<?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-8740247479679334987</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:48:44.237-08:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='xiao le'/><category term='overdose'/><category term='spray'/><category term='X-Box'/><category term='bug'/><category term='books'/><category term='metaphor'/><category term='judas'/><category term='catholics'/><category term='cappuccino'/><category term='controversy'/><category term='Snape'/><category term='cute'/><category term='war'/><category term='itchy nose'/><category term='you'/><category term='Adolf'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='summer'/><category term='1000'/><category term='New France'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='symbolism'/><category term='Jacques Cartier'/><category term='picnic'/><category term='nazis'/><category term='like'/><category term='the'/><category term='alejandro'/><category term='bed'/><category term='broken'/><category term='roses'/><category term='contest'/><category term='story'/><category term='table'/><category term='drama'/><category term='mi'/><category term='pressed'/><category term='of'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='information'/><category term='loser'/><category term='school'/><category term='heart'/><category term='great'/><category term='cloth'/><category term='van ness wu'/><category term='dazzler red'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='paris'/><category term='things'/><category term='speech'/><category term='Hitler'/><category term='sick'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='rap'/><category term='reaching dawn'/><category term='smell'/><category term='love'/><category term='headache'/><category term='sparks'/><category term='moving'/><category term='mississauga'/><category term='Megan'/><category term='fort'/><category term='me glee'/><category term='nun dress'/><category term='yell'/><category term='moon'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Autobots'/><category term='gypsies'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='nicki minaj'/><category term='couch'/><category term='autumn&apos;s concerto'/><category term='ady an yixuan'/><category term='memories'/><category term='quebec'/><category term='Lowville'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='sister'/><category term='Dumbledore'/><category term='friends'/><category term='super bass'/><category term='Samuel de Champlain'/><category term='drowning'/><category term='hat'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='pages'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='culture'/><category term='transformers'/><category term='tea book'/><category term='world'/><category term='Fox'/><category term='sore throat'/><category term='J.K. Rowling'/><category term='blog'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='french'/><category term='exclusive'/><category term='christians'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='Pottermore'/><category term='food'/><category term='history'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Deceptacons'/><category term='ming'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='little'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Ravenclaw'/><category term='od'/><title type='text'>Mi, Moi-meme et Moi</title><subtitle type='html'>Me, myself and I</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-700170919819355441</id><published>2011-09-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:34:40.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental Teas</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'm sitting at my kitchen table right now, sipping a cup of tea. But it isn't just ordinary tea. It's... alright, well, I have no idea what kind of tea it is. All I know is that I need to add less sugar and maybe use milk instead of whipping cream. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alright, so I was using my computer, but I got pretty bored. Then, I decided to have some tea. After that one cup of tea, I wondered - I once had a tea latte called London Fog, so I searched up the recipe. Too bad I didn't actually have any Earl Grey tea, so instead I started thinking... why not make my own tea recipe! Okay... I admit, it was a very spontaneous and very bad idea. But, in my defense, I was bored. So, I brewed some chamomile, rose petal and a bunch of other herbs tea. Added two sugar cubes because I accidentally steeped it for too long and then added a bit of whipping cream. Why whipping cream? Well... I didn't actually have any normal cream.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The result?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Way, way, waaayyyyyyyyy too sweet. I guess I'll just try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-700170919819355441?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/700170919819355441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/09/experimental-teas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/700170919819355441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/700170919819355441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/09/experimental-teas.html' title='Experimental Teas'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-1715594151734792467</id><published>2011-08-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:59:38.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sevani a.k.a. Moose</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you've watched Step Up 2/3, then you'll know who Moose is. There's this totally cool clip of Moose dancing in Step Up 3 during the Battle of Gwai. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/6q_bAXvqOwA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6q_bAXvqOwA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6q_bAXvqOwA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he totally awesome and cute? Don't you love how he dances in water? Umm... kay, so I've got a teeny-tiny crush on him, but that's not important....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-1715594151734792467?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1715594151734792467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/08/adam-sevani-aka-moose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1715594151734792467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1715594151734792467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/08/adam-sevani-aka-moose.html' title='Adam Sevani a.k.a. Moose'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-6739442900180850377</id><published>2011-07-31T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:15:48.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 31st B-day Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Harry!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - it's Harry Potter's 31st B-day! Yay! For those of you who are wondering, his birthday is July 31, 1980. So, for his birthday I was supposed to buy cheesecake but I sort of forgot (sorry Harry!) so instead we're sticking candles in muffins. Chocolate chip/banana muffins/Mixed berry muffins. Yummy. Umm... I'm going to watch a Harry Potter movie and I'm going to read the first book all over again (for the sixth or so time). I'll probably play Harry Potter Scene It.... though no one wants to play with me. Nobody else in the house actually knows a lot about Harry Potter. I would have bought a gift for him... if, you know, he was real and I could send it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm a huge... no, ginormous fan.... no, humongous... no, tremendous... no, hugimondous fan of Harry Potter's. There's no word in the world to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... remember to wish Harry Potter Happy B-day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/harry%20potter/DNL1323/Harry%20Potter/GryffindorCrest.jpg?o=66" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/DNL1323/Harry%20Potter/GryffindorCrest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/harry%20potter%20quidditch/Darth_Sparhawk/Harry%20Potter/893695870457ed05ecaa59.jpg?o=25" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/Darth_Sparhawk/Harry%20Potter/893695870457ed05ecaa59.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter Forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-6739442900180850377?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6739442900180850377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-31st-b-day-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6739442900180850377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6739442900180850377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-31st-b-day-harry-potter.html' title='Happy 31st B-day Harry Potter!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n571/DNL1323/Harry%20Potter/th_GryffindorCrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-157414810887971889</id><published>2011-07-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:21:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kay, so I don't really like Barbie, it's just that I do have some fond memories of Barbie dolls and movies. But they've done something horrible to Barbie. All of a sudden, she's shallow and the plots are so.... shallow and underdevelopped. What happened to Swan Lake and The Nutcracker? Barbie even has a new face which is pretty ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/barbie-rapunzel/barbie%20blavk3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.freewebs.com/barbie-rapunzel/barbie%20blavk3.jpg" t$="true" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Compared to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14400000/Barbie-A-Fairy-secret-barbie-movies-14448060-603-700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14400000/Barbie-A-Fairy-secret-barbie-movies-14448060-603-700.jpg" t$="true" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not that ugly, but she looks so material girl. The old barbie was sweet. I am forbidding my sister to watch these new barbie movies. Instead I'm forcing her to watch old movies. What's happening to this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-157414810887971889?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/157414810887971889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/157414810887971889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/157414810887971889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/barbie.html' title='Barbie'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-8659664205863189136</id><published>2011-07-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:56:10.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicki minaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Nicki Minaj = Awesome-ness!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't Nicki Minaj awesome? I mean, seriously, do you hear the way she raps? Totally unique, slightly weird but catchy all the same. I am proud to say that I can rap one of her songs - 'Super Bass'. It's my fav song at the moment. Check it out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/4JipHEz53sU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JipHEz53sU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JipHEz53sU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get enough comments and pageviews (that means above ten) I'll post a video of me rapping Super Bass. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-8659664205863189136?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8659664205863189136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/nicki-minaj-awesome-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8659664205863189136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8659664205863189136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/nicki-minaj-awesome-ness.html' title='Nicki Minaj = Awesome-ness!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-5595792092324394985</id><published>2011-07-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:29:25.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van ness wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ady an yixuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xiao le'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn&apos;s concerto'/><title type='text'>Autumn's Concerto</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So sorry for not posting earlier. Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One thing you probably don't know about me is that I'm in love with Taiwanese dramas. Especially this one drama called Autumn's Concerto. It's so.... dramatic (duh!) and it made me cry a lot. Those are the best dramas. Where you cry and laugh all through out the show. But I also loved the characters (Van Ness is so cute and Ady An's really pretty). OH, and you can't forget Xiao Le, their adorable son. If you ever get a chance, you should definitely watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/autumns%20concerto/asiancelebshops/vanesswu.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq142/asiancelebshops/vanesswu.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-5595792092324394985?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5595792092324394985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/autumns-concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5595792092324394985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5595792092324394985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/autumns-concerto.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Concerto'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-7145237760508427592</id><published>2011-07-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:54:12.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Drowning in You</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am an avid writer. Probably not very good at it, but it's a hobby. Well, I entered into this writing contest and this is what I submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Drowning in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Soft, rich grass tickled my bare feet and a cool breeze weaved its way through my hair. The sun shone brightly, making the bubbling stream sparkle. Huge, bowing branches rippled the waters surface from the old willow tree that stood next to the stream. I heard a bird chirping somewhere in the distance, a sweet lullaby of tweet-tweets. This couldn’t possibly get better, which is probably why it got worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then you appeared, Max Fields, and I felt that familiar squeeze in my chest. I felt the urge to run into your arms, but no matter how hard I tried my legs wouldn’t move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Come with me, Ro.” You said with your faint Texan accent. “Don’t you want to stay with me?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Of course I do. You know I do.” I tried to say, but the words got caught in my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t you love me?’ You asked, but I couldn’t respond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I love you. I love you. I love you.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No matter how hard I tried, it wasn’t coming out. I hoped that you could see the desperation in my eyes. Maybe you could, but you still pouted slightly. You knew how I hated it when you pouted because I felt like it was always my fault. My fault… all my fault. The words kept ringing in my head, pounding into my brain until I felt numb all over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I awoke to a strange beeping sound. My eyes shot open. Was I late? No, I couldn’t be. It was still midnight. With a low groan, I got out of bed. Nothing could make me fall asleep again. A frown appeared on my normally smiling lips. Nowadays, they rarely smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;My fault, my fault, my fault….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Slipping a cozy sweater on, I softly walked to my kitchen. Opening my door, I lit all the lights in the dark hallway. Call it my personal pet peeve. The light was already on in the kitchen. I frowned again. Eco-friendly… that was me. I couldn’t stand it if I left a single light on. I almost laughed at the irony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pouring myself a cold glass of H2O, I pondered the meaning of my dream. It had been a while since he had appeared to me in my dreams. At first it was torture, but it soon became a drug to me. I couldn’t wait to go to sleep just to see your face. Was that selfish of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I heard something creeping up on me. The hairs on my neck stood up and goose bumps appeared on my arms where I rolled my sleeves up. Placing the glass down, I hurried to my room. This is what you did to me. Would you come back to haunt me for what I did to you? The question always raced through my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jumping into bed, I didn’t even bother to turn all the lights off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The handsome waiter placed our two cups in front of us. My friend, Alice Montgomery’s preference was a cappuccino. Me – I liked a cup of really strong &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;black &lt;/i&gt;coffee. &lt;city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/city&gt; winked at him and he returned a smile. She giggled, but I couldn’t help but think of last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I dreamt of him last night.” I confessed sheepishly, sipping my cup of coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She didn’t need any clarification. Immediately jumping onto my case, she set her cup down. A few drops splashed onto the pristine white tablecloth. I stared at them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ro.” She said, with a hint of protectiveness. “What have I told you before?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I sighed and rolled my eyes. The one thing I didn’t need was a lecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t you understand? You &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;have to move on&lt;/i&gt;!” She cried in exasperation. “Ro, are you listening to me?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Alright.” I whispered quietly, intending to do just that. “You don’t have to yell.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Rosalie Charlesworth, you’re one of the greatest mysteries known to man.” She stated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Rummaging through my vanity and my drawers, I tried to identify anything that reminded me of you. On the bed was a growing pile of jewelry and clothes. Looking through my underwear drawer, I unearthed the one thing that I wished I could forget. Your smiling face looked up at me from the old news article. I could still make out that cut on your jaw from shaving. Tears clouded my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Carefully and slowly I carried that huge pile into my basement. When I successfully made it down the steps, I sighed in relief. All that time, I thought I was going to tumble down. Feeling for the switch, I felt a hand instead. With a scream, I jerked my hand back and jumped away. You materialized out of the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Please be a dream. Please be a dream.” I chanted to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You frowned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You don’t want me here?” You asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I continued chanting, as I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth. It became a mantra almost and I kept a steady beat by swinging back and forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ro, open your eyes and stop swinging around. I want to talk to you.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt you come close enough for us to touch. Good. If I bumped into nothing when I swung forward, this hallucination would end. Only when I swung forward, your ready arms caught me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Just a dream.” I breathed out, my hand clutching your shirt for support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“This isn’t a dream, Ro.” You replied, half amused and half disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“But you’re dead.” I said, jumping away from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I could have escaped if only I hadn’t tripped over something suspiciously furry. I landed on my back and it knocked all the air out of me. Trying to catch my breath, I crab walked away from you. You caught me and held me there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ro…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t you dare give me that look Max. Just don’t. You’re dead and that’s that.” I muttered under my breath because I knew you would still hear me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kneeling down, you tilted my chin up so I could look at you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Please don’t forget me. Don’t put me in your basement to rot.” You begged. “I want to be with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Why?” I demanded, my voice catching in my throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t be weak in front of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“The last time you said that, I walked out on you. You committed… suicide. Why do you want me?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“No more questions Ro. Stay with me.” It sounded more like an order than a request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I caved in and melted into your arms. Those warm inviting arms. &lt;/div&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-7145237760508427592?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7145237760508427592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/drowning-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7145237760508427592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7145237760508427592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/drowning-in-you.html' title='Drowning in You'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-7119597522533911708</id><published>2011-07-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:43:59.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><title type='text'>My Speech</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guess what I dug up after searching through my computer. A speech I did in Gr. Six about Adolf Hitler. I didn't get chosen to go on, because the topic was too heavy for the younger audience and I spoke too fast... Damn! Anyways... here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the midst of people.” The man that spoke these words was right – great movements are the stirring of human emotions, flames that consume the world and fling it into turmoil. This man turned the world upside down. Mrs. Verhaeghe and my fellow classmates, this man is Adolf Hitler. In my speech, we experience his childhood, his adolescence, the Nazis and his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“Mankind has grown strong in eternal struggle and will only perish through eternal peace.” Once upon a time, Adolf was a little boy. He was born on April 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 1889 in a town close to the Austro-German boarder where his father worked. The Hitler family moved several times, to several villages around the town of &lt;city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Linz&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/city&gt;. Adolf attended school at age six, but did poorly. No doubt frustrated, he dropped out. But Adolf was ambitious – he left with dreams of becoming an artist. No, not to dominate the world or to eliminate all Jews, but to become an artist. His father died when Adolf was thirteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“Universal education is the most corroding and disintegrating poison that liberalism has ever invented for its own destruction.” Not only did Adolf not earn his keep, but he refused to receive an education. Despite his lack of education, Hitler developed a growing interest in history and politics. Little did he know that in the future, he would be an important part of both. But at the age of nineteen, reality set in. His mother dead, Adolf moved to &lt;city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/city&gt; to earn a living by taking odd jobs and selling paintings and posters. Even then, he had to resort to homeless shelters and soup kitchens. The life he took for granted was gone and in came the burden of hunger and filth. In the year 1914, after he moved to &lt;city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Munich&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/city&gt;, he was accepted into the German army. After fighting bravely in World War One, he was made a corporal. This alone was an honour, sugarcoated with the Iron Cross Second and First Class. Ironically, the Regiment Captain who recommended Hitler was Jewish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“As a Christian, I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice.” It all began when he successfully executed the first Hofbrauhaus speech. He later organized a larger event where the name of the party was changed to National Socialist German Workers Party – the Nazis. Soon enough, Adolf formed a group of thugs he used to disrupt the meetings of opposing parties. These thugs became the &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;S.A.&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; As expected, Adolf became the leader of the Nazis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“I believe that my conduct today is in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator.” Adolf continued to strengthen the Nazis, but his attack on the Bavarian government failed. Charged with treason, Hitler was sentenced five years in prison. Somehow, he used the trial to further broadcast his beliefs. He recounted these same beliefs to Rudolf Hess. Rudolf Hess later published a book about Adolf. Hitler only served six months in jail. Once out of prison, Adolf made it his priority to begin rebuilding the Nazis. The collapse of the Wall Street stock exchange hurt &lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/country-region&gt;, but proved beneficial to the Nazis. President Hindenburg was compelled to close the Reichstag and call for elections. It was the Nazi’s turn to shine, especially after gaining the approval of the army and industrialists. They soon became the second largest party. Hitler was reckless and decided to challenge Hindenburg in the presidential elections. However, Hindenburg was re-elected and Hitler… tossed to the curb. Now, I could go on and on, but here’s the important part; the Nazis struck terror everywhere. They became an epidemic of fear. After failing to take over by force, they used democratic means instead. It was an ambitious program of world domination that brought &lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/country-region&gt; and other northern European countries to power. Meanwhile, Jews, Slavs and other minorities were degraded. Under the influence of the Nazis, &lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/country-region&gt; became a dictatorship. All through the year 1933, the Nazis took over. &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; was a huge part of World War Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“Who says I am not under the special protection of God?” He spoke too soon. In fact, there are two theories concerning Hitler’s death; the first one being that Adolf committed suicide. In the year 1945 after marrying his companion, Eva Braun, Adolf shot himself in the head. Or did he? Evidence shows that perhaps it may have been one of Hitler’s body doubles. Either way, he’s dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Angsana New&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Let’s face it, all of us have some bad and good in us. But what really matters is which path we choose to take, because it is our choices that make us who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Angsana New;"&gt;Hope you liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8740247479679334987-7119597522533911708?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7119597522533911708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7119597522533911708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7119597522533911708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-speech.html' title='My Speech'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-220112336763272589</id><published>2011-07-09T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T06:25:15.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deceptacons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Transformers: Dark of the Moon</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For me, it wasn't all that great. I mean, watching the Autobots and Deceptacons fight was friggin' awesome, but it got pretty boring at times. It was funny. I admit that I laughed. Truth is, I sort of missed Megan Fox, but the new actress was good. She was a blond version of Megan Fox. You know, sexy.... and yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My dad and my bro enjoyed it, but the fight wasn't all that eventful to me. I've seen better, but then again, I probably fell asleep during the fight scene... so maybe it got interesting after awhile. Overall, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't the best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-220112336763272589?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/220112336763272589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformers-dark-of-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/220112336763272589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/220112336763272589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformers-dark-of-moon.html' title='Transformers: Dark of the Moon'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-1587508618528175870</id><published>2011-07-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:23:13.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>STOP! and Smell the Books</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it's the same for you, but I'm obsessed with the smell of books. Is that weird? Not for me, it isn't. Every one of them has a different smell (books in the same series smell the same, obviously) and it's always so good. Sometimes, when I'm reading, I stop for a second and just sniff the pages. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once, I was reading a book called '&lt;em&gt;Inkheart'&lt;/em&gt; and one of the characters, Mo, told his daughter that our memories cling to the pages of our books and I think that's true. Every time you open the book, you remember that little boy or girl you were when you first picked it up and opened the covers. Books are a truly wonderful invention. I don't know what I'd do without them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of my friends told me that she has this special bag and if there's ever a fire or emergency, she would dump all her books in there and run. Yes, they're that precious to her. And I have a duffel bag that serves the same purpose. I can't live without books. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So next time you open that book you read in sixth grade, stop and smell it for a moment. Or at least remember that younger version of you, sitting in the same bed, staring out that window and reading those same words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/bookstore/n-kwassui7/Snapbucket/5325747a.jpg?o=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j444/n-kwassui7/Snapbucket/5325747a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-1587508618528175870?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1587508618528175870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-and-smell-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1587508618528175870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1587508618528175870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-and-smell-books.html' title='STOP! and Smell the Books'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j444/n-kwassui7/Snapbucket/th_5325747a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-842778877339087428</id><published>2011-07-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:04:46.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dazzler red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressed'/><title type='text'>Pressed Flowers</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love pressing flowers and petals in books. For some reason, it strikes me as very romantic. I'm pressing a Dazzler red in my Oscar Wilde book (hard-cover, special edition, has all his works.) And a pink/yellow rose petal in my &lt;em&gt;Inkspell&lt;/em&gt; book. The roses in my backyard are huge and the yellow/pink ones look so beautiful. Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you press flowers too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/pressed%20flowers/viviane_bucket/pressedflowers.jpg?o=17" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w55/viviane_bucket/pressedflowers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-842778877339087428?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/842778877339087428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/pressed-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/842778877339087428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/842778877339087428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/pressed-flowers.html' title='Pressed Flowers'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-2164844312916758670</id><published>2011-07-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:59:28.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississauga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Why, oh, why do you have to go?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm so sad! My bff is moving to Mississauga and I won't see her ever again. JK. I mean, she's moving, but I'm gonna be at her thirteenth b-day party. But, I'll still miss her like crazy. All through the year, I knew she was going to move, but I never really felt like it would happen. I thought that it would go away, or that it was one of those things that would never happen even though you keep talking about it. Then, she actually did move away and you realize it isn't just a bad dream. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will miss you a lot, KeKe (I'm not going to use her real name for privacy issues.) When you leave, I'll be missing a very valuable friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc493/ChicNerd19/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nina010.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc493/ChicNerd19/Nina010.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-2164844312916758670?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2164844312916758670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-oh-why-do-you-have-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2164844312916758670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2164844312916758670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-oh-why-do-you-have-to-go.html' title='Why, oh, why do you have to go?'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-3743177079481323414</id><published>2011-07-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:26:44.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch'/><title type='text'>Couch Forts</title><content type='html'>... are the best! I mean, they're perfect for playing games with little kids. I&amp;nbsp;imagine we're gypsies, running away from evil villains that appear in books. Once I pretended me and my sis, Julia, were gypsies hunted down by an evil man named Capricorn (from 'Inkheart'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/couch%20fort/dannyinsanity/couch_fort.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee158/dannyinsanity/couch_fort.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT: Couch Forts are fun for all ages from 1 yrs old to 122 yrs old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-3743177079481323414?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3743177079481323414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-forts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3743177079481323414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3743177079481323414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-forts.html' title='Couch Forts'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-1297140838093695103</id><published>2011-07-06T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:49:17.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Urrrgghhh....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knew this was a bad idea. Since the laptop isn't working well, I had to transfer to the basement where my brother is currently playing X-Box. You know how annoying it is sitting in the same room with him? Absolutely annoying! It makes me want to tear this whole room apart. Ugh... I can't stand his yelling. My ears are burning and my heart is pounding. I would love to wrap my fingers around his skinny little&amp;nbsp;neck and... oh well. Oh&amp;nbsp;MY God! Would&amp;nbsp;he just shut up with all those weirds sounds? He&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be&amp;nbsp;able to keep his voice down if someone put a gun to his head. Urrghh...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope he doesn't stay like this forever. I hope&amp;nbsp;he grows mature and stops yelling all the&amp;nbsp;time. People in China can probably hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It doesn't help that I have a raging headache and a stuffy nose. I had to abandon the cozy comfort of my bed to watch over my little sister&lt;em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-1297140838093695103?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1297140838093695103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/urrrgghhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1297140838093695103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1297140838093695103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/urrrgghhh.html' title='Urrrgghhh....'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-4445869073670031630</id><published>2011-07-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:28:13.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itchy nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sore throat'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm lying in bed right now, the laptop propped up on a board I put on my stomach. There's a damp cloth on my forehead and a nice, hot cup of tea beside me. My book is resting beside me, distracting me from my sore throat and itchy nose. I mean, who gets a cold in the middle of summer? Not many people. It's all my little sister and brother's fault. They kept on coughing and sneezing on me. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-4445869073670031630?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4445869073670031630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4445869073670031630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4445869073670031630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-8042714459350720745</id><published>2011-07-05T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:21:59.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>Loser Like Me</title><content type='html'>This is my new theme song. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/6Y1D0v1uunU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Y1D0v1uunU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Y1D0v1uunU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-8042714459350720745?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8042714459350720745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/loser-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8042714459350720745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8042714459350720745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/loser-like-me.html' title='Loser Like Me'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-4429640241111742681</id><published>2011-07-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:26:21.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Me.I.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, you all know my lil' sis from my previous post, &lt;em&gt;Annoying Little Siblings. &lt;/em&gt;Well, I decided to make a blog for her, about her. I'm just starting it right now, but check it out here &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.meismisadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.meismisadventures.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-4429640241111742681?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4429640241111742681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4429640241111742681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4429640241111742681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mei.html' title='Me.I.'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-6480725890180345211</id><published>2011-07-03T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:42:59.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>1000 Awesome Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;1000awesomethings.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-6480725890180345211?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6480725890180345211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000-awesome-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6480725890180345211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6480725890180345211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000-awesome-things.html' title='1000 Awesome Things'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-6459505921197699332</id><published>2011-07-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:57:48.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cappuccino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Cappuccino</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My dad just made me a nice cup of cappuccino. Mmmm.... pure coffee bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cappuccino/ChristianaMartin/cappuccino.jpg?o=14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff15/ChristianaMartin/cappuccino.jpg" width="400" /&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/8740247479679334987-6459505921197699332?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6459505921197699332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/cappuccino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6459505921197699332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6459505921197699332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/cappuccino.html' title='Cappuccino'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-4748882300072641044</id><published>2011-07-02T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:01:20.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Annoying Little Siblings</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you're the first-born, then you know what I mean. Stealing your stuff, touching your makeup, telling on you and following&amp;nbsp;you around are just &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of the things our little siblings do to aggravate and infuriate us. Sometimes, we feel like locking them in a closet and just relaxing. Because, then, they're out of our hair. But we can't because we'd "feel bad about it" (get told on). Yet, that's what we have to deal with every day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So today, I'm ranting about the most annoying siblings in the &lt;em&gt;world.&lt;/em&gt; My siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay, so they're not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; annoying. But they are annoying. They're not the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; annoying, but they're really annoying. Not because they target me in particular, but they fight each other constantly. &lt;em&gt;Constantly.&lt;/em&gt; Every waking hour of the day. That much. My God, sometimes I wish I could just duct tape their mouths shut and ship them to opposite ends of the world (North Pole/South Pole). &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt; to keep them from fighting. Their shouts ring throughout the house. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going deaf because of them. Then... there's their refusal to listen to anything I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "The weather is nice today." &lt;br /&gt;Them- Walked away in the middle of my sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But... they are cute. Well, my little sister is cute and my little brother is my &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; friend. I mean, my best friend in the entire world, because I can tell him &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt; Yes, he's that trustworthy. Although, he won't shut up when I tell him to, he listens whenever it's important. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And my sister is the cutest little thing in the entire world! Here's a video she took (&lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; my permission) on my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59ab3b7b71970028" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59ab3b7b71970028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332898106%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC7822BB273EFA179320368FD37C678D433C45C.6112071A7A5AC8DA7495F99B22270D8B07E1924B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59ab3b7b71970028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWbYEUlYzImLHiRATYXLV5ZsGSRY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59ab3b7b71970028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332898106%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC7822BB273EFA179320368FD37C678D433C45C.6112071A7A5AC8DA7495F99B22270D8B07E1924B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59ab3b7b71970028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWbYEUlYzImLHiRATYXLV5ZsGSRY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;Isn't she cute? So, siblings aren't all that bad, but they're still a pain in the ass. You just gotta learn how to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-4748882300072641044?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4748882300072641044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/annoying-little-siblings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4748882300072641044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4748882300072641044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/annoying-little-siblings.html' title='Annoying Little Siblings'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-3009325903650310879</id><published>2011-07-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:47:14.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Last Day Of School!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who isn't excited for the last day of school? Now that it's finally come and gone, I can barely wrap my mind around it. OMG, the school year is over! But I feel like it's a long weekend, rather than a whole two months of vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, of course, I'm going to miss all my friends from school. Especially my one friend that's moving away and I'll never see her again. Yesterday was the last time she'd see most of the people in our class and the other class too. We're &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;going to miss her very much. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This year was also the last year that my teacher taught at our school. Next year, she'll be moving to another school to teach Grade Six french immersion. Because she's&amp;nbsp;(one of) the&amp;nbsp;best teacher I've ever had and our whole class is going to miss her, we decorated the board while she was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmxqCFA7Bzc/Tg4PJVmr1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pGOzif6s8LA/s1600/Nina+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmxqCFA7Bzc/Tg4PJVmr1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pGOzif6s8LA/s400/Nina+001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxLqZBlRTEk/Tg4VwRiP7HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d6WmrHbXxqo/s1600/Nina+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxLqZBlRTEk/Tg4VwRiP7HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d6WmrHbXxqo/s400/Nina+002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So how did your last day of school go? What are your plans for the summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-3009325903650310879?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3009325903650310879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3009325903650310879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3009325903650310879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmxqCFA7Bzc/Tg4PJVmr1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pGOzif6s8LA/s72-c/Nina+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-1744028496078084953</id><published>2011-06-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:18:31.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.K. Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ravenclaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbledore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snape'/><title type='text'>Pottermore - Calling all Harry Potter fans!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you're a Harry Potter fan like me, you've probably heard about &lt;a href="http://www.pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt;. It's an interactive website that J.K. Rowling opened for all Harry Potter fans to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/harry%20potter/Fredintosh/Harry%20Potter/jjjj.jpg?o=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae188/Fredintosh/Harry%20Potter/jjjj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With all new, exclusive information on the popular Harry Potter characters and details J.K. has been keeping from the public all this time, this website is paradise for Harry Potter fans such as myself. I'm so excited. I've already submitted my e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's very interactive. Apparently it's almost like role play because you get to be sorted into your own house and get your own wand. I can hardly wait. I've always wanted to live out my Harry Potter fantasies. Now I can go to Hogwarts (finally!). &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although, what I'm really hoping for is some more details about Dumbledore's past and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dumbledore/AlbyMangroves/GIFs/dumbledoredancingp1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd403/AlbyMangroves/GIFs/dumbledoredancingp1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You've got to admit, that picture right there is hilarious! But I'm still psyched. I like Snape's smile... just saying. Random thought... I still like Taylor Lautner's better though. Anyways... I've alway wanted to know which house I'm in. Since I couldn't wait until Pottermore, I just decided to find a quiz. Here are the results -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quiz-House.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quizzes/HP-Ravenclaw.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; width: 256px;" title="Ravenclaw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quiz-House.html"&gt;Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes! I've always wanted to be in Ravenclaw. It's my favourite house and if there was any house I think I would be sorted into, it's Ravenclaw. You can try it out &lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quiz-House.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OMG! I'm so excited. Tell me what you're excited to see in Pottermore in&amp;nbsp;the comments section below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-1744028496078084953?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1744028496078084953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/pottermore-calling-all-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1744028496078084953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1744028496078084953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/pottermore-calling-all-harry-potter.html' title='Pottermore - Calling all Harry Potter fans!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae188/Fredintosh/Harry%20Potter/th_jjjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-2591142821666177762</id><published>2011-06-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:22:21.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lowville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Picnics!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't everybody love picnics? It's such an enjoyable experience. As you all know, it's summer again (woohoo!) and its that time of year when everybody goes to picnics. It's the same for my family. So every Sunday, we're going to grab some take out or make our own food and head over to this park called Lowville. It's a really nice place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/picnic/GAVAR/picnic.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j454/GAVAR/picnic.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, here's the thing. With the rest of your family, you go to a picnic. You've got a blanket or a table, some food and basically everything a family needs for a picnic. But you've forgotten about bugs and those pesky ants. Me - I'm terrified of all insects and arachnids. I saw a big spider and freaked. I ran to my couch and begged my dad or my brother to kill it before it killed me. Surprisingly, I'm okay with bees. Yeah, I'm weird like that. Here are a few picnicking essentials to get you through the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food (obviously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A tablecloth or blanket if you don't want to eat on a dirty table or on the ground. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunscreen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A picnic basket or something to &lt;em&gt;carry &lt;/em&gt;the food in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bug spray if you're that desperate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe a hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're also going to the beach for a picnic (or any large body of water) bring extra clothes and swimsuits/bikinis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hope you have a ton of great picnics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-2591142821666177762?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2591142821666177762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/picnics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2591142821666177762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2591142821666177762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/picnics.html' title='Picnics!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-5818446416198007133</id><published>2011-06-24T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:03:38.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Lonely Hearts</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have you ever gotten your heart broken by someone? Sometimes, it's good to have a little pick-me-up once in a while and in today's (second) post, Imma share a few tips with all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/broken%20heart/Annettemoria/Anime/RecentlyUpdated.jpg?o=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/Annettemoria/Anime/RecentlyUpdated.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just finished reading&amp;nbsp;a book called 'The Lonely Hearts Club' by Elizabeth Eulberg. And it got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haven't we all felt like guys are jerks at &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; point in our lives? Think about it. When you first got dumped or you found out that he cheated on you. Maybe when he started spreading rumours about your friend or making fun of you in front of everyone. Yes, we all have at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heartbreak hurts. It makes you want to crawl up in a corner and sob. It makes you want to make &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; hurt too. I bet that sometimes, you wish that he would wrap his arms around you and whisper lovely things in your ear. But it rarely happens. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What you really need is some support. That's why the rest of the female world is there for you. We are the trampoline that catches you when you fall. Turn to your best friend and tell her everything. If she really is your best friend, she'll probably offer to beat him up for you :). Personally, if a guy broke my friends heart, I would go up to him and say, "It's because your gay, isn't it?" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nothing against gay people of course. They're cool. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So here's what you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your best friend all about it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a comedy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a comedy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a ton of chick flicks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry a lot and by a lot I mean a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that it wasn't you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat tons of chocolate and not care whether you get fat or not until after&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go party with your girlfriends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't hide because of him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always remember that YOU ROCK!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And here's a number of break-up songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So What by Pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives You Hell by All&amp;nbsp;American Rejects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I Were A Boy by Beyonce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apologize by Timbaland feat. One Republic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And some power songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Best Damn Thing by Avril Lavigne &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run The World by Beyonce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single Ladies by Beyonce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What The Hell by Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of Anything by Sara Bareilles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But of course, there's another type of heartbreak. Maybe it's not as... heart breaking or earth shattering as getting viciously dumped or something like that, but it's heartbreak all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like finding out that the guy you like is dating your best friend. Or if your best friend started dating your ex. Or if your bf was cheating on you with your best friend... Now let's think of other things than being betrayed by our best friend. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then there's that type of heartbreak where the guy didn't even hurt you. Maybe he died or got into an accident. Maybe you have to move away. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are plenty of different heartbreaks and not one of them is quite the same. But they all share a similar characteristic: pain. A throbbing in your chest and a sob in your throat. So we all make mistakes and we all support each other - what matters is that we learn from these mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You all deserve to smile. So when you finally find the perfect guy, he'll say you're amazing and he'll mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And you'll feel like smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/KagvExF-ijc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KagvExF-ijc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KagvExF-ijc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But if you're having trouble with letting go, then listen to this song to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/ib3BsMIKeK4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib3BsMIKeK4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib3BsMIKeK4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-5818446416198007133?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5818446416198007133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/lonely-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5818446416198007133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5818446416198007133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/lonely-hearts.html' title='Lonely Hearts'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/Annettemoria/Anime/th_RecentlyUpdated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-1775037555256280628</id><published>2011-06-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:22:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Lost' Star Marries 16 Year Old Singer</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you watch lost, then you'll probably recognize &lt;strong&gt;Doug Hutchison,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;51,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;who played Dharma leader Horace Godspeed. If you're a fan of aspiring artists who haven't hit it big yet, you might recognize &lt;strong&gt;Courtney Stodden, 16&lt;/strong&gt;. However, you might be surprised to know that these two are married. Yup, that's right. They're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it totally wrong that an older guy is marrying a teen? I really can't imagine it. I mean, seriously? I wish the new couple the best of luck and stuff, but wow. Heh... kind of awkward in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyways, if you're wondering exactly who Courtney Stodden is, check out the video below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/dOrD5kqyov0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOrD5kqyov0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOrD5kqyov0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you ask me... I like Rebecca Black a whole lot more than this chick. But I guess it's just her own kind of... style, I guess. *Awkward Silence* &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, I just think that it's kind of interesting. I mean, from what I've read in (fiction) novels, the ambitious teen marries the rich dude for some $$$. I'm sure that's not the case here though. Just saying... just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LOL, I'm weird. Thought this was an interesting topic... but I really have nothing else to say about this. So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-1775037555256280628?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1775037555256280628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-star-marries-16-year-old-singer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1775037555256280628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/1775037555256280628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-star-marries-16-year-old-singer.html' title='&apos;Lost&apos; Star Marries 16 Year Old Singer'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-6700852085352362799</id><published>2011-06-20T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:50:45.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Delicious Drink In The World</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let the wonderful aroma of sweet chocolate drift up your nose, the taste touch your tongue and warmth engulf your body. Your tongue darts out to reach for those yummy marshmallows and as you quietly sip your cup of hot choco, you feel like you're in paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/hot%20chocolate/rainbowfudge-x/Site%20Model%20Icons/img-thingCAS3REHZ.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa369/rainbowfudge-x/Site%20Model%20Icons/img-thingCAS3REHZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay, I know that it's weird that I'm writing about Hot Chocolate in summertime, but I just had a cup of it. Yup, I drink Hot Chocolate in the middle of summer. I admit it... I'm the weirdest person ever. I just love Hot Chocolate, though. It's wonderful and great and makes you feel all warm inside. I know what you're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It's called Hot Chocolate. Duh,it's warm.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, yeah, yeah... I get it, but that's not what I meant. Don't you remember battling your way through a snow storm and then finding your way home. Despite the Power of The Heater, your fingers and toes are freezing! You sit down at the table, when suddenly a warm cup of cocoa is placed in front of you. A spark of hope ignites and that is what warms you up as you stare at that Hot Chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No? No? Ok... maybe not the best example, but we all remember Christmas right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After you've ripped apart all the wrapping on your presents and gushed over this and that, you sit down with your family and eat breakfast. But of course, what's Christmas without Hot Chocolate? It brings back the happy memories of you and your family sitting down together and enjoying Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whatever Hot Chocolate means to you, I hope that you love it as much as I do. It means that I'm not a loner... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-6700852085352362799?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6700852085352362799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/most-delicious-drink-in-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6700852085352362799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6700852085352362799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/most-delicious-drink-in-world.html' title='The Most Delicious Drink In The World'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa369/rainbowfudge-x/Site%20Model%20Icons/th_img-thingCAS3REHZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-4548496147910248963</id><published>2011-06-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:46:31.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Haven't Learned Their Lesson</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone knows how Princess Diana, royal superstar, died. Chased down by paparazzi in the streets of Paris, her car crashed. You would think that they would be more cautious, but what about that incident with Justin and Selena? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/TQMZ6ob-DCA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQMZ6ob-DCA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQMZ6ob-DCA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many people will never forget Princess Di. I was still very young when she died, but I knew that this would impact a lot of people. She died in the streets of Paris, in a small tunnel. She raced to get rid of the paparazzi. Pictures of Princess Di were the most saught after by european paparazzi. Their ruthless ways eventually lead to her death. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was practically murdered. Celebrities and royalty alike must have some privacy. But the media and paparazzi continuously try to barge their way in. Usually, Princess Di was very accomodating when it came to paparazzi, but they took that for granted. They chased her down mercilessly. This is the price of fame. I'm not saying every celebrity will die from paparazzi, but it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did the people responsible even feel the slightest bit of guilt? To them, they were just doing their job. To us, they caused the death of the beloved Princess Diana of Wales. Did they even think of her safety? Did they think of the consequences? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her death impacted thousands of people, but when I think of her death, I think of her two sons. Having their mother die like that - in a car crash, chased down by paparazzi must have been devastating. Imagine their grief. For a child, I think their one biggest fear is to lose a parent. They are our protectors, our guardians and our mentors. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Princess Di was ripped away from them, just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You'd think that after this incident, paparazzi would be more careful when it came down to chasing celebrities. But nooo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After leaving Justin Bieber's grandfather's house, Selena and Justin were chased down by paparazzi. Justin's bodyguard Kenny was given permission from them to pass the speed limit and completely ignore a few red lights. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another time, after leaving a party I think, paparazzi crowded around their car. Selena hid her face and Justin gave them the finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/justin bieber paparazzi finger/kringket/JustinBieberflipoff.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q229/kringket/JustinBieberflipoff.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are the paparazzi ever going to realize their limits? Maybe they just don't know what the definition of privacy is. They obviously can't respect it. It's not just Justin and Selena who have suffered from paparazzi. They took Princess Diana's life. Many more celebrities have been mobbed as well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What do you think of paparazzi? Share your opinion in the comments section below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-4548496147910248963?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4548496147910248963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/they-havent-learned-their-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4548496147910248963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/4548496147910248963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/they-havent-learned-their-lesson.html' title='They Haven&apos;t Learned Their Lesson'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-2905340808897049198</id><published>2011-06-17T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T05:04:16.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Kids: Bad... or Good???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alright, we all know that &lt;em&gt;abuse&lt;/em&gt; is a very bad thing. It's inhumane, horrible and it's illegal. But it seems like some of my white or non-asian friends can't separate abuse from discipline. There is a difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/CVdFy4LNkFo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVdFy4LNkFo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVdFy4LNkFo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Russell Peters - Beating Your Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I get it. Russell Peters is a comedian. Most of what he says is intended to be funny. They're just jokes!... Right? But there is a sliver of truth in what he says. Asians, Blacks, Indians.... we beat our kids. It's not just for the sake of beating them. We don't enjoy it. But... (I know firsthand cuz I'm asian) we like to teach our children discipline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here's a little story my cousin told me. He was on the phone with his friend who's playing X-Box. Now, his friend is white. We'll call his friend Joe and my cousin Bob. Joe's mom comes down the stairs I guess and says, "Joe, stop playing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joe says, "F*** you, mom! I'll play as long as I like!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And guess what Joe's mom says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Alright, Joe, but don't stay up too late."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joe - "F*** you mom! I'm staying up as late as I want! F*** you, f*** you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mom - "Alright honey. Whatever you say."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you know what happens when any asian says that to their parents? SLAP I wanted to test out whether white people really didn't get beaten by their parents. So at school, I went to my friend... although, she's Peruvian. Let's call her Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I say - "My parents slapped me because I talked back to them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jane - "What!? Oh my God!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me - "Don't your parents hit you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jane -"....NO. They just yell at me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me- "What's wrong with you!?" (Okay, no, not really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jane - "Don't you know that it's bad to slap your kids?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me - "Don't you know asians slap their kids all the time?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember this one time, I was driving to Vegas in between my two uncles. They're hilarious and they keep telling all these stories about when they were younger. They had just finished telling me about this huge fight they got in when they were in high school. When I asked where they learnt to fight, guess what they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"You're Ah Ma.(grandmother in chinese)" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course I was surprised. My old, fragile grandmother! They must have seen my surprise because they laughed. You see, when they were younger, their mother was very strict. If they disobeyed, talked back or got a really bad grade at school, she hit them with "The Belt." But if you think about it, they all grew up to be... disciplined. They never rebelled or talked back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They told me that this one time, my once uncle and his friend were just hanging out. Chilling. Not minding anyone's business. Then some crazy white lady (I'm not saying all caucasian's are crazy, it's just this one) comes up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lady - "You shouldn't hit your kids. Especially your daughters because when they grow up, they'll marry violent and abusive men."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uncle - "My mom hit me, but I ended up fine." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lady - "You're crazy!" Walks away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong. We do not &lt;em&gt;abuse&lt;/em&gt; our kids. Abuse means to hit your kids because you want to. Because you enjoy it. We don't even punch our kids. It's a slap on the hand or butt. So what do you think? Leave your opinion in the comments section below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-2905340808897049198?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2905340808897049198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/beating-kids-bad-or-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2905340808897049198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2905340808897049198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/beating-kids-bad-or-good.html' title='Beating Kids: Bad... or Good???'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-3945747580929764104</id><published>2011-06-14T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:54:03.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wonder Woman Show</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you're a geek like me or you just love all things Superman and whatnot, you probably heard about the new Wonder Woman show.&amp;nbsp;I saw a brief sneak peek of the pilot on this site called &lt;a href="http://www.kevinism.com/2011/06/08/wonder-woman-pilot-opening-clip-w-logo/"&gt;kevinism&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you should go check it out first, before reading the rest of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alright, in my opinion, Adrienne Palicki looks really ugly in that scene. I personally don't like the look of her playing WW. She sort of reminds me of a ho. But... I don't think I should judge too harshly, especially since I have't even seen the show yet. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What I really hate is the new costume. Really? Jeggings? Why? They should make it a bit like Smallville where he wears the tights and cape in the last episode. She should wear some comfortable looking black clothes. A new vigilante wandering the streets. The heels are&amp;nbsp;a no-go.What she should do is wear some boots. Make it slightly more realistic. Then she starts wearing colors later in the season or the next. But even when they introduce the new costume, I hope they don't make her wear jeggings. It just looks disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From what I heard, she's leading a triple life in this show. One as Diana Prince, the CEO, another as WW and another as Princess of Themyscira. I don't like the CEO part. She's too successful. The reporter thing is already Superman's so I wouldn't go down that path. Actually, I like the idea of her coming to earth to do good... like being a police officer. A rookie. But then she gets too interested in her cases and realizing she can use her Amazonian strength she seeks to do justice in the streets as a vigilante. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just an idea... although... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've technically just invented my own superheroine. Lucky you... witnessing the moment of my eureka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyways.... tell me what you think of the new WW show in the comments section below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-3945747580929764104?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3945747580929764104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-wonder-woman-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3945747580929764104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/3945747580929764104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-wonder-woman-show.html' title='New Wonder Woman Show'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-6393171360763945623</id><published>2011-06-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:15:36.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should women get periods?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The title says it all. I mean, seriously, why? It's so unfair. The cramps, the pain, the crankiness... blah, blah, blah. Worse yet, the whole world seems to be turned against you or you're getting super emotional. I mean, what's up with that? Yeah, I get the scientific reason (or whatever you call it). I went to school. But why!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alright, let's admit it. We're all pretty pathetic when our "Time of the Month" comes. Seriously? Crying over a cute little bunny? Yelling at someone because they moved our make up just a tiny bit? We're all sappy, cranky and just plain annoying. At least we've got a good reason....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hormones! It's not just the Y chromosome population that have hormones. All they get is a horny mind (some of them do anyway). Why do (most of us) get cramps? I'm sure most of you have thought that at least once in your life time. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Remember those good old days, when we hadn't gone through puberty yet. Yup... way before we got cramps. Just playing with those dolls and trying on our mom's make up. But then we had to grow boobs... Ah well. Gone are those carefree days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, finally getting a growth spurt is wonderful. Amazing! It's a wonderful feeling when you're short. But it's a package deal. You've got to accept the bad parts of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I'm just going to say one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If women get periods every month, men should get kicked in the nuts every month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-6393171360763945623?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6393171360763945623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-should-women-get-periods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6393171360763945623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/6393171360763945623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-should-women-get-periods.html' title='Why should women get periods?'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-7687906221142873326</id><published>2011-06-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:41:27.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reaching dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi'/><title type='text'>"Reaching Dawn" by: Mi and Ming (An original)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey everybody! I was just talking to my friend today and she told me that she wrote a an original song with my other friend. Because I'm caring and supportive (psshh, yeah right) I decided to post it on my blog. As you can see, they're really good. I hope you'll like it too. The song is called 'Reaching Dawn'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/5IAhff0zed0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IAhff0zed0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IAhff0zed0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you like it! Subscribe if u do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-7687906221142873326?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7687906221142873326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/reaching-dawn-by-mi-and-ming-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7687906221142873326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/7687906221142873326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/reaching-dawn-by-mi-and-ming-original.html' title='&quot;Reaching Dawn&quot; by: Mi and Ming (An original)'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-8028484231685432032</id><published>2011-06-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:33:47.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='od'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overdose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>I Just OD'd.... on Coffee</title><content type='html'>It's 11:22 PM right now, but sleep eludes me. I'm not stressed, there's nothing important on my mind... so what's going on? If you remember your first time drinking coffee and loving it despite the bitterness you'll know what I mean. If this is happening to you at the moment... Well, you just OD'd on coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm compassionate and don't want this happening to other unsuspecting victims, I've used my temporary supply of energy to compile a Not to Do List if You Don't Want To OD on Coffee. In short, NTDLIYDWTODOC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three mugs max. (don't go cheating -- three medium mugs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only do this if you're driving home late at night or...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on something late at night (if it's not due by the next day, there's really no point though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't do if you want to go to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember... caffeine is not healthy for you if you drink too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constant vigilance! (Thank you Mad-Eyed Moody for teaching me that) Never give in to you inner caffeine monster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Take this from an inexperienced newbie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-8028484231685432032?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8028484231685432032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-odd-on-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8028484231685432032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/8028484231685432032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-odd-on-coffee.html' title='I Just OD&apos;d.... on Coffee'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-2432716434321820049</id><published>2011-06-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:12:20.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span ?bradley="" hand="" itc??="" style="font-family: Josefin,;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just thought you should know that at the bottom of the page, there are news headlines form Google and Apple and one more that I can't remember. I haven't yet read any of the stories behind them, but you should check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-2432716434321820049?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2432716434321820049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/headlines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2432716434321820049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/2432716434321820049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/headlines.html' title='Headlines!'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-5717732217607929184</id><published>2011-06-11T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:05:32.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques Cartier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel de Champlain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quebec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><title type='text'>Some Lake in Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63915308@N05/5822180509/" title="Some Lake in Quebec"&gt;&lt;img alt="Some Lake in Quebec by ChicNerd19" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/5822180509_24bcd0288b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63915308@N05/5822180509/"&gt;Some Lake in Quebec&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63915308@N05/"&gt;ChicNerd19&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quebec is Amazing! It's a beautiful place, filled with history and culture. While there, we got to walk down the streets of Old Quebec, visit a replica of Notre Dame and so much more. I've got more pictures of Quebec in my Photography page. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here's a little history;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec was first discovered by Jacques Cartier, a french explorer who claimed Canada for Europe. However, Samuel de Champlain is the "Father of New France". Quebec is over 400 years old and is the first fortified village in North America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: It's an amazing place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in history, you'll find and abundance of it in Quebec. Even if you're not a history buff, you should visit Quebec if you have a chance. Like any other place, there are some bad spots but there are always places where it shines. For example, check out the "disco ball" picture in my Photography page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit if you're interested in history&lt;br /&gt;-Visit if you're interested in culture&lt;br /&gt;-Visit if you're obsessed with French accents, but you can't afford to go to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8740247479679334987-5717732217607929184?l=mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5717732217607929184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-lake-in-quebec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5717732217607929184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8740247479679334987/posts/default/5717732217607929184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimoi-memeetmoi.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-lake-in-quebec.html' title='Some Lake in Quebec'/><author><name>chicnerd19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452126851065785224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/5822180509_24bcd0288b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740247479679334987.post-918618864192875157</id><published>2011-06-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:04:09.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controversy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alejandro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nun dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbolism'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga "Judas" Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ever since Lady Gaga came out with her song "Judas", people have been offended by the lyrics. Are you one of those people, or do you disagree with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Josefin sans std&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Josefin&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="266" src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/wagn8Wrmzuc/0.jpg" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8466"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7037"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wagn8Wrmzuc&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wagn8Wrmzuc&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wagn8Wrmzuc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Music Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;The lyrics of Lady Gaga's new song "Judas" have upset Catholics and Christians all over. I've heard one person call her a devil worshipper. Over and over again, she's been shocking Catholics with her seemingly anti-Catholic antics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ?bradley="" font-family:="" hand="" itc??="" josefin,=""&gt;What really aggravates people are the lyrics. At first they startled me, too. Though, if you think about it, it's typical Gaga. Just listen to them -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I want to love you/but somethings pulling me away/Jesus is my virtue and Judas is the demon I cling to.../I'm just holy fool/oh baby he's so cruel/but I'm still in love with Judas baby..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ?bradley="" font-family:="" hand="" itc?;?="" josefin,=""&gt;I'm sure the Catholics and Christians reading this know the story of Judas' betrayal. I don't know the details myself, but I do know that Judas gave Jesus up for 30 pieces of silver. So, what is Gaga saying? Is she trying to anger the Catholic church? Some take it as a slap to the face. Says Bill Donahue, president of a religious group &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;"This is a stunt.. Lady Gaga tries to continue to shock Catholics and Christians in general: she dresses as a nun... she swallows the rosary. She has now formed into a caricature of herself. She is trying to rip off Christian idolatry to shore up her talentless, mundane and boring performances. Another ex-Catholic whose head is turned around... Is this the only way to jet up her performance? This isn't random, we are getting closer to Holy Week and Easter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lady Gaga responds to the Catholic church by saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I don’t view the video as a religious statement. I view it as social statement. I view it as a cultural statement. It’s a metaphor. It’s not meant to be a biblical lesson."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's true. She also unsettled Catholics when she went on stage in a sexy nun dress during her Monster Ball Tour and again in her Alejandro music video (where she also eats a rosary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="266" src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/niqrrmev4mA/0.jpg" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8466"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7037"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you think she's trying to provoke the Catholic church? Maybe she's just trying to use biblical references as metaphors. Although a few ( I don't want to be biased) Catholics seem to hate her now, she's still one of the biggest stars. Lady Gaga's earning millions from her Born this Way album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Josefin, &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;So, what's your opinion. 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