<?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-5573733481937530162</id><updated>2012-02-18T04:33:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hottest Hottie</title><subtitle type='html'>a nickname my friend used to call me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-6998407906601255599</id><published>2009-06-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:58:24.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play That Funky Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sic0Q1kVqrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h-whMvr-jVw/s1600-h/669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a list of the new music I've been listening to lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MGMT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiczRUAAUFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XyYTROF6mYA/s320/mgmt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295855417905234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Electric Feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Time to Pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3oh!3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicznxtlKWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i8xK4mSRt10/s320/DOKkTQb4uks5v2zeeCtHvoyCo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343296241350814050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Don't Trust Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Starstruck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Richman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicz6f6-3BI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qMmLZjXx7iw/s320/The-Dream-Rockin_That_Thang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343296562992700434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Rockin' That Thang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy Perry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sic0Q1kVqrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h-whMvr-jVw/s320/669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343296946760428210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Waking Up In Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie Foxx:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sic0F0wTnCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6AEkSOJxnDY/s320/Jamie_Foxx_Just_Like_Me_Mp3_N_Lyrics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343296757563628578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Just Like Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Gaga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicy9RPAfDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Lub1GQQbfs8/s320/ladygagaretrodancefreak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295511078140978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Retro, Dance, Freak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ting Tings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicylndwQ-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qdCf67qYLuo/s320/the-ting-tings-we-walk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295104728712162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-We Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendly Fires:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicyRTYXbWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/920JBK4__9c/s320/Friendly-Fires-by-Friendly-Fires_OTajW26H1csx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343294755740020066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Skeleton Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyonce:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicx7GOY-PI/AAAAAAAAALw/xq8rA2FSFv0/s320/beyonce_i_am_sasha_fierce_album_cover_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343294374251395314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Smash Into You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Postal Service:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicxob2iN1I/AAAAAAAAALo/5ZHdOjkFVW4/s320/6a00e398d77f16000300fad69302620004-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343294053639403346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Such Great Heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kings of Leon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicxX3YydiI/AAAAAAAAALg/lJicjv3w2Ww/s320/qpo2o2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343293768973055522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion Pit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicxNNILz7I/AAAAAAAAALY/A3_Z6NTDHrs/s320/passion-pit1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343293585830432690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sleepy Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankmusik:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicw722dVCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9jHIZhiP9ZI/s320/3littlewords300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343293287792727074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-3 Little Words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin McCarley: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicwt4wzS2I/AAAAAAAAALI/z1y8eWIxFwU/s320/Erin-McCarley-Love-Save-The-Empty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343293047787703138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Pony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Love, Save the Empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicwdm8t7YI/AAAAAAAAALA/YgGeHTsugZ4/s320/102tp51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343292768127937922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Warm It Up (With Love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plushgun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicwM88VNEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vkOmUi_XYsE/s320/plushgunpinsandpanzers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343292481974121538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Just Impolite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erik Hassle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/Sicv9F4I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d6OWTjw9_RQ/s320/54921551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343292209494551954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Hurtful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandtson:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicvxpD0ERI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cszyZj6RK0Y/s320/446e2c94388fff09f8992a12158fec15.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343292012780327186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Earthquakes and Sharkes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Killers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SicvBX_9fmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BWoWhri9joA/s320/killers_day_age.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343291183567044194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-The World We Live In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5573733481937530162-6998407906601255599?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6998407906601255599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=6998407906601255599' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6998407906601255599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6998407906601255599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-that-funky-music.html' title='Play That Funky Music'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiczRUAAUFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XyYTROF6mYA/s72-c/mgmt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-8137920213144355395</id><published>2009-06-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:41:13.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera + New Sights = New Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've only been drinking Volvic (even though I don't like it so much) because it's for a good cause (Click on the pictures to enlarge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9fbZp3NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_T1zeKejnLc/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9fbZp3NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_T1zeKejnLc/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392299364670674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9ezpo8uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ShJywD0beKI/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9ezpo8uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ShJywD0beKI/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392288694301410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9eRuJHOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_WxECOfL3fw/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9eRuJHOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_WxECOfL3fw/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392279586381026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9eOcDUNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1HMKfwaAb40/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9eOcDUNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1HMKfwaAb40/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392278705197266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. It was a surprise to see this building... It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4bIy2sRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MEntlgmzQEs/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4bIy2sRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MEntlgmzQEs/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386728092479762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4a8gUZwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eUbK5VumNFQ/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4a8gUZwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eUbK5VumNFQ/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386724793509634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nQ... You'd love this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4abiFYUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/liKbyjT2uEg/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP4abiFYUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/liKbyjT2uEg/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386715942543682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0WfCV01I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oZmYP53-_bs/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0WfCV01I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oZmYP53-_bs/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342382250117157714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0WHBUXvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XXVrbdpIJB4/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0WHBUXvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XXVrbdpIJB4/s400/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342382243670417138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0VsVshUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_uNFgR92D2U/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP0VsVshUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_uNFgR92D2U/s400/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342382236508128578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPytbW-BZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zGyw12a5Ndg/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPytbW-BZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zGyw12a5Ndg/s400/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342380445243671954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPytE2b0jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gTcWRoksLCs/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPytE2b0jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gTcWRoksLCs/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342380439201632818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPysjFP7OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IDRhyi7PIOc/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPysjFP7OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IDRhyi7PIOc/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342380430136962274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and cheese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvLGL8L4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CguXSHM3VUU/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvLGL8L4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CguXSHM3VUU/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342376556909834114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvKulxl6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/id4m-wT4b50/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvKulxl6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/id4m-wT4b50/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342376550575740834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha, reminded me of Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvKUI4M8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r52Nt-2fqxo/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiPvKUI4M8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r52Nt-2fqxo/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342376543475217346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-8137920213144355395?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8137920213144355395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=8137920213144355395' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8137920213144355395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8137920213144355395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-camera-new-sights-new-post.html' title='New Camera + New Sights = New Post!'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SiP9fbZp3NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_T1zeKejnLc/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-2004466968585459052</id><published>2009-02-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:39:37.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Son</title><content type='html'>I've been having strange feelings these days... like my heart is sinking and I'm about to breakdown. I have no clue why... maybe it's stress. I've also been having the weirdest dreams. One that was about mice and rats. Another about my family breaking up. Last night I dreamt that I was at the beach with my brother, it turned dark all of a sudden, and became this awful person and started choking him and forcing his head under water... I also noticed my skin was cracked and I looked scary and angry... Two of my cousins were also in there, but I dont rememeber much of it. Also I was with my grandparents and parents meeting somewhere in london, a coffee shop of sorts, and I think something wasn't right (although my grandma was perfectly fine). I've been having nightmare after nightmare, and I've been supressing a cry for weeks now (probably a month). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song makes me feel better though, but now that I've listened to it for so long, I'm getting bored of it... and when I need new music I feel depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...enjoy it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmM2RwlxGt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmM2RwlxGt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/5573733481937530162-2004466968585459052?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2004466968585459052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=2004466968585459052' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2004466968585459052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2004466968585459052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-son.html' title='Damn Son'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-1031925492170848305</id><published>2009-02-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:53:35.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SZijvZBoBaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ASDGnqkynKU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303168595795641762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SZijvZBoBaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ASDGnqkynKU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be failing every class (except for one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sickness is making me lose weight (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wohoo&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also making me fall behind (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wohoo&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I don't like ketchup like I used to, or maybe it tastes different here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for someone to get off the computer I worked on last week because I forgot to save something important (It would save me three and a half hours if he just got up now) and I'm too shy to ask him if I can use it real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crush laughs at my misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an amazing brunch, but barely ate anything (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; about school).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had four hours of free time yesterday that I could have spent on studio work... but I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people talk too fucking much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy cop won't give me her number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me your number sexy cop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get off the computer you fucking hoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I just go ask him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His friends are sitting next to him, will probably think I'm weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna work on my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; as I wait for mister I can't edit my essay fast enough to get off the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate people right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another crush doesn't even know who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have enough food to last me a week and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda hungry, and refuse to buy anything until I finish what I have... I've been throwing out too much food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get off the computer dickhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God i want to fucking punch your laughing face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy cop, please don't hate in this post, double it in my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DeGeneres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She talked about procrastination too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me, asking where I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I wasn't so shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck this crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gotsa&lt;/span&gt; go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at him, he's spinning around in his chair, laughing with his friends... If only choking someone til he passes out was legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-1031925492170848305?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1031925492170848305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=1031925492170848305' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/1031925492170848305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/1031925492170848305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things.html' title='Random Things.'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SZijvZBoBaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ASDGnqkynKU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-2309526548005158323</id><published>2009-02-08T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:14:08.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Fevers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY7MDE6ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xNacHrpzx_Y/s1600-h/thumb-headache-sick-not-nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY7MDE6ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xNacHrpzx_Y/s320/thumb-headache-sick-not-nice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300398164691984194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hot and dizzy right now, it hurts when I look at the screen :( i wanna go to a pharmacy, but don't have the power to do so, :( Sick, trying to blog, and cursing my sickness, I don't have time for this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy cop.... this is another chance for you to leave nasty comments : [I'd stick my tongue sideways and wink, but don't feel like it.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-2309526548005158323?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2309526548005158323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=2309526548005158323' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2309526548005158323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2309526548005158323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-fevers.html' title='I Hate Fevers'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY7MDE6ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xNacHrpzx_Y/s72-c/thumb-headache-sick-not-nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4904965503761264510</id><published>2009-02-07T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:33:02.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY3v3hs6mGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NDYi8xBXxTg/s1600-h/when-i-grow-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300156073703544930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY3v3hs6mGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NDYi8xBXxTg/s400/when-i-grow-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate one of the best duck dishes last night... It was so amazingly juicy and flavorful, that I actually want to order it again now that I think of it, hahaha. I'm trying to learn how to like all the foods that I don't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people that know me, know that I hate fish (although I love shellfish). I was thinking though, what if one day one of my children wanted to know something about fish, or how it tastes like. So far I only know that sole is one of the mildest fish. Still though, I want to experience more and hopefully like it. I'm starting to get used spicy food (though it does kinda burn when I go to th bathroom, weird). I want to be a good source for my kids, so that if they had questions, I would have experienced most of it. (lol, as I say this I remember slumdog millionaire, if you haven't watched it, you should!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled an all nighter thursday night/morning, and didn't sleep until the movie I went to last night...what was it called?! Anyways, it was very sexual and crazy, couldn't help but sleep. Somehow, it turnes out it's about jews, lol, or at least that was what the conversations going back home implied. I've been spending more time with the khalijis than I did last semester. So far, it's good, until the pressure from studio gets hectic and they think im trying to avoid them, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4904965503761264510?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4904965503761264510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4904965503761264510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4904965503761264510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4904965503761264510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SY3v3hs6mGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NDYi8xBXxTg/s72-c/when-i-grow-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-6428234928092697087</id><published>2009-02-01T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:45:03.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shitstickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SYYXnjDTzHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3EuQ_lhLgQ/s1600-h/Procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297947979839425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SYYXnjDTzHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3EuQ_lhLgQ/s320/Procrastination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three assignments for tomorrow, none of which are done, and one not even started. I don't know what to do with myself. I can't afford to sleep ten hour nights, I shouldn't even sleep for more than five a day. I don't have the time, and when I'm actually at the studio or computer lab, I'm blogging or daydreaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the bitching, lol, my phone just died and my ipod is about to die too. :( I hate it when I don't have background music filling my life like colors on a piece of fabric. Without it everything is so plain and boring. I'm not really happy about the amount of work we've been given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-6428234928092697087?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6428234928092697087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=6428234928092697087' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6428234928092697087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6428234928092697087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-shitstickle.html' title='Holy Shitstickle'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SYYXnjDTzHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3EuQ_lhLgQ/s72-c/Procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-5936037810655228525</id><published>2009-01-27T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:23:47.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapas and Paella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SX-qda64zwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fOXaQQBQYk/s1600-h/SeafoodPaella_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SX-qda64zwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fOXaQQBQYk/s320/SeafoodPaella_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296139109230235394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see hamster today... we're going to this spanish restaurant that I've never tried before. I seriously can't wait (It's in a half hour, lol). I'm remembering Barcelona, and the amazing food I ate there. It's much different than Marbella. I liked it more, just wish there were more spanish people there. We went in July or August, and I guess most spanish people are probably vacationing elsewhere at that time. Still, the food was amazing, the hotel was one of the best I've seen, and the museums were exciting. I went to Picasso's museum, and saw his amazing work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, gotta go now... gonna be late. I'M SO HUNGRY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: The dinner was cancelled :( Ate chinese instead... Lol, what a turn of events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-5936037810655228525?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/5936037810655228525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=5936037810655228525' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5936037810655228525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5936037810655228525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/tapas-and-paella.html' title='Tapas and Paella'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SX-qda64zwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4fOXaQQBQYk/s72-c/SeafoodPaella_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-7533478200883176971</id><published>2009-01-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:13:40.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXyNkL9beAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a7unmXJ9iZM/s1600-h/booksapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXyNkL9beAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a7unmXJ9iZM/s320/booksapple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295262914706110466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first week has passed, and so far none of my classes have given it's students a break. Assignments are piling up again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing though, is that I'm not procrastinating this time, lol. I'm actually done with one assignment, gave another assignment a serious amount of thought, and after I'm done with it, I'll start my third assignment. I also have a calculus quiz on Thursday. I think I'll have everything done, and done well by the time everything is due. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My studio professor is strict and is known to give more work than is assigned for the rest of the studio students, and my old studio professor (who I love, but gave me a B) told him that I need to be pressured to work efficiently... which means, holy crap! I'm gonna be screwed! Now I really need to show him that I'm up for it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 15 people already dropped out of the program, and they're expecting another 15 to drop out by next semester. I hope I'm not one of them! Correction: I won't be one of them! Wow, that feels much better, makes me wanna listen to Fighter by Christina Aguilara, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw... funny song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpWGhCTw_l8"&gt;I Can Get Sexual Too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpWGhCTw_l8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Say Anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-7533478200883176971?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7533478200883176971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=7533478200883176971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7533478200883176971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7533478200883176971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXyNkL9beAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a7unmXJ9iZM/s72-c/booksapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4401882964723741296</id><published>2009-01-20T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:13:11.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXY-Uy6TDdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5mhqIW9QSAg/s1600-h/0B8F815F3CEAA3DBB06AB711B7AB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXY-Uy6TDdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5mhqIW9QSAg/s400/0B8F815F3CEAA3DBB06AB711B7AB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293486939005193682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you how much I love architecture professors : D.... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4401882964723741296?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4401882964723741296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4401882964723741296' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4401882964723741296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4401882964723741296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-classes.html' title='First Day of Classes'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXY-Uy6TDdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5mhqIW9QSAg/s72-c/0B8F815F3CEAA3DBB06AB711B7AB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-799023888035832229</id><published>2009-01-17T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:08:33.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHzn6KhGDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/efB4Ac3iM6o/s1600-h/young-man-pondering-his-life-as-an-alcoholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292278904090859570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHzn6KhGDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/efB4Ac3iM6o/s320/young-man-pondering-his-life-as-an-alcoholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here I am again, in the same comfy chair, in the same lounge of the same airport, where I typed the post before my last one. Again, I sit her and reflect on my life. Although I haven't worked on every relationship I wanted to work on (because I wasn't given the chance) I believe I made my relationship with my family much better. I'm closer to three of my cousins. I've become one of my little sister's best friends. I got to see my grandmother almost daily, and I finally saw my distant friend. I'm proud of myself. In two weeks, I have done a lot of good towards my friendships with the people close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unfortunately, I haven't ended the friendship I wanted to end. The person I want to end my friendship with is actually traveling on the same flights to the states as I am, but I seriously don't feel like talking. The situation is very awkward. I got a wave, returned it, and then we spent the rest of the flight trying to avoid each other. I'm not really looking forward to spending another 8 hours on the plane with him. I think I need to explain the situation, but I'm not in the mood really. Sorry, I'll post the story when I feel like it, hopefully soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-799023888035832229?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/799023888035832229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=799023888035832229' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/799023888035832229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/799023888035832229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHzn6KhGDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/efB4Ac3iM6o/s72-c/young-man-pondering-his-life-as-an-alcoholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-8609756220548407773</id><published>2009-01-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:28:43.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHvdQkuBCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z8cjmNpBEBs/s1600-h/butterfly_suicide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHvdQkuBCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z8cjmNpBEBs/s400/butterfly_suicide.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274323081266210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;a href="http://zarawafahd.blogspot.com/"&gt; Zara&lt;/a&gt;, I have just recieved my first award since I've started my blog.WOHOO! Plz read zara's blog!  I'm sure you'll be addicted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so here goes, plz don't hate me if I didn't include you. I'd include everyone if I could, but I had to narrow it down to ten people (wasn't easy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My first choice goes to &lt;a href="http://stoptouchingmyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;IZZY&lt;/a&gt;!! She just has an amazing way of writing that just pulls me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My wifey &lt;a href="http://borntobeal.blogspot.com/"&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;, for using a thesaurus to write her posts (jk).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://desertpalms.wordpress.com/"&gt;Desertpalms&lt;/a&gt;, for being a frequent poster, and for having a blog that's so fun to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://millavenue.blogspot.com/"&gt;nQ&lt;/a&gt;, for making me laugh my ass off (though I wish she's post more often!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://eshda3wa.blogspot.com/"&gt;eshda3wa&lt;/a&gt;, for always having real stories that force you to think of things that aren't always materialistic or shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://thecoconutcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coconut&lt;/a&gt;, for being so creative! I love it when she posts artwork, it just makes my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://think-become.blogspot.com/"&gt; Think-become&lt;/a&gt;. One of my new obsessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://miss-palomino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Palomina&lt;/a&gt; is on my list because she's (in my opinion) the nicest bloger ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://smart-y.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smarties&lt;/a&gt; is a blogger I like because he writes in bith arabic and english (even though I sometimes skip through the arabic lol, I still like the thought of a bilingual blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I'm not sure If I can do this, but &lt;a href="http://zarawafahd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zara&lt;/a&gt;, you get my last tag even though you tagged me first, I believe you deserve it, you post very frequently, and seem very honest (I like that, grhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules to my awardees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(111, 60, 27);  line-height: 26px; font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;1. Post the logo on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;2. Add link to the person who awarded it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;3. Award up to 10 blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;4. Add links to those blogs in your award post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;5. Leave a message for awardee on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);  line-height: 31px;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);  line-height: 37px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it blogger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-8609756220548407773?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8609756220548407773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=8609756220548407773' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8609756220548407773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8609756220548407773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterfly-award.html' title='Butterfly Award'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SXHvdQkuBCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z8cjmNpBEBs/s72-c/butterfly_suicide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4026008311324996588</id><published>2009-01-02T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:09:56.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SV56PGF0_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7ddsOLo9Jro/s1600-h/happiness-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286797412331224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SV56PGF0_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7ddsOLo9Jro/s400/happiness-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to say Happy New Year to you all first. Although 2008 for me, was much better than 2007, I wish 2009 will be even better. I've realized that I should work on the relationships with the people in my life. That is definitely my most important new years resolution. I wish you all happiness, good health, fortune and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally decided that staying in the city, while everyone was away wasn't the smartest decision, Lol. I miss my family and friends too much. There are 14 people that I really want to hug. So I'm coming back to do so. I'm actually in the Airport, waiting for my flight. Can't wait to see all the people I love! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother is now officially an old lady. She used to always stand tall, and walk with such grace, but I've heard that she has been experiencing back pain recently, and she was in the hospital for a week a few months ago, and since then the whole family has been visiting almost daily to keep her company. My grandmother is one of my favorite people. I have  a lot of respect and love for her. (I'm also one of her favorites, lol). I also want to see, and get to better know my cousins that I haven't seen in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer, I've also got to know my brother and sister a little better. I miss them so much. Especially my baby sister (I really don't know why I call her that, she's 14, and quite mature for her age).  I also miss my parents like crazy! I can't wait to shower them with hugs and kisses (until they start pushing me off them, lol). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also some friendships that I need to work on, and even though I'm staying in Kuwait for less than two weeks, I'll have to make the best of my time. I also want to officially end the friendships that I really don't see going anywhere, and the one's that are causing me more grief than happiness. Isn't it sad, when you feel like the friends you had since God know when, are not what they turned out to be? Some things have got to change though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Bloggers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This song really gets to me. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MVBqgST9Zk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MVBqgST9Zk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4026008311324996588?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4026008311324996588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4026008311324996588' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4026008311324996588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4026008311324996588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SV56PGF0_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7ddsOLo9Jro/s72-c/happiness-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-8662713105610944256</id><published>2008-12-29T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:32:59.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVmvEXwErRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bMmk7pIR0VA/s400/CityfromPuerto.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448127325973778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First... I'd like to say that I have been seeing many new bloggers. Wow, much has changed since my disappearance. Thank you all for commenting and welcome to the blogsphere : ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, remember how I was kind of feeling bored the other day. Well not any more kids. I told myself that no matter how much I want to just stay home and relax, that I'd force myself to take walks around the city at least twice a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I noticed something as I walked around the city. There wasn't a main place where you can go and see all the Christmas decorations. It was scattered around the few little parks, in front of major skyscrapers, museums, and city hall. It was kind of sad. I wish that the city would have paid attention to one spot, and made an amazing job with the lights and decorations, so that more people would be focused in that area. Instead, you have to walk a lot to see decorations that aren't that satisfying to the eye. But I did enjoy the walks, even though some of them were past midnight, people were still walking around, and it wasn't as dead as I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You know what's also cool? The building I live in (one of the building in a major street in the city) has become a part of a 12 building permanent light show project. Colored lights would turn on and off at the same time throughout the walls of all the buildings facing the street, and all in the same time, they'll change color. Sometimes, load orchestra would play and the lights would dance to match the beat of the music. I just love it. I also love it when there are homeless people playing hey Jude or beauty and the beast on their harmonicas or violins. Living in the city is turning out better than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROVuTCfQQ_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROVuTCfQQ_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVqTTFdgefI/AAAAAAAAAGg/540EtPoMi1s/s320/philadelphia_011p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285699068765436402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an actual picture of one of the streets that I passed as I was walking around. You probably won't know which city this is unless you live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-8662713105610944256?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8662713105610944256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=8662713105610944256' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8662713105610944256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8662713105610944256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-city.html' title='In The City'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVmvEXwErRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bMmk7pIR0VA/s72-c/CityfromPuerto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-6928675234513444420</id><published>2008-12-28T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:46:37.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Typical TV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVgqP0TkjAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aIMzB-7niq4/s1600-h/network_400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVgqP0TkjAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aIMzB-7niq4/s320/network_400x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285020613946412034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so, I have found myself watching national geographic and the history channel much more than I normally do (an hour a month). I have started recording shows like Engineering an Empire (different empires, and what creations they have come up with to survive), and some that are related to Hitler and Saddam. I know freaky. I've even recorded a show called doomsday (judgement day). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, then I realized, that I have been so bored that I had to find something new to interst me. Last semester was so busy that I feel like I am useless now. I went and took walks around the city day after day since the semester was over, but being without friends and family, I really do find myself feeling lonely. All my kuwaiti friends are back in kuwait, and my studio friends are back home to celebrate the holidays (they can't stay at the dorms during winter break).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-6928675234513444420?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6928675234513444420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=6928675234513444420' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6928675234513444420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6928675234513444420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-typical-tv.html' title='Not So Typical TV.'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVgqP0TkjAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aIMzB-7niq4/s72-c/network_400x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-9142057941438243438</id><published>2008-12-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:37:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVRZFJvZXQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CwF5KNJdSac/s1600-h/748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVRZFJvZXQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CwF5KNJdSac/s320/748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283946207861366018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been away y'aaall. My laptop frikin' broke down on me. I got frustrated so much. It hasn't even been a year since I bought it! I was about to go out and buy a new one, but remembered how my friends made fun of me for doing that, and besides, my ipod was also acting crazy on me... All the songs got deleted when I tried charging it. So I needed my laptop to be fixed or else I'd have to download over 5500 songs all over again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I finally got school out of the way, thank God for winter break... and my laptop is working again, so I have no reason not to be posting frequently (will be anxious to read all your comments again fellow bloggers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the song I'm most into these days (shows how I feel in someways):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRxaez4Ttfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRxaez4Ttfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-9142057941438243438?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/9142057941438243438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=9142057941438243438' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/9142057941438243438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/9142057941438243438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SVRZFJvZXQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CwF5KNJdSac/s72-c/748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-7663167442270183535</id><published>2008-11-08T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:47:23.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Work Piles Up Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WARNING: MORE COMPLAINING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SRYVHb9DLjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wfl5h9bZDos/s320/Studying-Boh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266420031763459634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why do I never learn? I had more than a month to start working on my 3000-3500 word paper. I leave it for the weekend before to start as usual. Not to mention the shitload of work I have to do for my Design Rep. class. The model for that class is going to be awesome (I feel), if I finish in time off course. I also have two technical drawings of the model that I need to work on. That is not including my studio assignments, or my readings and projects for my Architecture and Technology class. &lt;div&gt;I was planning on spending the day with nQ and Jinjin today, but plans change, even when you don't want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crunch time and I'm procrastinating... I have to get to work if I want to pass this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-7663167442270183535?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7663167442270183535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=7663167442270183535' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7663167442270183535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7663167442270183535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-work-piles-up-again.html' title='And The Work Piles Up Again'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SRYVHb9DLjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wfl5h9bZDos/s72-c/Studying-Boh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-2372290342867789833</id><published>2008-11-06T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:42:40.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Has Become Distant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SRM5STV3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ikqtZ_5S3fI/s1600-h/2110415821_a070da0a8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SRM5STV3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ikqtZ_5S3fI/s320/2110415821_a070da0a8c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265615375918655218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was reading meticulous’s latest post and It just struck me. I have been thinking about a similar situation for the past six months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When one of my friends got married. She totally forgot about everyone she ever knew before her marriage. It's like, from the day she married the guy, he became everything in her life, and she started a new life. She also had a few arguments with people who used to be close to her, and decided to drift away instead of talking it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She sees her mom and siblings every other day, but she hasn't seen the rest of her family or friends in a looong loong time, how sad, right? It almost brought me to tears the other day. Why can’t she have both… a husband that she loves and great friends and family that will have her back whenever she needs it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want her to know somehow that I will always be there for her... if someday he’d break her heart (God forbid). I want her to lean on me and never even doubt that I won’t be there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sad thing is, I’ve been too stubborn to call her. I wanted her to call first ( but I guess that’ll never happen). We haven't talked or seen each other in more than a year. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-2372290342867789833?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2372290342867789833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=2372290342867789833' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2372290342867789833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2372290342867789833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-has-become-distant.html' title='She Has Become Distant'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SRM5STV3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ikqtZ_5S3fI/s72-c/2110415821_a070da0a8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4222034210366197706</id><published>2008-11-04T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:35:26.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SREWJOBkFdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G-rgYWnKeUo/s1600-h/italy_football_riots_14295a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SREWJOBkFdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G-rgYWnKeUo/s320/italy_football_riots_14295a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013787012109778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Obama is winning so far, only time will tell. I think I like him... I was initially wishing that Hillary Clinton would win, but now that she's not running for president, I want Obama to win. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope people don't start to riot. I've seen riots in this city, and let me tell you. IT AIN'T PERTY! Traffic totally shuts down... cars get flipped over, stores get broken into, people start beating other people up, and fires get outta hand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, That all happened last week! It was frikin crazy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       *****Update******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first African American President has just been elected!!! That's a big step... Holly shit!Congrats Obama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; People outside are going crazy... screaming and honking away like a bunch of crazy maniacs... If I weren't so tierd I'd have joined them for like ten minutes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it ends soon, I need to sleep to go to class in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   ******Update******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck! I think I NEED EARPLUGS! Why...oh why do people do this! How much longer is this going to continue! I'm glad people are happy, but seriously... It's almost midnight, WTFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4222034210366197706?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4222034210366197706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4222034210366197706' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4222034210366197706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4222034210366197706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/11/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SREWJOBkFdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G-rgYWnKeUo/s72-c/italy_football_riots_14295a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-9192204289890404416</id><published>2008-11-01T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:34:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In Beautiful Surroundings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SQxm5vxIZSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TuIZ1NbpGe0/s400/2977709497_ac35de7fdd_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695206750381346" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ever since I moved into my new apartment, I have fallen in love with it. I keep thinking of ways to decorate it (without breaking my bank). I'm getting two walls in my apartment painted next week! I can't wait... I bought the paint already, yesterday. I never knew paint could be so frinkin' confusing! The place I bought the paint is a green store, so that was cool, and the guys there were helpful (once they felt like I was actually going to buy the paint). After I paint one of the walls I'm going to hang three mirror-framed mirrors on it. I'm also going to hang up my new oversized clock, and assemble my bathroom storage unit for the master bathroom (The downside to my apartment is that there is very few storage areas). I need to go to IKEA to buy some shelves too. And there is a big empty corner in my bedroom that I need to fill up. I'm thinking, either a desk and chair, or a comfy armchair. I also need more lighting in my bedroom. I saw an amazing floor lamp online. It's kind of over my budget, but it's an amazing lamp. I’m also thinking of installing blinds to my bedroom, and curtains for the living room. That will have to come later though I don’t think I can afford it this month, lol. Maybe next month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Anyways… I hope everyone enjoyed Halloween yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SQxm514m_EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7GyY_Mc2qYg/s400/happy-halloween-pumpkin-777055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695208392358978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-9192204289890404416?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/9192204289890404416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=9192204289890404416' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/9192204289890404416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/9192204289890404416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-in-beautiful-surroundings.html' title='Living In Beautiful Surroundings.'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SQxm5vxIZSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TuIZ1NbpGe0/s72-c/2977709497_ac35de7fdd_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-3150159705437405822</id><published>2008-10-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:37:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want To Be With My Friends :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WARNING: EXTREME COMPLAINING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPrC5VYIyLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoezZtIJuyU/s400/loneliness1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258729805155190962" /&gt;Even though I have spent hours and hours working on my model for architecture studio, I feel like it is going nowhere. How sad, right? My model is not even close to being finished and it's due on Wednesday! (along with three drawings that will need an hour each) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have four other projects for my design representation class that I need to complete before Thursday. There is no possible way to finish all that in such a short period of time. It's just physically impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'll stop complaining. I just feel like shit because I really want to be with my friends right now. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of all that, It was cold outside, and I only had a t-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JINJIN!!! Kil 3am wintay ib5air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your b-day, o 3o2bal alf sina! I wish I could be with you right now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5573733481937530162-3150159705437405822?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3150159705437405822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=3150159705437405822' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/3150159705437405822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/3150159705437405822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-to-be-with-my-friends.html' title='I Just Want To Be With My Friends :('/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPrC5VYIyLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoezZtIJuyU/s72-c/loneliness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4038704484948393586</id><published>2008-10-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:39:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPam5B1WIWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aA03YS1ogIs/s1600-h/enrique_penalosa_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPam5B1WIWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aA03YS1ogIs/s200/enrique_penalosa_medium.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257573113676570978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I just had one of the most inspiring lectures of all time! Enrique Penalosa, the ex-mayor of Bogotá, Columbia was the guest speaker. He was beyond cool! He had a cool-ass accent, was extremely funny, and inspired us to make the world a better place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pps.org had this to say about him:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An accomplished public official, economist and administrator, Enrique Peñalosa completed his three-year term as Mayor of Bogotá, Colombia on December 31, 2000. While mayor, Peñalosa was responsible for numerous radical improvements to the city and its citizens. He promoted a city model giving priority to children and public spaces and restricting private car use, building hundreds of kilometers of sidewalks, bicycle paths, pedestrian streets, greenways, and parks. After organizing a Car-Free Day in 2000, he was awarded the Stockholm Challenge Award and rewarded by a referendum vote endorsing an annual car-free day and the elimination of all cars from streets during rush hours from 2015 onwards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peñalosa also led efforts to improve Bogotá's marginal neighborhoods through citizen involvement; planted more than 100,000 trees; created a new, highly successful bus-based transit system; and turned a deteriorated downtown avenue into a dynamic pedestrian public space. He helped transform the city's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; attitude from one of negative hopelessness to one of pride and hope, developing a model for urban improvement based on the equal rights of all people to transportation, education, and public spaces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"I was almost impeached for getting cars off sidewalks which car owning upper classes had illegally appropriated for parking." -- Enrique Peñalosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After he finished his speech, I was extremely excited, and had thoughts of making my own city. It would be a small city where technology is at its best. There would be great transportation systems within the city’s downtown area that would not include private cars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPan-jtfPjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TnCF_fMvodY/s200/DSC_1311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257574308181392946" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People in my city would walk more. It would be safer (less children dead for playing too close to the roads) and provide an amazing form of exercise for everyone, and might just be a way to decrease obesity. People would want to go out and smell the fresh air… Children would want to play around without feeling the need to stay away from the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPanKJIxUOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VpOkWH2Pfpw/s200/siena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257573407694868706" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The ground floor of every building would be filled with all sorts of shopping (clothing, grocery, etc. etc.), restaurants, café’s and anything else. I want it to have beautiful architecture (it must be beautiful architecture if I’m the one designing it, lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; I want there to be huge-ass sidewalks along the beach for public, with restaurants and boutiques. I want it to have many green parks with amazing man made lakes. The list goes on forever, but you get the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; picture, I want everyone to interact with one another, and I just want it to be heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before I get too carried away, yeah, the lecture was cool, and I became inspired. I wish I would have that kind of power someday and build my own city!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4038704484948393586?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4038704484948393586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4038704484948393586' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4038704484948393586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4038704484948393586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-city.html' title='The Perfect City'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPam5B1WIWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aA03YS1ogIs/s72-c/enrique_penalosa_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-495204597078615145</id><published>2008-10-14T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:07:07.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPT6Xn4E_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ph5FxJm4Nw/s1600-h/RalAud2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPT6Xn4E_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ph5FxJm4Nw/s320/RalAud2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257101948796338114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Two years ago, when I was in my other school, I had a group of friends. This group split in two after a while, and although we are all still friends, we aren't a group like we used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyways, skinny boy was one of the group of friends at the time, and we were together all the time, whenever his classes were over, he'd come by my apartment until we go out with the rest of the group, our classes were next to each other, so every few days we would meet up before class and just talk together. We always made fun of one another, and spent most of our time laughing. A year and a half ago, he had some complications with the university and just moved to another school. And even though we kind of drifted away from each other a semester before he left, I still felt like I have lost a friend. I didn't feel the same way when Gucci girl and I went our separate ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyways, I was facebooking today, and guess who pops up and says hello? None other than skinny boy himself, for some reason it was as if we saw each other yesterday, we talked a lot and I actual missed him.  The chat brought up many funny memories! I told him he should come visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Speaking of visits, JINJIN IS COMING TO VISIT SOON!!! I cannot wait, jinjin, get here quick, I miss you. Lool, I think I need more furniture! And paint, and ooooh, so many things. We are going to have a blast, even if, most of the time, we'll be at the studio lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pizza is here, gtg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. The people in the picture look nothing like my friends and I, but it's cute ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-495204597078615145?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/495204597078615145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=495204597078615145' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/495204597078615145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/495204597078615145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SPT6Xn4E_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ph5FxJm4Nw/s72-c/RalAud2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-611554238922293988</id><published>2008-10-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:18:22.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Fantastic Point of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOxCUrog60I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TdPJf-xHgjc/s1600-h/aladdin_jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOxCUrog60I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TdPJf-xHgjc/s400/aladdin_jasmine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254647788311997250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was sitting in the subway stop, waiting for the train to arrive, and the guy next to me stands up quickly, paces back and forth in front of me, and sits back down. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was holding a stack of papers, and I guess he was studying something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I get curious and sneak peaks at what he’s reading… and in a large font I read “take you wonder by wonder.” My jaw drops, WTH, Is that what I think it is. He’s studying the lyrics to Aladdin’s “A Whole New World!!” I look up at his face, and say, “Is that from Aladdin?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, I’m a voice major” What the fucking hell is a voice major?! I have never heard of such a thing! I just felt speechless, and he went back to his voice major studying until the train came.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Soon as I got home, I grab my laptop, jump on my bed, get the lyrics online and youtubed the video, and I found this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-611554238922293988?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/611554238922293988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=611554238922293988' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/611554238922293988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/611554238922293988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-fantastic-point-of-view.html' title='A New Fantastic Point of View'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOxCUrog60I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TdPJf-xHgjc/s72-c/aladdin_jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-3905205523429036268</id><published>2008-10-07T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:35:23.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin' Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOtwXChXDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6em2wWtg1cU/s1600-h/051117_CW_RateHottie_tn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOtwXChXDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6em2wWtg1cU/s400/051117_CW_RateHottie_tn.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254416931373911682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most architecture professors are EXTREMELY HOT!! (Especially the young one’s, mmh). Their sophisticated, calm, confidence is driving me CRAZY! Add a good sense of humor to the mix and you've got the perfect species of mankind. I can’t begin to explain how hard it is, when I’m in class, and I’m trying to focus on the subject at hand, but instead I just stare at their faces and start having naughty thoughts. Agh! and the way they walk to the board, and start drawing an example (of something I haven’t paid attention to), they even figure a way to make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; into some kind of a sexy show. Agh… what can I say. I never knew I could have this many hot professors in one semester!&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/5573733481937530162-3905205523429036268?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3905205523429036268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=3905205523429036268' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/3905205523429036268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/3905205523429036268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/smokin-hot.html' title='Smokin&apos; Hot!'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOtwXChXDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6em2wWtg1cU/s72-c/051117_CW_RateHottie_tn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-2860548579934500365</id><published>2008-10-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:53:52.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Stoned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOYeru8jIpI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Sz2NEGGAEc/s1600-h/29pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOYeru8jIpI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Sz2NEGGAEc/s400/29pic.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252919752059462290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was an interesting day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up at 8am, and then went to the studio a couple hours later after blogging, showering, and getting ready. So I walk to my “section” of the studio, and no one is there. I hate it when that happens. I get stuck up there all alone &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The good thing about that though, is that I work much more efficiently that way. I managed to finish exactly on time, and ran to class with my finished product. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that day, I met up with my group, worked on a project for a couple of hours. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 7:15, I realized that if I wanted to get anything done tonight, I’m going to have to buy a T-square triangle. Since Utrecht Art Supply closes at 8, I rushed and managed to get everything I needed (and some that I just wanted), take a short walk around the city, and took the subway back to school. I arrived to school at 9, chatted with some of my friends, and when I finally decided to get started, I look at what I bought and my fucking T-square was MISSING! They did it again. Last time, they didn’t put my sketchpad, and gave me the bag without it. I had to ask him to give me my sketchpad. The salesman was all apologetic, but now that it has happened again, I think it’s intentionally done! I seriously believe that. Mother fuckers! I’m going to be there at 8am tomorrow morning, demanding my ruler!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, so for the more interesting part. Everyone that knows me, knows that I’m a good kid. I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs (I know, I know, boring right?). I’m friendly and nice. Today though, I really wanted to do something that wouldn’t have made my mother proud (more like give her a heart attack). I stayed and watched one of my classmates (who’s excessive use of the word “son” made me laugh since I am three frikin years older than he was) as he worked on his project. He always has the best projects. So, he keeps saying how he was going to “partay” tonight, and then asked me if I partied much. I told him I didn’t, and when he asked me what kind of beer I liked, I told him that I didn’t drink alcohol. I was surprised when he said that he didn’t drink either. It turns out his stomach was too sensitive, and he can’t drink at all, which is why he did pot. It’s weird how people in the states talk so freely about it, especially since it’s illegal. His explanation though, was that his way of being “intoxicated” in parties was by getting high. He was telling me the prices of pot (he sells it) and it was crazy!! That’s why American college students never eat out. They spend all their money on booze and crack.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOYerpD5zZI/AAAAAAAAADw/_V4bUAqdqDI/s400/pot.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252919750479695250" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We left the studio together, and in the elevator, he told me that he wanted to get me stoned (I guess that’s his way of being friendly). All of a sudden my hands become extremely cold and I start shivering slightly. Is that what peer pressure feels like? Maybe it’s the fact that I have been wanting to try it since the beginning of the semester, and feeling guilty about feeling that way?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s because I don’t know what will happen to me if my friends find out (I’d tell my close friends if I ever did anything out of the ordinary) or my mother… My mother. :/. I don’t want her to be disappointed in me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I usually ask her before I do anything “different”. She almost never says no to anything. Ugh. I feel so guilty right now just for considering it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, before I forget where I was going with this, I’m going to continue. We said our goodbyes and split ways and I headed to the subway. I meet there, two black girls that were actually friendly (you don’t see that much, they are usually full of attitude). We start talking about school, and they ask me where I’m from. As soon as they heard the word Kuwait, one of them was like “ma boyfriend was there for a month before goin to Iraq.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We get friendly, and just talk about this and that, waiting for the subway. So I asked them if they ever smoked pot. For some reason they just started laughing at me. They thought I was joking. When they saw that my expression was still serious, they’re like “ who da fuck told you ta smoke pot?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Just someone from my studio”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“nuh uuuh maan, don do it, not everybody doin crack”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Thank you, I wanted someone to tell me not to. Phew”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You mean to tail me you never tried dat shit”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No, I think it’s just an American thing” and they start laughing at me again!! : S. The things I have to put up with! I know that pot isn’t really as bad or as serious as heroin or cocaine, so I don’t see the big deal. My mom doesn’t know that though, and we have a very honest relationship. I still have a bad feeling about trying it. I don’t think I will. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-2860548579934500365?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2860548579934500365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=2860548579934500365' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2860548579934500365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2860548579934500365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-stoned.html' title='Getting Stoned.'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SOYeru8jIpI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Sz2NEGGAEc/s72-c/29pic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-8315440075587594692</id><published>2008-10-01T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:44:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SON-fB6SiKI/AAAAAAAAADg/EUQKFdbzRq4/s1600-h/Blogging-727509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SON-fB6SiKI/AAAAAAAAADg/EUQKFdbzRq4/s400/Blogging-727509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252180661998094498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at 5:45 to continue working on my assignments until my first class at 10:40, but for some reason I just got on my laptop and continued blogging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cool to discover new blogs, and the different ways of writing, and the different attitudes of different bloggers. The way different people customize their blogs was also interesting, it gives their blogs a unique feeling. It's as if each blog is a different world. Lol, I sound like such a loser, I know, but I'm fairly new to blogging, and was never interested in it until very recently, and I'm still in awe of how many blogs are out there. I'm trying my best to find the coolest blogs out there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do my assignment obviously, but I can do it before class ths afternoon. I'm listening to music, and blogging, and I'm wishing I didn't have to go right now, the next few days are gonna be BUSY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bientot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-8315440075587594692?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8315440075587594692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=8315440075587594692' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8315440075587594692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/8315440075587594692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SON-fB6SiKI/AAAAAAAAADg/EUQKFdbzRq4/s72-c/Blogging-727509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-5985404065947075767</id><published>2008-09-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:18:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Turning Into A Living Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SN7Vc0Qf1yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s0lLZffRauc/s1600-h/architect_architects_architecture_future_al_prusick_hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SN7Vc0Qf1yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s0lLZffRauc/s400/architect_architects_architecture_future_al_prusick_hell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250868906601469730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My assignments are getting chaotic! I knew that getting into the Architecture program meant that schoolwork would be excessive, but seriously, WTH! Every class, we are expected to have an assignment finished, and every couple of weeks there is a review. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met a few people the other day, and one of them was an intern in one of the hospitals in the city. His sister and cousin studied architecture in college, and he told me that they had no social life, and that they tended to hangout in the studio with their groups more than anything. I almost died inside! I wasn’t expecting him to say that. It suddenly hit me. I’m actually doing this!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friends warned me about this, and I was being the dreamer that I am, telling them that I can do it, and that it is what I have always wanted to do. It’s what I’m meant to do! I just know it. All these memories of us in my car, and them trying to persuade me not to get myself too excited about architecture, because there is a possibility of me not succeeding. It almost broke my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, my first review was yesterday, and although I hated that I spent most of my time, including the weekend, in the studio (instead of visiting nQ and my cousin, Ty), I was extremely excited to hear that most of the professors that were judging the class’s work thought that our project was the best out of the whole class! Some of the students also started commenting (all good comments) about our work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My group and I got a great feeling of achievement. I was happy our hard work and short nights didn’t go to waste.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad my friends did what they did. They have a way of pulling me out of my dream world and waking me up to the real world. Haha, I was the baby of the group, so they had the right to be over protective, I hope they’re proud of me when they read this. (The professors really did love our work. They made us pin up our work way at the end so that our project would be the finale of the review!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sad part though, is that right after the review was over, we were given a new assignment &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This will never end. LOL. It’s going to be a hard five years!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-5985404065947075767?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/5985404065947075767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=5985404065947075767' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5985404065947075767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5985404065947075767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-turning-into-living-zombie.html' title='I’m Turning Into A Living Zombie'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SN7Vc0Qf1yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s0lLZffRauc/s72-c/architect_architects_architecture_future_al_prusick_hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-7604603574304858993</id><published>2008-09-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:32:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNB39kLz2zI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nras3wmHJ9A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNBzEygY-iI/AAAAAAAAACg/mr0c63GE2MM/s1600-h/NYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNBzEygY-iI/AAAAAAAAACg/mr0c63GE2MM/s400/NYC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246820092000926242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This weekend was interesting. It was nQ’s birthday!! And I did things I’ve never done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I stayed at a hotel room the size of my shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I told a girl that I didn’t mind that she kissed a girl, and she liked it and the taste of her cherry chap stick (and I don’t even know the girl’s real name, hahaha), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I danced awkwardly at a scary club (sorry nQ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For nQ’s birthday weekend, we decided to go to Boston, but ended up going to NYC (haha, tickets were too expensive, and the ride was way too long).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We hugged, in one day, more than I tried to for the past few years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I arrived, I decided not to hail a cab, and walk instead. I quickly regretted it. I started to sweat like a pig, and by the time we got to the hotel, the disappointment was beyond anything I could explain with words. I tried SO HARD to convince myself that it wasn’t that bad, but then I just gave up and broke down in tears. Ok…ok, I didn’t breakdown, but it would have been funny if I did! (Or sad, lol, no… just funny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways! nQ and I left the hotel, and found ourselves surrounded by food carts everywhere, the temptation was driving us crazy! The food looked delicious, and…well, basically, we broke our fast, and decided that since it’s her birthday weekend, and we’re in NYC, we should have more than one meal in the duration of the trip! We weren’t going to break our fast over a measly corndog, so we make it our conquest to try everything this festival had to offer. A while later, as we decide what to try out after the “Russian donuts,” a crazy black lady (that made fun of the way I said T-mobile) invited us to be apart of the audience for Queen Latifa’s interview on BET. I didn’t expect her to be so funny! She said “Jeeeezus!” in a very funny way when she answered one of the questions. nQ and I laughed our asses off!( I took a picture of the stage on my phone but I have no idea where the wire thingy that transfers things from my phone to the computer is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNBz6ilZzNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Adp8EEcRU0c/s320/temple-of-dendur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246821015439920338" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We also went to the MET. It was AMAZING! I walked for what felt like days in there, and saw Egyptian temples and mummy cases and other cool stuff, and we didn’t even get to see everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We ate amazing Indian food for dinner. I think nQ is starting to like it after all! After stuffing ourselves we went back to the hotel and decided to rest so we can go clubbing. I wish we didn’t, that hour that we spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“resting” I almost slept, and felt cranky when it was time to leave to the club. On top of being cranky, nQ made me walk to the club and was totally neglecting me by speaking to her “pmsing friend” on the phone. I was debating, in my head, whether I should choke her or crush her! This isn’t the first time she does this (but that’s another story). I felt better though, when her “pmsing friend” was chatting with me through nQ instead of speaking with her, hahaha. That was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was the first to hug nQ and wish her a happy birthday!! That was awesome! We got in the club, and I tried to dance, but it turned out to be just too tiring and awkward. I hate dancing when I feel like I’m being watched (although I’m sure it no one was watching me and that it was all in my head). After an hour of dancing, we left the club and took a taxi home (thank god). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I fell on the bed as soon as I got into the room and just zoned out thinking about how I don’t want to change and brush my teeth. I started to just stare into space with my mind somewhere else (If you saw the room, you’d understand). All of a sudden I hear nQ gasping and when I look at her, I saw the funniest frightened face I ever saw. I had no clue what was going on but I REALLY wanted to laugh, unfortunately I was just too tired. You guys should have seen her. She had her hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide open, and she was like, “ Oh my God! You sleep with your eyes open!” I guess I zoned out to the extent that my face was totally expressionless and she thought I was sleeping with my eyes open. I laughed for a whole fifteen minutes on the way back in the train! Why aren’t our lives recorded! It would turn out to be the most successful reality show ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNB39kLz2zI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nras3wmHJ9A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNB39kLz2zI/AAAAAAAAACw/Nras3wmHJ9A/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246825465455565618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-7604603574304858993?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7604603574304858993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=7604603574304858993' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7604603574304858993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/7604603574304858993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-weekend-was-interesting.html' title='NYC Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SNBzEygY-iI/AAAAAAAAACg/mr0c63GE2MM/s72-c/NYC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-4987210250122132283</id><published>2008-09-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:37:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis désolé.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMckXuvvFMI/AAAAAAAAACY/ItPlfUdzToI/s1600-h/studying-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMckXuvvFMI/AAAAAAAAACY/ItPlfUdzToI/s320/studying-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244200281200071874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers (not that many so far ;P), I apologize for not posting so often lately, classes just started, and are pretty hectic, and fasting doesn't make it any easier! hehe, but I hope i'll post very soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it easy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-4987210250122132283?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4987210250122132283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=4987210250122132283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4987210250122132283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/4987210250122132283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/09/je-suis-dsol.html' title='Je suis désolé.'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMckXuvvFMI/AAAAAAAAACY/ItPlfUdzToI/s72-c/studying-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-2100585940690367587</id><published>2008-09-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:20:35.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMA0MAI5ZuI/AAAAAAAAACI/s0FEkYRvE0g/s1600-h/ap_SpiceGirls_071217_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMA0MAI5ZuI/AAAAAAAAACI/s0FEkYRvE0g/s320/ap_SpiceGirls_071217_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247347059648226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What?! No Way… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’m watching MTV Hits. They’re replaying all the ‘Best Dancing in a Video’ VMA winners, and 1997’s winning video was the spice girls’ Wannabe video. I loved the spice girls. My mom used to play their songs in the car on our way to school. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, after watching the video (for the first time), I was shocked. I rewind and play again to watch the video one more time. OMFG! All of the spice girls sang in that song except for Victoria, she was singing along with the chorus. I was so disappointed that my favorite spice girl really was famous, only, for her pointing poses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We used to love Victoria growing up. I remember once, my mom and dad took us for a ride at a tour bus in London. After day dreaming for a while, the tour guide caught our attention by showing us The Victoria Memorial at Buckingham Palace, and explained that it was there to honor Victoria’s life before she died. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother turns to us with the biggest frown I’ve ever seen, and in the saddest and most adorable voice, he says, “Victoriia Dieeeed?” LOL, he was the most adorable 7 year old ever. After my mom stopped laughing she explained to him that the tour guide meant Queen Victoria, not the Spice Girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aaah, the good old days, when he wasn’t the stubborn rebel he is now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-2100585940690367587?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2100585940690367587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=2100585940690367587' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2100585940690367587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/2100585940690367587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/09/victoria.html' title='Victoria'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMA0MAI5ZuI/AAAAAAAAACI/s0FEkYRvE0g/s72-c/ap_SpiceGirls_071217_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-6590104424194307214</id><published>2008-09-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:04:41.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Should Sell Your Car, Hottie." nQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMAVEmTFrWI/AAAAAAAAACA/4MyxWBpyGbY/s1600-h/jump+start+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMAVEmTFrWI/AAAAAAAAACA/4MyxWBpyGbY/s320/jump+start+head.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242213135003528546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since I was out of the country all summer, I haven’t used my car in over three months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, my car battery died, and all I needed was a simple jump-start.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AARGH! I hate how I’m painfully shy! I could have asked people at my parking structure to help, but ended up just shying away and calling my insurance company. After being put on hold for 15 minutes, Jessica answers, “Progressive, Roadside Assistance. My name is Jessica, how can I help you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hello, I need a jump start, please.” After giving her my info, the frikin’ bimbo tells me my policy don’t cover roadside assistance! She told me they could still send someone to help for $61! I thought about it for a nanosecond, and told her I’ll do that! It’s worth it to pay the $61, even though I know I’m being ripped off, than to wait in the parking structure and ask people, who are probably busy, for help. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So… an hour and a half later, a young Latino guy comes and jump-starts my car. I thank him, and he tells me to leave the car running for 25 minutes. I waited for 25 minutes, and decided I’ll just leave it running for another 10 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thirty-five minutes later, I shut my car off, and when I re-start it, guess what happens! Yup! It wouldn’t start! If I weren’t in public, I would have probably started shouting and swearing! I called the guy and explained to him what happened, and he was like, “you have to call your insurance company again. And I’ll be right back.” I do that, and after another long hold, Amber answers with the same bubbly tone as Jessica did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What the F*&amp;amp;K! I was beginning to think that Progressive was doing a ‘Bimbo’s Need Jobs too’ campaign. I told her what happened and she told me that she’d send someone over for another $61. By then Steam was blowing from my ears. I bite my tongue, count to ten backwards, take a deep breath, and explain to her that all I did was listen to the guy’s orders. She puts me on hold again for like 20 minutes, then tells me that she’s sorry and that there isn’t anything they can do about that, and that If I wanted to get someone down here to help me, I’d have to pay that fee again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“SORRY!? You’re SORRY!? I’ll tell you what you idiot! Not only did you take an insane amount of money for a frikin’ jump start, you’re trying to make me pay it again for doing exactly what the guy told me!” when she tried to apologize again, I told her to go f*&amp;amp;K herself, and that I was going to be calling GIECO! After hanging up on her, I look around me, and realize that I have just made a scene (something that I usually never do) and that people were staring at me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I go back to my apartment, I called nQ and gave her the PG rated version of the story. She reminded me that she wanted me to sell my car &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-6590104424194307214?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6590104424194307214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=6590104424194307214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6590104424194307214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/6590104424194307214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-should-sell-your-car-hottie-nq.html' title='&quot;You Should Sell Your Car, Hottie.&quot; nQ'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SMAVEmTFrWI/AAAAAAAAACA/4MyxWBpyGbY/s72-c/jump+start+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-5821603559558064973</id><published>2008-08-24T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:33:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People are Just Stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SLHvhkvIuPI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBIiE5BH288/s1600-h/georgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SLHvhkvIuPI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBIiE5BH288/s320/georgia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238231201684699378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been in DC for the past few days visiting my friend, (or as we would say, temporary “roommate”) nQ, and every time we pass by the Russian Embassy, I hear people protesting in front of it. They would scream out, “Russian killers go home! Russian killers go home!” Before I arrived to DC, I knew about the War. nQ told me about it when she visited me with pink pjs (my other friend) a week or so ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as I’m searching for cool pictures to match my post with, I find this. At first, I though, maybe the war didn’t last so long, maybe she didn’t realize what was happening to her country, then I got it, and laughed my ass off!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-5821603559558064973?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/5821603559558064973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=5821603559558064973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5821603559558064973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/5821603559558064973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-are-just-stupid.html' title='Some People are Just Stupid!'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRUlWcE2U_g/SLHvhkvIuPI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBIiE5BH288/s72-c/georgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573733481937530162.post-799629849502908076</id><published>2008-08-21T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:57:03.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hello world… I'm a twenty something year old living in a tiny city. This is a (not so personal) diary of the many weird situations i have gone through, am going through, and will go through. I will try my best not to forget about it and keep posting every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573733481937530162-799629849502908076?l=thehottesthottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/feeds/799629849502908076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573733481937530162&amp;postID=799629849502908076' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/799629849502908076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573733481937530162/posts/default/799629849502908076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehottesthottie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Hottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13699430927247414527</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>33</thr:total></entry></feed>
