&gt;2) fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;3) a teacher&lt;br /&gt;4) Interior designer&lt;br /&gt;5) Flute player&lt;br /&gt;6) Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;7) Veternarian&lt;br /&gt;8) Billionare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these occupations combined into one little ten year old Sahra.&lt;br /&gt;What you learn as you become an adult is that we need to choose what is important to us the most. AND in the process give up a little bit or a lot. If we want to be that doctor one day we have to give up play time and if we want to be that famous musician, you have to give up being with your family. Its about giving up and at the same time not giving up. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can find a balance between the two, but this is hard and sometimes impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be all those in the list. I think I'll just settle for a billionare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Childhood is measured out by sounds and smiles and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6086199898208418412?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6086199898208418412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-was-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6086199898208418412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6086199898208418412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I was a kid..'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1593902949220565086</id><published>2009-10-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:07:57.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACT AND QUESTION</title><content type='html'>- FACT: forcing yourself to smile does indeed make you happier&lt;br /&gt;- ?: I wash my hands every 20 to 30 minutes because I'm afraid of getting sick (bad experience in freshmen year) Does this mean I'm OCD? O_o&lt;br /&gt;- FACT: quote- "Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment."&lt;br /&gt;- ?: Will I be a hostage forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1593902949220565086?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1593902949220565086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/fact-and-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1593902949220565086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1593902949220565086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/fact-and-question.html' title='FACT AND QUESTION'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3812767259767894019</id><published>2009-10-10T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:25:04.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary mooovie</title><content type='html'>i love scary movies and when there is an opportunity to watch one I'm down. So Ive watched a lot of them. I just watched Paranormal Activity on my date with tree and this movie is the most realistic paranormal movie Ive have ever watched...except the ending tho....and at times it got kinda dull but overall it was good, i recommend ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;The most disturbing movie Ive ever watched has to be the hills have eyes number one because it involves family and you cant help thinking damn what if that was my family? That movie has a lot of boo's and things popping out.&lt;br /&gt;the most disturbing thing is treesa laughing at all the scary moments of that movie...disturbing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3812767259767894019?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3812767259767894019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/scary-mooovie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3812767259767894019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3812767259767894019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/scary-mooovie.html' title='scary mooovie'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-325740979396459876</id><published>2009-10-08T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:51:13.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surveys</title><content type='html'>So I've been taking a lot of online surveys these days because of extra credit for my classes and even a raffle to get free rent. I told myself I could just bullshit all these questions and punch in "neutral" for every answer to get it over with. Why not, everyone does it right? But then I thought harder and realized that people use this data from surveys to really make a difference. A GOOD DIFFERENCE and in general to make the WORLD A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE YAYY They are trying to improve things for US and no else. It directly effects us! &lt;br /&gt;People have incentives like money or like extra points or raffles to make us interested but doing this actually makes us do surveys because "we have to" not because we care. So to peeps out there if your not going to take it seriously, then don't do it at all because in the end it fucks up everything.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;saranghae &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-325740979396459876?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/325740979396459876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/surveys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/325740979396459876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/325740979396459876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/surveys.html' title='surveys'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1568494451174166285</id><published>2009-10-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:59:05.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next time&lt;br /&gt;please watch what you say. it really hurt me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1568494451174166285?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1568494451174166285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-time-please-watch-what-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1568494451174166285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1568494451174166285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-time-please-watch-what-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7644505947546719686</id><published>2009-10-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:41:23.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsrYaJIJiLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3VQmn8cRtUU/s1600-h/2833221999_42c93b6a03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsrYaJIJiLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3VQmn8cRtUU/s320/2833221999_42c93b6a03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389357847740516530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7644505947546719686?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7644505947546719686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7644505947546719686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7644505947546719686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsrYaJIJiLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3VQmn8cRtUU/s72-c/2833221999_42c93b6a03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5956338266858303249</id><published>2009-10-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:12:31.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stand up for whats right. It doesn't matter how much I love you or how much I care about you or what great friend you are or how close you are to me. If you are wrong I will tell you. Don't think that I choose sides based on who you are, but by your ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Happy October! My favorite holiday!&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw a ghost last night O_o&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5956338266858303249?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5956338266858303249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-stand-up-for-whats-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5956338266858303249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5956338266858303249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-stand-up-for-whats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2493525304137326853</id><published>2009-09-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:06:38.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsRxB64UOII/AAAAAAAAADo/ig6MWibjPo4/s1600-h/grandpama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsRxB64UOII/AAAAAAAAADo/ig6MWibjPo4/s320/grandpama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387555332041226370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are a time of joyous celebration. happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Today is my grandpa's birthday and he is 80 years old. I called him at 12:00 exactly and he answered. He said what he always says on the phone with me. "Don't worry your going to get into medical school, your a smart girl." But today when I heard him, I couldn't hold back my tears. He was the one who raised me. &lt;br /&gt;I am sad on this day.&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandpa so much&lt;br /&gt;-sahra&lt;br /&gt;A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-2493525304137326853?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2493525304137326853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthdays-are-time-of-joyous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2493525304137326853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2493525304137326853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthdays-are-time-of-joyous.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SsRxB64UOII/AAAAAAAAADo/ig6MWibjPo4/s72-c/grandpama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6180913054339623449</id><published>2009-09-27T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:39:52.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologize if I offend anyone from this post.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a God. God is good and I love him. He is the ultimate form of the perfect being.  In fact when something goes my way, I always thank God because I know it is HIS doing. I don’t blame him for my misfortunes ever. God does ONLY good things. I know that a lot of people however that blame him for bad things that happen in their lives. These bad things A PART OF LIFE. He should never be held responsible. &lt;br /&gt;So then why don’t I go to church? I never felt I fit in at church even at a young age. It simply isn’t for me, yet I continued to force myself. What made me stop completely took one moment. One day at service, this man came up on stage and said “I have a baby daughter and I love her so much…she so beautiful blah blah blah.” Then he said something that still gives me chills to this day. He said “Even though I love her so much I would give her life up for God.” My question is why in the world would God give a man such a precious gift and then ask to him to return it? The answer I came up with is: HE WOULDN’T do that. If his baby suddenly died, he would think that it was God who took her away. But what I believe is in reality, death is a simply part of life. Life is the greatest gift that HE has given us and death unfortunately n comes with the package deal. We are told that we need to fear God, but how can we fear someone that we love. I’ll tell you, when I was young and I feared my dad, I absolutely hated him. So this is impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6180913054339623449?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6180913054339623449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-apologize-if-i-offend-anyone-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6180913054339623449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6180913054339623449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-apologize-if-i-offend-anyone-from.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7292833229686565678</id><published>2009-09-25T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:09:32.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Srx5dbgupFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yo0jpa6_wWU/s1600-h/an+adventure+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Srx5dbgupFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yo0jpa6_wWU/s320/an+adventure+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385312800936469586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Srx4PoGkjKI/AAAAAAAAADY/4hnbdjfD28E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Srx4PoGkjKI/AAAAAAAAADY/4hnbdjfD28E/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385311464286620834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight days and counting. I'm proud of you Georgy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;"Quitting smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I've done it dozens of times." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7292833229686565678?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7292833229686565678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/eight-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7292833229686565678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7292833229686565678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/eight-days-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Srx5dbgupFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yo0jpa6_wWU/s72-c/an+adventure+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4463491647263957565</id><published>2009-09-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:10:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miscommunication</title><content type='html'>So today I had an argument with a person that I truly care for. Since I truly care for this individual, and since I hate the way I fell after a fight, I asked myself why did we argue? The answer: miscommunication. Alexander Graham Bell did a great thing for society inventing the telephone and giving people the ability to communicate from long distances without the use of dot dot dot dash dot dot. And this cleared up a lot. But how else can we improve this? How would we make it that we do improve and understand what the recipient has to say. Change of language maybe? How about we find a way to read each others mind. yeah someone should invent that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4463491647263957565?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4463491647263957565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/miscommunication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4463491647263957565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4463491647263957565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/miscommunication.html' title='miscommunication'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6570505768640163858</id><published>2009-09-24T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:40:05.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYGDlCntI/AAAAAAAAADI/SdlUQ7CgSGI/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYGDlCntI/AAAAAAAAADI/SdlUQ7CgSGI/s320/44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384994640514686674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I have first day of class at eight am tommorrow and I can't fucking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;"The best things in life are unseen. That's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6570505768640163858?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6570505768640163858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-way-i-have-first-day-of-class-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6570505768640163858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6570505768640163858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-way-i-have-first-day-of-class-at.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYGDlCntI/AAAAAAAAADI/SdlUQ7CgSGI/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6980202287349802173</id><published>2009-09-24T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:46:27.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my main flaws.</title><content type='html'>There’s a time when you have so much time on your hands that you stop to think. What are my flaws? &lt;br /&gt;1) I am very indecisive. So indecisive to the point where people make decisions for me. Basically when you grow up with a twin you can literally multitask. When a friend asks for help and at the same time another friend needs you, that is when Theresa comes in. I am able to please both parties and they are usually happy and satisfied. But unfortunately once you get older and we go our separate ways this twin multitasking ability diminishes. So who do I help friend A or friend B? What I do unconsciously is I agree to help them both even though realistically my one body can’t possibly do so.&lt;br /&gt;" I can't give you a sure fire formula for success, but U can give you a formula for failure: try to please everybody at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;-Herbert Bayard Swope&lt;br /&gt;2) I tend to give up when something doesn’t work first try. When something doesn’t work for me, what I do is say “it wasn’t meant to be” and I stop trying.  One thing I admire about Theresa is that she has that no bullshit mentality which is very opposite from me. When she wants something she goes for it. For me, when there is a problem, I drop the pieces and leave. The good thing about this is no confrontation, no stress, and a new start. The bad thing is that sometimes you lose those opportunities that really you were meant to have if you kept trying. Possible regrets. The bad outweighs the good in this case.&lt;br /&gt;"There are two different kinds of people in this world: those who finish what they start, and "&lt;br /&gt;-Brad Ramsey&lt;br /&gt;3) I block out reality I’m in denial. A friend called this naïve. I refuse to believe some things that are purely facts. I refuse to believe in negativity even though they are truth. I essentially live in a Sahra fantasy world where everyone has good intentions and eat ice cream all day. The problem? This makes me incredibly ignorant and stupid. BUT if I became a realist, I’d discover all the atrocities in this world, which would become imprinted in my brain, and eventually deteriorate me into depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYWsGkpYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LbYqB1GmLzo/s1600-h/life_beautiful+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYWsGkpYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LbYqB1GmLzo/s320/life_beautiful+(14).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384994926270653826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am extremely superficial. First impressions are a big thing for me, when in reality they shouldn't be. I should know a human being for the person they are. &lt;br /&gt;Its important to realize your flaws so that hopefully you can improve them. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you have a nice day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6980202287349802173?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6980202287349802173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-main-flaws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6980202287349802173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6980202287349802173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-main-flaws.html' title='my main flaws.'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrtYWsGkpYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LbYqB1GmLzo/s72-c/life_beautiful+(14).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4634834287878379621</id><published>2009-09-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:43:39.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer lessons</title><content type='html'>This I’ve learn this summer:&lt;br /&gt;1.)When people cause something to happen that you dislike and it is constant problem, this means you need to leave these people. Well not leave, but in good terms release them and find new people who bring in positive energy into your life.&lt;br /&gt;2.)The only person you can depend on is yourself. There are not that many selfless people in this world. Very rare. Some people won’t even have the opportunity to meet one. So, be comfortable with being by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3.)When you stumble upon what you think is a bad experience, think of it as a good one because in the end you come out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Life Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;"Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want."&lt;br /&gt;-Tori Fuller&lt;br /&gt;By the way I pet a kitty today. I named her Pookie she looks like this. Minus the poofiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrrelKToA8I/AAAAAAAAADA/2yaij_2SB9s/s1600-h/gray-white-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrrelKToA8I/AAAAAAAAADA/2yaij_2SB9s/s320/gray-white-cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384861034478044098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4634834287878379621?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4634834287878379621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4634834287878379621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4634834287878379621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-lessons.html' title='summer lessons'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrrelKToA8I/AAAAAAAAADA/2yaij_2SB9s/s72-c/gray-white-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6062156754829785034</id><published>2009-09-18T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:53:03.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR all you SMELLY MEN</title><content type='html'>So I found out something strange. Do you know what is a main factor that attracts one person to another? Forget their looks. Forget their personality. Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;It’s his SMELL. &lt;br /&gt;For all my fellow biology major students: women preferably choose the scent of a man whose genetic composition is greater in difference to hers.&lt;br /&gt;Women have a sixth sense. Yipeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;I realize this from my own experience. It’s not his sweat. It’s not his nasty flatulence. But something about George smells so good to me and I don’t know what the hell it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;"Guys who have big muscles and a nice car are usually trying to make up for a lost feature."&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;don't think perverted. Its their smells! ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in other news: start saying bye bye to summer.. say bye bye to sleepin in T_T WAHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrNNZ4YeNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cjHTfrgl2uo/s1600-h/life_beautiful+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrNNZ4YeNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cjHTfrgl2uo/s320/life_beautiful+(15).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382731086664971650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6062156754829785034?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6062156754829785034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-you-smelly-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6062156754829785034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6062156754829785034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-you-smelly-men.html' title='FOR all you SMELLY MEN'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrNNZ4YeNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cjHTfrgl2uo/s72-c/life_beautiful+(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5812609860365039654</id><published>2009-09-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:03:50.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrGnBB10_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ZaGY8ndFJQ/s1600-h/n512949868_1239860_3786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrGnBB10_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ZaGY8ndFJQ/s320/n512949868_1239860_3786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382266665800367458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically majority of the peeps I know now are 20 yrs old. In a good 5 to seven years we are going to get married. WTH How can you think about getting married when you still feel like a kid! Haha I bet a lot of people wonder who your significant other will be.  I read somewhere “Marriage is a case where both partners need to give up something to get something different and greater in return. If anyone is selfish about the relationship then it won't work.” This is so true. My parents and ALL of my close friend’s parents are all divorced. Sad but the reason why they did is because one or both of them simply stop trying. In my opinion, any marriage can work as long as they keep TRY. It seems so simple, but this is the key for a successful marriage. Both of them need to try. It takes two to tango. Once one person starts giving up, it’s done.&lt;br /&gt;There are two things that I have to mention for preparation. One. There is no such thing as a perfect person, therefore you need to accept some things and habits that you might not exactly like or agree with. Two. Never have too many high expectation of your significant other because you’re always going to be disappointed. No one can read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that I have learned from my parents failed marriage. Your experiences both good or bad, are always going to teach you something. TRUST&lt;br /&gt;"Love is blind--marriage is the eye opener"&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5812609860365039654?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5812609860365039654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5812609860365039654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5812609860365039654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SrGnBB10_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ZaGY8ndFJQ/s72-c/n512949868_1239860_3786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8632883898127923225</id><published>2009-09-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:56:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven years</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago I did something terrible. I purposely broke a mirror (theresa’s favorite green toy mirror to be exact) and now I’m paying for it. Seven years of braces. KARMA is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Tree.&lt;br /&gt; I still hate you tho. :D&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Be kind to all&lt;br /&gt;"Just be who you are, wait your turn, don't push.Be beautiful, be graceful. If you're going to get angry, be angry behind closed doors. Don't ever let them see you sweat. Just hold your head up no matter what, and don't ever let anyone stomp you out."&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8632883898127923225?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8632883898127923225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8632883898127923225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8632883898127923225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-years.html' title='seven years'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-966572620899692018</id><published>2009-09-08T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:16:02.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT PERSON</title><content type='html'>I have found the PERFECT person. This person always has a positive attitude, will do anything for a friend, loves work without the anticipation of being paid, funny, cute, bubbly, and…...square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqbThW7TpgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZweL15JXK_U/s1600-h/612~SpongeBob-SquarePants-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqbThW7TpgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZweL15JXK_U/s320/612~SpongeBob-SquarePants-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379219374984111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone followed him  his way of life, we would live in a perfect world. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad not everyone watches spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the perfect person isn’t human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect, therefore, I am perfect."&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-966572620899692018?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/966572620899692018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/966572620899692018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/966572620899692018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-person.html' title='THE PERFECT PERSON'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqbThW7TpgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZweL15JXK_U/s72-c/612~SpongeBob-SquarePants-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-6810521886707717912</id><published>2009-09-06T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:26:15.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what I miss the most? &lt;br /&gt;CLUBBING&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing with the lago girls. I miss the beating sensation in your ears, possibly warning your brain about your damage to your ear drums due to the loud music after you leave. Believe it or not I even miss the smell of the sweat drenched people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all. LETS GO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSXhYxXW3I/AAAAAAAAACg/5Y1zU3tbZQo/s1600-h/love+in+da+club+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSXhYxXW3I/AAAAAAAAACg/5Y1zU3tbZQo/s320/love+in+da+club+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378590454828194674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSW7tjC06I/AAAAAAAAACY/mN6DztBG4rQ/s1600-h/darklife+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSW7tjC06I/AAAAAAAAACY/mN6DztBG4rQ/s320/darklife+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378589807570244514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSWx0SORZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s63HhwB9iT8/s1600-h/all+cal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSWx0SORZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s63HhwB9iT8/s320/all+cal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378589637580047762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance like no one's watching, love like you'll never be hurt, singlike no one's listening, live like it's heaven on earth." -William Purky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-6810521886707717912?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6810521886707717912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know-what-i-miss-most-clubbing-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6810521886707717912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/6810521886707717912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know-what-i-miss-most-clubbing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqSXhYxXW3I/AAAAAAAAACg/5Y1zU3tbZQo/s72-c/love+in+da+club+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3255605761874290558</id><published>2009-09-05T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:05:53.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqLuMSca_8I/AAAAAAAAACA/GdHU9RyaWMk/s1600-h/0805040756471ind_7632c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqLuMSca_8I/AAAAAAAAACA/GdHU9RyaWMk/s320/0805040756471ind_7632c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378122799910682562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is how i feel right now. Completely and perfectly content. This is the feeling I live for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear music."&lt;br /&gt;-Fredrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3255605761874290558?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3255605761874290558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-picture-is-how-i-feel-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3255605761874290558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3255605761874290558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-picture-is-how-i-feel-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqLuMSca_8I/AAAAAAAAACA/GdHU9RyaWMk/s72-c/0805040756471ind_7632c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2082997980776532164</id><published>2009-09-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:45:18.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqG0M_gebLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i59yh42AGqU/s1600-h/WebCam_20070828_2150(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqG0M_gebLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i59yh42AGqU/s320/WebCam_20070828_2150(2).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377777565356158130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i poker face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-2082997980776532164?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2082997980776532164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2082997980776532164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2082997980776532164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-poker-face.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqG0M_gebLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i59yh42AGqU/s72-c/WebCam_20070828_2150(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-2574055449560845012</id><published>2009-09-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:57:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldilocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqGNMKU52qI/AAAAAAAAABw/ci6i5wiIjgU/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqGNMKU52qI/AAAAAAAAABw/ci6i5wiIjgU/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377734670127061666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too big, not too small. Not too hard, not too soft. Not too much, not too little. BUT just right. You know what I realized? Almost everything in life should be kept in moderation. Goldilocks status. It applies for everything. For example, everyone wants those A’s in school, but that takes a lot work. You got to sacrifice hanging out with friends, fooling around and having a good time just because you’re studying 24/7. So is it worth it? Getting a failing grade is bad too because that affects your future. It’s the two extremes. (Unless you’re a super genius or something, which is again another extreme and most of these people, from what I seen have low self esteem, and bad social skills) The main point is being in the extremities is not normal. Being average is. &lt;br /&gt;Did you know that even the most beautiful people have faces that have average features? A nose, lips and eyes that are not too big and not too small.  Interesting huh? &lt;br /&gt;This applies to other things too, like “caring” for someone. Caring so much seems like a great thing but at the same time, people start taking advantage of you because they think they can depend on you all the time. If you care too much and one day you get disappointed, it hits your emotions like crazy, making you super depressed. But if you start being careless. Then obviously that’s a problem too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution is making a balance. Reach equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;But FUCK it’s harder done than said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-2574055449560845012?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2574055449560845012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/goldilocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2574055449560845012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/2574055449560845012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/goldilocks.html' title='Goldilocks.'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqGNMKU52qI/AAAAAAAAABw/ci6i5wiIjgU/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1887932738212879435</id><published>2009-09-03T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:35:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqBSriQeKcI/AAAAAAAAABg/A7twSW-Ty3I/s1600-h/Aiguille_Verte_by_samuelbitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqBSriQeKcI/AAAAAAAAABg/A7twSW-Ty3I/s320/Aiguille_Verte_by_samuelbitton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377388862964115906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets take the long way home for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1887932738212879435?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1887932738212879435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-take-long-way-home-for-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1887932738212879435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1887932738212879435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-take-long-way-home-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SqBSriQeKcI/AAAAAAAAABg/A7twSW-Ty3I/s72-c/Aiguille_Verte_by_samuelbitton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-825457469201380619</id><published>2009-09-02T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:46:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hypocrite. Someone called me that. At first I was offended, but afterwards I thought about it and I realized, how many of us, for example, called someone out for shit talking and then we go out and complain to our friends about how much of a shit talker they are.  &lt;br /&gt;Human. That’s what a hypocrite is. I’m not offended any more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-825457469201380619?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/825457469201380619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/825457469201380619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/825457469201380619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrite.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3573087110772991321</id><published>2009-09-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:03:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls&lt;br /&gt;1) Girls don’t care if you pull out a chair or open a car door for them. It nice, unless you’re willing to do this for her all the time. They want consistency. Why would you want to hang out with someone who expects you do be like a slave anyway?&lt;br /&gt;2) To follow up with number 1, consistency is very important. Constantly tell her that you appreciate them as a friend/girlfriend or whatever or else they will forget. They notice this&lt;br /&gt;3) Girls don’t like cockiness. They do like confidence however. There is a very fine line. &lt;br /&gt;4) Not all girls like chick-flicks. &lt;br /&gt;5) Girls love it when guys hold heavy stuff for them. Not only does it show that they are real men, it also shows that they want to actually help. So when a chick is holding heavy ass groceries, guys should always offer to hold it for them. That’s the way it should be. Holding her purse is however a no no and demeaning to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;6) Girls hate pussy guys. There’s a time where a guy needs to fight and a time where they need to be smart and back out. BUT you can’t back out all the time. Sorry, boys need to fight sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;7) Girls remember everything. Words said out of anger can hurt, so be careful what you say. &lt;br /&gt;Boys&lt;br /&gt;1) Boys absolutely hate liars. Especially lying girls. For guys it takes years to build up the feeling of trust and it takes very little even seconds to destroy everything&lt;br /&gt;2) Boys love compliments. Of course too much of this can cause cockiness. (refer to  girls number 3)&lt;br /&gt;3) Not all boys hate chick flicks :D&lt;br /&gt;4) Boys love chocolate? DUDE I DON’T KNOW IM NOT BOY! &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3573087110772991321?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3573087110772991321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-to-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3573087110772991321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3573087110772991321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-to-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8508119315783888013</id><published>2009-09-01T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:19:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Sp2rqPoZqlI/AAAAAAAAABY/AgW9QXP1kO0/s1600-h/dedburg031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Sp2rqPoZqlI/AAAAAAAAABY/AgW9QXP1kO0/s320/dedburg031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642272389081682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Sp2rIfk5M0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/rx-rF9qW2Xs/s1600-h/me+room9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Sp2rIfk5M0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/rx-rF9qW2Xs/s320/me+room9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641692553786178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... i miss you miranda.. COME BACK ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8508119315783888013?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8508119315783888013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-take-life-too-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8508119315783888013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8508119315783888013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-take-life-too-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/Sp2rqPoZqlI/AAAAAAAAABY/AgW9QXP1kO0/s72-c/dedburg031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8790598683961540259</id><published>2009-08-31T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:15:12.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a man ho?</title><content type='html'>For all those boys out there: so when someone calls you a “man whore,” what does it exactly mean?  It means there’s a vibe that only females can detect. And usually the guy is GOOD LOOKING. YAY? Or NAY? I’m not sure if that should be taken as a compliment. Guys who are considered a man whore will therefore only attract lady whores… But, the girls they really want in the end are the good, pure girls. Unfortunately they mostly likely won’t go for you. According to a friend of mine: A GOOD GIRL, she tells me “I mean come on, why would I want someone who is likely to be tainted and contaminated?” I'm not saying though that all good looking peeps are sluts. THATS DEF NOT TRUE... &lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know that I love finding cool quotes. “Opposites attract” is one that I cannot agree with. I believe that people that are similar in personality with each other will most likely get together and probably stay together happily forever. So you know in movies where the badass guy gets the good girl? WRONG… this is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;“Some burn hot and fast, but don’t last very long&lt;br /&gt;Some burn a while, but don’t throw off much heat&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ome smolder beautifully for a long time&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;-cadillac commercial &lt;br /&gt;Haha but one more question…..&lt;br /&gt;Whats a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;“Good girls are bad girls that never get caught.”&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8790598683961540259?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8790598683961540259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-man-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8790598683961540259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8790598683961540259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-man-ho.html' title='What is a man ho?'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3580641242796970642</id><published>2009-08-31T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:28:34.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpxOhwqGmBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-L9yt8EHOfQ/s1600-h/unusual_body_art_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpxOhwqGmBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-L9yt8EHOfQ/s320/unusual_body_art_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376258397077674002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be looked over than overlooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3580641242796970642?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3580641242796970642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-better-to-be-looked-over-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3580641242796970642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3580641242796970642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-better-to-be-looked-over-than.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpxOhwqGmBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-L9yt8EHOfQ/s72-c/unusual_body_art_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4500445316383124087</id><published>2009-08-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:10:28.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEP ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpsUs8iGJlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Pac95laAJA/s1600-h/joejet.com_000227-07_assorted-images_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpsUs8iGJlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Pac95laAJA/s320/joejet.com_000227-07_assorted-images_mini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375913342592755282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im miserable when there is no conversation.Like when there are people in a room but they don't talk. When you ask them questions but they answer with one word comments like, "No thanks" or "Okay"; thats it! and its driving me insane. I can't go 10 minutes without interaction;  someone talking to me face to face or on the phone or even online is okay. But my brain needs some kind of stimulation....or else my brain will start rotting inside out. I guess I can talk to myself..Im going loco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4500445316383124087?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4500445316383124087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hep-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4500445316383124087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4500445316383124087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hep-me.html' title='HEP ME!'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpsUs8iGJlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Pac95laAJA/s72-c/joejet.com_000227-07_assorted-images_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-1002651853585602233</id><published>2009-08-29T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:39:28.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old peeps</title><content type='html'>Today I went to souplantation and there was a lot of old people. If you know me, I LOVE old people. Maybe it’s because I grew up with my grandparents but their presence truly make me happy. I saw this grandpa there who came alone and he had suspenders and gigantic glasses reading the newspaper and drinking soup. :) Even when I was a kid I wanted to make a wonderful retirement home just for them. Heehee But I know, there are people out there who mistreat older people just because of the fact that in society today, people tend to not care about or not value those who no longer work. People see them as “unproductive” just because they are retired. This is not TOTALLY wrong wrong wrong. Seniors are wise and know so much because they were part of history. They are the key to stop history from repeating itself. We can learn so much about life from their experiences...so dont take your grandparents for granted. Cheers to seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way....&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thestar.com/living/article/669304&lt;br /&gt;teehee i just added all the "sahra kim's" that i could find on facebook ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-1002651853585602233?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1002651853585602233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1002651853585602233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/1002651853585602233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-peeps.html' title='old peeps'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8312600358949134699</id><published>2009-08-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:23:32.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Georgy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjlM9iNhWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ypn89sIu9m4/s1600-h/cute.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjlM9iNhWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ypn89sIu9m4/s320/cute.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375298166105933154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy….. is a guy who still will love me even if I fail :), the guy who doesn’t  get me nervous when I’m driving :), the guy who cares when I’m hurting :), the guy who never hangs up without saying I love you :), the guy that thinks cuddling is the best feeling in the world :), the guy who never looks at other girls :), the guy who worries when your home too late, the guy who loves 2 am night talks :), the guy who enjoys blowing raspberries on your belly :), the guy who thinks he’s allergic to everything I make for him &gt;:[, the guy who brings you food when you say your not hungry :), the guy who gives you most of the pillow at sleepy time :),  the guy who loves to make me laugh :), the guy who showers me with kisses :), the guy who dares to challenge you (like when you have to go take a pee) :), the guy who would play and tease you even when he’s super tired to the point where his eyes look soo damn red it looks like he smoked a shitload :), the guy who will always hold you super close :)the guy who makes me a better person :)&lt;br /&gt;That’s the guy I have and I love the most. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When two hearts race, both win."&lt;br /&gt;-dove chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8312600358949134699?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8312600358949134699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-georgy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8312600358949134699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8312600358949134699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-georgy.html' title='To Georgy'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjlM9iNhWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ypn89sIu9m4/s72-c/cute.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7557626987286879085</id><published>2009-08-28T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:53:36.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days I am so thankful there are things like the internet, aim and facebook. This is how you NETWORK , get to know people better without worrying if a piece of spinach is in yo teeth (or in my case braces), and talk to your loved ones while they away cough cough* Georgy (since my phone is a piece of shit)&lt;br /&gt;Life before the computer:&lt;br /&gt;“ Remember when memory was something you lost with age, an application was for employment, a keyboard was a piano, a web was a spider’s home, a virus was the flu, a hard drive was a long trip on the road, and if you had a     3 ½ inch floppy…..you just hoped nobody found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjPonWWwCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CGHswifku-4/s1600-h/timon_and_pumba_irl_28090_1250796026_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjPonWWwCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CGHswifku-4/s320/timon_and_pumba_irl_28090_1250796026_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375274451931152418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hakuna matata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7557626987286879085?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7557626987286879085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-days-i-am-so-thankful-there-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7557626987286879085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7557626987286879085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-days-i-am-so-thankful-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpjPonWWwCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CGHswifku-4/s72-c/timon_and_pumba_irl_28090_1250796026_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-5953094109024473286</id><published>2009-08-27T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:30:46.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like these days’ people are just too scared and too paranoid. People don’t do the things they love because they too scared. Being worried about the future is a good thing, no doubt, but is it worth giving up ALL the pleasures and loves in life? Nope I don’t think so. Maybe things should not be kept in excess. Like drinking a moderate amount of coke. Or drinking a moderate amount of beer etc etc …..don’t worry ladies it won’t make you THAT fat.&lt;br /&gt;"You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred." - Woody Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-5953094109024473286?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5953094109024473286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-these-days-people-are-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5953094109024473286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/5953094109024473286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-these-days-people-are-just.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-8612711092296496382</id><published>2009-08-26T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:05:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know that myth that girls plan their wedding since they are like 2 years old?&lt;br /&gt;well honestly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpXbjy7IhPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iygCAzsTVAc/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpXbjy7IhPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iygCAzsTVAc/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374443138348254450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true :D teeeheeeehheee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-8612711092296496382?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8612711092296496382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-that-myth-that-girls-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8612711092296496382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/8612711092296496382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-that-myth-that-girls-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/SpXbjy7IhPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iygCAzsTVAc/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4819782170705465975</id><published>2009-08-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:13:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I was gonna change my major from bio to psychology this summer. I’ve heard a lot of peeps say “I’m not going to be a psych major because what would I do with a psych major degree after I’m done with college?”  A lot of people discourage me but I want to be a psychologist. Back in highschool I took a psychology ap class that changed my life for the better. Medical doctors fix the body: anything physical and can be fixed in a logical way. Psychologists fix the mind: change the way people think; more abstract-ish. Doctors can fix heart issues, psychologists fix issues of the heart. If people knew certain things about the great powers of the mind, it could change a lot in your life like prevent arguments and misunderstandings that can be poisonous to your relationships. Do you dream of overcoming your fear of spiders? Do you wish your could be more popular?  Do you want to become happier? These all seem like things you can accomplish if you rub a magic lamp. But in fact, it all starts in your mind. You can be your own genie and grant your own wishes: BUT only if you learn to think the right way.  I bet you can even learn to make the guy or girl of your dreams fall for you. Wink wink ;) It MAGIC minus the hocus pocus stuff &lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna be with me, baby&lt;br /&gt;There's a price you pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genie in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;You gotta rub me the right way&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;I can make your wish come true&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make a big impression&lt;br /&gt;I gotta like what you do "&lt;br /&gt;-christina aguilara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4819782170705465975?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4819782170705465975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-believe-in-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4819782170705465975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4819782170705465975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='do you believe in magic?'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-4171947735618461999</id><published>2009-08-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:34:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do before I die</title><content type='html'>1.) Watch the Olympic games LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Get a New Year's kiss on Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;3.) bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;4.) Sleep in a tent outside&lt;br /&gt;5.) Meet an angel&lt;br /&gt;6.) Sleep under the starts&lt;br /&gt;7.) Stay over a haunted house at night time&lt;br /&gt;8.) Eat a habanero pepper&lt;br /&gt;9.) Be a bridesmaid as many times as I can&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-4171947735618461999?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4171947735618461999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-do-before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4171947735618461999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/4171947735618461999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things to do before I die'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3309592959341647940</id><published>2009-08-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:31:12.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am shocked about how racist some people are. Realistically, people are always going to prejudge. It’s what people do and it’s unavoidable in life. We treat people a certain way based on the way they look, their race and their gender. It’s unfortunately part of being a human being. I mean evolutionary, that’s how animals survived and thrived in the past. But then again even animals don’t treat other animals like shit because they are different “species” or race. And yet the most well developed, smartest creatures in the world-human beings- are capable of doing this. But then again you can’t blame them either, because people aren’t born to hate people who are different than themselves. They are LEARNED to hate. Blame it on the parents.&lt;br /&gt;“My mouth may say racists things, but my penis is a humanitarian.”&lt;br /&gt;-dave chapelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3309592959341647940?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3309592959341647940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3309592959341647940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3309592959341647940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/really.html' title='REALLY?'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-7312365273395127230</id><published>2009-08-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:06:13.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D funniest convo with ANDY FANG!</title><content type='html'>(long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;sahra: pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;andy: beast from beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:38:52 PM): im scared&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:38:55 PM): i gotta learn &lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:03 PM): i dont wanna turn out... like u&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:39:14 PM): hahahahhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:16 PM): a bio major that wants to be a farmer pssshaw&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:39:23 PM): i dont want to be a farmer&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:39:27 PM): i want to be a fish farmer&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:29 PM): LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:39:32 PM): there is a huge difference mister!&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:40 PM): soo ur like&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:42 PM): aqua animals&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:39:50 PM): instead of land&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:40:01 PM): wait... how do u become a fish farmer?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:40:06 PM): how do u milk a fish?&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:40:21 PM): you tell me&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:40:25 PM): i want to be a mermaid but not ariel&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:40:38 PM): sariel&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:40:57 PM): ariel is HOT&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:04 PM): shes the hottest disney character by farrr&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:41:13 PM): NAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWww&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:15 PM): wait... i mean pochahantas hahaha&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:41:22 PM): no shes not the hottest either&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:26 PM): then who??&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:41:28 PM): belle is&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:35 PM): f'reall?&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:41:35 PM): ur wifey cuz your the beast remeber&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:44 PM): oooh yeahh totally&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:41:51 PM): dang i have it goood&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:42:29 PM): hahahah&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:42:31 PM): sexy beast&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:42:33 PM): grrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:43:33 PM): i dont have a wife that wants to be a guy, or wants to have legs, or wants to wake up, or is pursued by a crazy witch, i have a wife that loves me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:43:35 PM): yayayaya&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:02 PM): HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:04 PM): yeyeyeyeye&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:18 PM): well i have a guy whos white&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:19 PM): and hot&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:24 PM): and wears blue&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:44:31 PM): HA!&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:45:40 PM): yeah... but his people think you are like a slave&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:45:43 PM): and want ur land&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:45:44 PM): and kill you&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:45:46 PM): ^.^&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:45:51 PM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:46:04 PM): i aint no slave im exotic&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:46:07 PM): and i&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:46:09 PM): have corn&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:46:19 PM): and im a effing princess goddamit&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:35 PM): oh yeah... princess, u live a magnificent life&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:38 PM): u have like&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:40 PM): a hut.&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:44 PM): and beads for a crown&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:52 PM): and no shoes&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:46:59 PM): and clothes made out of hide&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:47:07 PM): WOW u really are living the liffee&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:47:41 PM): well im not a brat that lives in a giant castle like a loner HAHAHAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:48:13 PM): yeah.. well&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:48:29 PM): its cold where i am from&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:48:46 PM): and i have talkin plates and candles to keep me company&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:48:47 PM): OK???&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:48:50 PM): what do u have? a tree? pssshhh&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:01 PM): i'll cut that crap down&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:49:12 PM): talking to inanimate objects is a sign of schizophrenia&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:27 PM): oh yeah huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:30 PM): i never thot of that&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:33 PM): &gt;.&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:35 PM): well....&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:41 PM): ur gonna die early&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:49 PM): either in a tragic canoe death or skin cancer&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:49:57 PM): while i go crazy and be happy in my own little world&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:50:11 PM): well you end up with long hair in the end&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:50:14 PM): whihc is extremely&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:50:17 PM): unattractive&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:50:24 PM): by the way belle is a slut&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:50:36 PM): OH HECK NO GURRRL&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:50:45 PM): u think john smith&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:50:50 PM): is not a pimp?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:50:53 PM): that foo&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:51:04 PM): have u heard of all those ppl being called john smith?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:51:09 PM): its not just a common name&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:51:11 PM): he aint no pimp&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:51:11 PM): its the same guy&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:51:14 PM): with all the girls&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:51:23 PM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:51:35 PM): well who is named "the beast"anyway&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:51:39 PM): you dont even have a real name&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:16 PM): dude thats my nickname&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:18 PM): im soo awesome&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:23 PM): that i have my own nickname&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:24 PM): like...&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:25 PM): spiderman&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:27 PM): or hulk&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:52:31 PM): the rock&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:52:52 PM): what super power does beast have&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:52:55 PM): claws?&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:53:05 PM): your gonna scratch me to death&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:53:09 PM): wow im scared&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:53:40 PM): yeah well i wont even want to touch u&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:53:48 PM): im scared i might get like&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:53:50 PM): AIDS&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:53:51 PM): or something&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:53:57 PM): 0_0&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:54:02 PM): i dont want fleas&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:03 PM): ur so primitive&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:05 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:07 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:15 PM): yeah well&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:19 PM): i got K9 advantic&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:22 PM): *advantix&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:26 PM): so i got that taken care of&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:29 PM): AIDS on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:54:31 PM): is not cured&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:54:52 PM): primitive???!!! you havent even evolved into a human yet&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:55:13 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:55:19 PM): noo i was cursed&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:55:23 PM): and turned into a beast&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (9:58:12 PM): sure thats what you said&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:58:45 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:58:50 PM): yeah well....&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:58:53 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:59:05 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:59:29 PM): well ur future generation will end up on little reservations and work in casinos&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (9:59:33 PM): talk about a sad lineage&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:00:03 PM): casinos make bank&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:00:12 PM): and illbuy a bigger better castle than yours&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:00:16 PM): andit will be more colorful&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:00:20 PM): and better&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:03:40 PM): pssshawww&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:03:45 PM): ok u win&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:03:59 PM): yay&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:03:59 PM): what do u want?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:04:02 PM): ur land back?&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:04:03 PM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;chingooSAHRAsays (10:04:06 PM): i want a prize&lt;br /&gt;Ocan Der S (10:04:06 PM): OWNNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-7312365273395127230?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7312365273395127230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-funniest-convo-with-andy-fang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7312365273395127230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/7312365273395127230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-funniest-convo-with-andy-fang.html' title=':D funniest convo with ANDY FANG!'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2084676474208030630.post-3096925847732839578</id><published>2009-08-17T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:12:42.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY outlook</title><content type='html'>This is in response to trees blog.&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned this thing called a bell curve and how life is similar to this graph. You start slow, you reach a peak and everything starts going downhill. In other words, you prepare the unavoidable worst when you hit the bottom. and it kinda hurts when you hit the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But realize you can't always have this way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If you think this way, you can't enjoy the pleasures of life. Why fall in love if you know your gonna hit the bottom one day? In fact, why live if you know that one day your just gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;Alll this is gonna do is prevent you from going out there and loving every bit of life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about experience and you should always expect the best. Sometimes, yes you will fall and it will hurt, but its otay, you can get back up and do it again&lt;br /&gt;“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land amongst the stars.”&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I'd still ride that roller coaster :D&lt;br /&gt;and then ride it again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;till i puke my brains out&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill regret it then?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2084676474208030630-3096925847732839578?l=sahrasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3096925847732839578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-outlook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3096925847732839578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2084676474208030630/posts/default/3096925847732839578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sahrasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-outlook.html' title='MY outlook'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824554818377740723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZlReT8A9zI/S4imG1CIpzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8sOK9c071TY/S220/20679_330935666405_621871405_4069246_4532040_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
