<?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-6602607269082557259</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:33:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island School Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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-6602607269082557259.post-3980825976660416092</id><published>2009-06-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:27:22.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SjhvmCo9I2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-USM_zJMcQ/s1600-h/franklin_trees_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147256836825954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SjhvmCo9I2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-USM_zJMcQ/s320/franklin_trees_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time flys by so quick, things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just happened so fast no time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to think about it wish i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rewind time but life dont work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;like that. life is just a pool ful of wishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;regrets sorrow pain happiness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;once your time is up there is no going back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to change anything all there are is looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on those hours,days and minutes wasted on things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that you used to think was important. now you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;realized that maybe if would have said the words earlier or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you would have done things differently just maybe things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;woud have turned out diffferent for the better. the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;u say in the present are like a passage way to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;words arent the only way actions mean sumething to it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;like a moment in time where u feel in control of wht happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;doing things yourself makes frozen time seem to melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;taking a chance is wht life is for . everyone has there time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you have to justlearn how to make time your own friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish i would have learned this a long time ago now i think it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;might be a little to late to for me to go back and say what i really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;needed to say.now alll i have iis thoughts that i wish i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have ... made into memories maybe for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-3980825976660416092?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/3980825976660416092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=3980825976660416092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3980825976660416092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3980825976660416092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SjhvmCo9I2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-USM_zJMcQ/s72-c/franklin_trees_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-8386178840506918323</id><published>2009-05-13T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:03:02.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TMZ IS CRAZY</title><content type='html'>wow there is this video on tmz.com if you go scroll down to where it says wait there's more you go on the the page and there is a man running .... well u just have to see it though CrazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzY &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/6602607269082557259-8386178840506918323?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/8386178840506918323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=8386178840506918323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/8386178840506918323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/8386178840506918323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmz-is-crazy.html' title='TMZ IS CRAZY'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5274548833127836777</id><published>2009-05-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:02:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SgQtcE-EYbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kyiWImifgoE/s1600-h/MandM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SgQtcE-EYbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kyiWImifgoE/s320/MandM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333437819107172786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i designed my sneaker with red, yellow and white it reminds me of peanut M&amp;amp;M s because the are peanut M&amp;amp;Ms which i like to eat a lot. M&amp;amp;M are my second favorite chocolate candy.But they still are the best to me. The colors remind me of Mc Donald's &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/6602607269082557259-5274548833127836777?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5274548833127836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5274548833127836777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5274548833127836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5274548833127836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-sneakers.html' title='M&amp;M 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2235431335588510141</id><published>2009-04-06T06:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:10:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Brainstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=229344&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJiV2tkVkhueldLTQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2235431335588510141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2235431335588510141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2235431335588510141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/04/garbage-brainstorm_1574.html' title='Garbage Brainstorm'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-3198175495843539380</id><published>2009-02-12T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:51:25.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster (Girlfriend's story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SZTEAGYXCEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qlhMou8kIec/s1600-h/green+sidekick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SZTEAGYXCEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qlhMou8kIec/s320/green+sidekick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302078167313745986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the obvious choice I picked was choice c)Just talk to him and find out wat is going on.I picked this choice because usually things get settled when you talk things out face 2 face.And you get to hear the truth from the person.Also showing the other person u r willing to hear what they have to say and not judge them for saying it,makes the other person want to keep telling you how they feel.But remember there is a limit to wat one says,ya heard.Maybe after hearing the confession from someone else will make you realize things about yourself,but don't be to self conscious. Technology hasn't really hurt me in anyway it made situation get out there quicker that I could have said it in real life.The difference in talking to people face 2 face from on the phone or Internet when you talk to people face 2 face u can see their feelings or expression on there face and you noe whether or not what you said effected how they feel about what you said.Using technology you can probably can say anything and say the wrong thing and the person might take it seriously.So remember kids Hallways are Always fun this blogger trawlinson signing out(and cut scene)&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-3198175495843539380?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/3198175495843539380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=3198175495843539380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3198175495843539380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3198175495843539380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriends-story.html' title='Text Monster (Girlfriend&apos;s story)'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SZTEAGYXCEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qlhMou8kIec/s72-c/green+sidekick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-6999687638644459588</id><published>2009-02-06T18:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:30:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster (Boyfriend's story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SYz34F2tS8I/AAAAAAAAADs/J4Oi9518FE8/s1600-h/t-mobile-sidekick-hands-on-04-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SYz34F2tS8I/AAAAAAAAADs/J4Oi9518FE8/s320/t-mobile-sidekick-hands-on-04-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299883404524604354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that assignment was very overwhelming.The choice I would pick is choice B)Tell her she needs to trust you and give some space.I pick this choice because if your girlfriend really trusts you and is willing let you in her life then she shoould be willing for you to talk to her, let her know how you are feeling and she will understand where u r comin from.And maybe try to fix that problem it is either that or she is craaaaazy!!=*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-6999687638644459588?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/6999687638644459588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=6999687638644459588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/6999687638644459588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/6999687638644459588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='Text Monster (Boyfriend&apos;s story)'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SYz34F2tS8I/AAAAAAAAADs/J4Oi9518FE8/s72-c/t-mobile-sidekick-hands-on-04-sm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5352344506679515236</id><published>2009-02-06T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:08:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Speech Ya'll</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "400"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/22e9de10-f3eb-11dd-b7d4-001b210acd5f_3.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/22e9de10-f3eb-11dd-b7d4-001b210acd5f_3_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-5352344506679515236?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5352344506679515236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5352344506679515236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5352344506679515236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5352344506679515236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/02/obama-speech-yall.html' title='Obama Speech Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2837640224878598433</id><published>2009-02-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:08:56.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:Bonus:) Remix!! If I was a girl poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SYuboYvTY9I/AAAAAAAAADk/UGHZk-MB0xQ/s1600-h/fantasy_wallpaper_gallery%2520(64)%5B1%5D.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/_25o2nglpO4k/SYuboYvTY9I/AAAAAAAAADk/UGHZk-MB0xQ/s320/fantasy_wallpaper_gallery%2520(64)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299500504669447122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would sneak out just to be with him&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would fill his thoughts with wonder about me&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would fill his heart with love &lt;br /&gt;If I was girl...&lt;br /&gt;He would be in never ending fantasy&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;There would be no wall keeping him from me&lt;br /&gt;If I was girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would see him breaking my heart and breaking my trance on him&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would make sure every memory of him would be gone so I feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;I would slowly fade from his thoughts lost in a closet of despair&lt;br /&gt;There is no If I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;because I am a girl&lt;br /&gt;broken into pieces, my trust disappears like grains of sand...&lt;br /&gt;seeing this happen to my friend who is a boy&lt;br /&gt;makes me as a girl, question will my fantasy come down on me &lt;br /&gt;I guess being a girl not only makes you blind from the truth,&lt;br /&gt;but changes other peoples feelings and images about their own fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Deep beaneath a power that both girls and boys hold that makes people want more&lt;br /&gt;That power is DESIRE ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-2837640224878598433?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/2837640224878598433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2837640224878598433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2837640224878598433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2837640224878598433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonus-remix-if-i-was-girl-poem.html' title='(:Bonus:) Remix!! If I was a girl poem'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SYuboYvTY9I/AAAAAAAAADk/UGHZk-MB0xQ/s72-c/fantasy_wallpaper_gallery%2520(64)%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-6768243056267093769</id><published>2009-01-30T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:57:07.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SYuK3u8J-CI/AAAAAAAAADc/zEysWJyPnyU/s1600-h/boy_girl_symbols%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SYuK3u8J-CI/AAAAAAAAADc/zEysWJyPnyU/s320/boy_girl_symbols%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299482076629301282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from listening to beyonce latest songs what I think Beyonce thinks about guys is they neglect their girlfriend and don't care.The boys rather hang out with their guys than spend time with their girlfriends who is probably is worried and wondering where and what they are doing.She thinks guys want more than what they already have and knows that their not going to lose their girlfriends because they will get back with them.Also they take women for granted they are womanizers(Britney Spears) HA HA LITTLE JOKE.Anyway when the women leaves the guys,the guys automatically think if they say sorry or I love you it is going to change how the girl feels about them sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't(but it is better not to take that risk).Beyonce thinks that they will never understand how a girl feels when they cheat on them.And sometimes when girls figure it and confront the men,the men have nothing to say,but a bunch of lies instead of the truth.But not all guys are like that so go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-6768243056267093769?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/6768243056267093769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=6768243056267093769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/6768243056267093769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds-brainstorm-part-i.html' title='Blood Diamonds Brainstorm Part I,2,3,4'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-4672668065895190370</id><published>2009-01-18T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:36:20.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Credit (animal cruelty)Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXP1MMc0c7I/AAAAAAAAADU/s-aO1zUuIMA/s1600-h/puppies-7164%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXP1MMc0c7I/AAAAAAAAADU/s-aO1zUuIMA/s320/puppies-7164%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292843576939803570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal abuse&lt;br /&gt;can't help poor pets&lt;br /&gt;stand up for them please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick people dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;makes me hurt when i see this&lt;br /&gt;going to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout don't be afraid &lt;br /&gt;give the animals a chance&lt;br /&gt;hurry be very quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-4672668065895190370?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/4672668065895190370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=4751616696879487884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/4751616696879487884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/4751616696879487884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/extra-credit_6649.html' title='*Extra Credit*(chevron)'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-853726670278174902</id><published>2009-01-18T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:25:10.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXPkgJIGgpI/AAAAAAAAADM/d6refUO1mS4/s1600-h/chevron%2520logo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXPkgJIGgpI/AAAAAAAAADM/d6refUO1mS4/s320/chevron%2520logo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292825227947311762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that really must not like Chevron (not like,I like them or anything I don't really know them)but there are 3 important words that I think are important.I guess it would be"Humans are endlessly curious" the reason why I think they put those words in there is because people don't stop,at what they already know they want to go beyond what they know give themselves a challenge to test their abilities ,mind.See how far they go and go back and make sure when they went over there findings they make it more efficient safe careful.It seems like they are trying to make us believe that they were safe, weren't hurting anyone or anything they were strictly professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activists think chevron are just a bunch frauds phonies they say that chevron "contaminate more maliciously" they want us to know that chevron is a company that only wants money and don't care the damage they do to get that money .They only want to cause pain and will go any length to get what they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-853726670278174902?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/853726670278174902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=853726670278174902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/853726670278174902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/853726670278174902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/chevron.html' title='Chevron'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXPkgJIGgpI/AAAAAAAAADM/d6refUO1mS4/s72-c/chevron%2520logo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-1292250210961885691</id><published>2009-01-18T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:07:12.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.glogster.com/glog.php?glog_id=1413532&amp;scale=40" width="960" height="650" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1292250210961885691?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2699463038252179211</id><published>2009-01-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:26:36.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Extra Credit*(instruction mannual)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN7UiRIoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/U9hEB4NOeFw/s1600-h/313544-9-extreme-sunset-reflections%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN7UiRIoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/U9hEB4NOeFw/s320/313544-9-extreme-sunset-reflections%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292709579816739490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I haven't been in a situation when someone was against my belief,but I've seen people around me all over the place not believe in each other spiritually.Once any hears about another persons worship they automatically shut it down to them it is like a language they refuse to speak.Everyone should be open to new things new ideas maybe they actually find it good.But they grew up and grew old only knowing what they were taught what they know is right,but in reality they are worshiping the same thing just because they give it a different name doesn't mean they are not talking about the same thing they just go about worshipping it a different way.(It just means what they worship I may not know what they worship,but I do know they are different worships.)They don't have to change,the fact that they listened is good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-2699463038252179211?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/2699463038252179211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2699463038252179211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2699463038252179211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2699463038252179211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/extra-credit.html' title='*Extra Credit*(instruction mannual)'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN07IhMaXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KZLKFzZSKY8/s1600-h/Blue_rose-artificially_coloured%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN07IhMaXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KZLKFzZSKY8/s320/Blue_rose-artificially_coloured%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292702546338277746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN0pZ0JyBI/AAAAAAAAACs/stAsOmqXyoQ/s1600-h/roses_450x479%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN0pZ0JyBI/AAAAAAAAACs/stAsOmqXyoQ/s320/roses_450x479%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292702241743554578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was very empowering it makes you think that there are people out there that think like that.The video is about a boy who grew into reading from an instruction manual on how to things a certain way like a drawer.Then as he saw other people drawers and they looked different than his.So he told them that their drawers were wrong and they got mad.His parents told him that those people were wrong.The little boy notice that there is more to the manual that there are different kinds of drawers basically not everything is done in the same way.people have different just because their different does not mean they are wrong it just means they have their way of feeling they are connected with what they believe in. Yes I be live this video that people just assume that ,that person is automatically wrong because they are different like I said before. I believe this because not everyone is the same we are all different so we are bound to have different ways of thinking that dignifies who we are what we do in the same circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1300431066575880282?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/1300431066575880282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=1300431066575880282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1300431066575880282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1300431066575880282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instruction-mannual-for-life.html' title='Instruction Mannual For Life'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXN1AXR0oHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m5nnOMs_C9s/s72-c/janies-rose%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2724524963711922554</id><published>2009-01-17T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:56:51.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigrant detention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXNnKTTuZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/3rxO6LPKVG0/s1600-h/Detention%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXNnKTTuZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/3rxO6LPKVG0/s320/Detention%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292687413769824194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm playing right now I can't believe what they do to these people(that really just want a better life). They have these places visitor room where the people get to see there family,but because of those little boxes with telephones attached to some of them don't get to see there family up to 6 months or more. The office room is off limits to the immigrants they have secret papers in there.people threatened to sign papers even if the immigrants don't know what they mean.And if they go to court they can't defend themselves cause the people have their paperwork.In the common area it is like a small cafeteria where the people just sit and do nothing,but they are only there if there is no lock down.The bathrooms are exposed there is no privy some women and men get sexually assaulted.I have to say the cells are horrible they squeeze people in these tiny cells and leave the lights on 24/7 they also beat the immigrants if they disobey an instruction.The solitary confinement room is basically where they put immigrants that get out of line or they just don't know what to do with.In the medical center people wait on lines for hours, some people miss breakfast just to have doctor that gives them Tylenol.They are also known for giving the wrong medicine or not the right amount of doses. This game was simple helps me understand their situation, it is sad how they are treated and it is not right.   The united states should try to help the immigrants become legal or have someone that speak their language from the United states to communicate so that they could understand the problem easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-2724524963711922554?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/2724524963711922554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2724524963711922554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2724524963711922554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2724524963711922554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/immigrant-detention.html' title='Immigrant detention'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXNnKTTuZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/3rxO6LPKVG0/s72-c/Detention%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-1580756049597587819</id><published>2009-01-17T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:10:32.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Part 2 (The Defining)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKxEbr-6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pwzAY52eE0I/s1600-h/moonlight_230%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKxEbr-6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pwzAY52eE0I/s320/moonlight_230%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292487201823582322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought this was a natural dream to have,but When I had that dream I could not stop replaying it in my mind. I was trying to understand why I had that dream because I don't have many dreams or I don't remember them.I was right about my dream meaning something. The forest I was walking in was lonely and isolated from the world.That meant I was trying to escape to a simpler way of life,when I was walking and didn't know Where I was going,but knew where I was going that was known as following my instincts. The moon in my dream was bright over a pond,the moon meant a hidden shadow of me,that reacts to my feelings or mood.The rippling pond in my dream meant I desired more quiet time to myself to make sure my thoughts &amp; &lt;br /&gt;feelings are in check.The candy in my dreams means symbolizes forbidden pleasure, joy. My family was in my dream to it meant that I felt secure,warmth and love. When I was with my family I felt lost not there distant that meant that I was worried about the rules and conditions are ever changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1580756049597587819?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/1580756049597587819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=1580756049597587819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1580756049597587819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1580756049597587819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-part-2-defining.html' title='Dream Part 2 (The Defining)'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKxEbr-6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pwzAY52eE0I/s72-c/moonlight_230%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-3784863854282736217</id><published>2009-01-16T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:04:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tech Math Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXCTisqFlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/we9eclWFKA8/s1600-h/1315606856_9c754c1b2f_m-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXCTisqFlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/we9eclWFKA8/s320/1315606856_9c754c1b2f_m-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291891786472854642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is boring yawn&lt;br /&gt;The green board makes me feel sick&lt;br /&gt;anxious to leave now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area makes me nervous &lt;br /&gt;I ask my teacher for help &lt;br /&gt;I learn very quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers get jumbled &lt;br /&gt;Calculator makes it clear&lt;br /&gt;Worried I am not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-3784863854282736217?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/3784863854282736217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=3784863854282736217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3784863854282736217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/3784863854282736217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-tech-math-haiku.html' title='High Tech Math Haiku'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXCTisqFlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/we9eclWFKA8/s72-c/1315606856_9c754c1b2f_m-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5898923663750218181</id><published>2009-01-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:05:15.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKWWjXHCSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r2i6jdcnRk4/s1600-h/LOLLIPOPS040208112330%5B1%5D.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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKWWjXHCSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r2i6jdcnRk4/s320/LOLLIPOPS040208112330%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292457826307213602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my memory is kind of foggy so bare with me. I remember walking in a forest all by myself not knowing where to go or where I was yet I felt like I knew Where I was going(somehow I felt like I belong here).The sky was a medium blue and the moon was shinning on a pond the moon was like another side of me. That is not only weird part,but there was this giant lollipop floating above the water once the lollipop touched the water(Brace yourselves people here it comes,you have time turn back save yourselves) a rush of pink wind blew my eyes closed. I opened them and there was candy everywhere(like the charlie and the chocolate factory)Licorice grass,chocolate trees with mint ice cream on top,my family was there giving me hugs and then I felt like I wasn't there physically I felt lost again like I didn't belong here. Anyway lollipop swings hanging from the trees all the flavors of gumdrops were dancing around and more I know is still there ,but it is foggy. The dream was hypnotizing in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-5898923663750218181?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5898923663750218181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5898923663750218181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5898923663750218181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5898923663750218181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dream-part-1.html' title='My Dream Part 1'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKWWjXHCSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r2i6jdcnRk4/s72-c/LOLLIPOPS040208112330%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-1459854091869029197</id><published>2008-12-19T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:42:12.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!! BAG THE BAG BLOGGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKzIHqdUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/VQVDfqMsjm4/s1600-h/Recycle20ArrowswGlobe20Guy%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKzIHqdUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/VQVDfqMsjm4/s320/Recycle20ArrowswGlobe20Guy%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292489464191209586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now let's get something straight bloggers all over the world littering,throwing your trash on the ground is not healthy what so ever.Remember that the trash you throw away comes right back(not literally).But the trash has to be thrown somewhere and they keep a wasteland of our garbage in one place also most of it goes into the ocean and animals eat it.Now remember that animal you ate could have possibly garbage in them.Now think about this what if the garbage piles up and there is no more space? Try to be responsible for your trash recycle bottles cans, paper ect. Pick up your trash please people we need to save our world because if you don't it is a matter of life and death. Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1459854091869029197?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/1459854091869029197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=1459854091869029197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1459854091869029197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1459854091869029197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/12/warning-bag-bag-bloggers.html' title='WARNING!!! BAG THE BAG BLOGGERS'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKzIHqdUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/VQVDfqMsjm4/s72-c/Recycle20ArrowswGlobe20Guy%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2229002941075760517</id><published>2008-12-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:53:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Concoction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK0JyrxotI/AAAAAAAAABU/5jeSJIidsNQ/s1600-h/test_tubes%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK0JyrxotI/AAAAAAAAABU/5jeSJIidsNQ/s320/test_tubes%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292490592430957266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewe! this going to be fun my own abomination in a story.This is going to be interesting mu AAA aha!Now let's get started. The nasty concoction part 1&amp;2: I was in the lab making a formula to turn myself into the most feared creature of the night... my bad I got caught in the moment OK let me start all over. I was in the kitchen looking for ingredients for my get back at my big brother formula(the funny thing is there is no antidote mu AAA aah).So I took the apple juice,mash potatoes and string beans and put in a cup and sat in the freezer over night and let it thaw in the morning.I told my brother mom left it out for him to drink.He drunk and all heck broke loose he looked like a big of throw up I on the other hand was laughing my head off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-2229002941075760517?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/2229002941075760517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2229002941075760517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2229002941075760517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2229002941075760517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty Concoction'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK0JyrxotI/AAAAAAAAABU/5jeSJIidsNQ/s72-c/test_tubes%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-7224126884327538322</id><published>2008-12-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:55:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping Pet Homelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXLSCK6VqnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zj_FAlLRC5A/s1600-h/Lucy_drinkin%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXLSCK6VqnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zj_FAlLRC5A/s320/Lucy_drinkin%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292523446844369522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on another report about how careless people are, I mean really are people actually like this it is disappointing I'm going to have to explain to them that you never treat another living that breaths air, like garbage.Animals have a heart beat like humans,YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE THEM AWAY OR LEAVE THEM IN PARK NOT EVEN HOPING SOMEONE WILL TAKE CARE OF THEM!!If you can't take care of an animal you obviously can't take of your own child. Responsibility is what you have toward your pets. That means (if you don't know) you have to care for your pets wash your pet, feed your pet, play with your pet, play with your pet, walk your pet, make sure you take your pet to the doctor and give your pet love and affection.See how I say YOUR PET that means it is your responsibility to do these things for your furry friend. obviously to the people the only way to stop pet homelessness is to spay them to get rid of there babies. To me it is sad that these animals don't have a choice,but they don't want babies on the street.Or people can take control and adopt a pet and be sure that they are to treat that animal with care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-7224126884327538322?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/7224126884327538322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=7224126884327538322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/7224126884327538322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/7224126884327538322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopping-pet-homelessness.html' title='Stopping Pet Homelessness'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXLSCK6VqnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zj_FAlLRC5A/s72-c/Lucy_drinkin%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-7796839431910935070</id><published>2008-12-07T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:53:01.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Senses Minus One This Is Going To Be Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK1i5IcqmI/AAAAAAAAABc/phmwATMHJNg/s1600-h/5senses%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK1i5IcqmI/AAAAAAAAABc/phmwATMHJNg/s320/5senses%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292492123170187874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys,it's time for you to leave now i'm going to miss you buddy even if it's only one of you.Ok Tinice get a hold of yourself I'ts time for the big decision dun dun duuuun.If I had to choose I would choose hearing because people could still communicate with me or I can wear a hearing aid to help me hear. Plus yeah if someone says something mean or hurtful it won't hurt me cause I can't hear them. But to be serious there are ups and downs to losing any of your 5 senses I would love too keep them all in my life, but I guess if I had to choose sadly that is what I would choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-7796839431910935070?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/7796839431910935070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=7796839431910935070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/7796839431910935070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/7796839431910935070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-senses-minus-one-this-is-going-to-be.html' title='5 Senses Minus One This Is Going To Be Tough'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK1i5IcqmI/AAAAAAAAABc/phmwATMHJNg/s72-c/5senses%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-1888561523108346072</id><published>2008-12-06T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:59:19.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cruelty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK2YBnm5WI/AAAAAAAAABk/J73JZhKrV68/s1600-h/cartoon_119%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK2YBnm5WI/AAAAAAAAABk/J73JZhKrV68/s320/cartoon_119%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292493035981432162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,Animal Cruelty is no joke at all it is really pathetic what people do these days.I think now is probably a good idea to explain what what I'm talkin bout.Animal cruelty is when a person or group of people beat on animal for their own pesonal gain. Or maybe forcing animals fight against eachother to the death for money. This only makes animals more defensive and questioning about trusting us.Really some &lt;br /&gt;animals don't have time to question or have choices like humankind has to choose.Some animals will know what lies a head for them,some are so far in the game of violence they can't get out. See how I talk about animals like they are just like a regular person that is how people should treat them. Animals get kicked by an ungrateful owner the animals have feelings just like a baby.What I think that we need to do to stop this is the usual if we see any sort of animal call the police.I hope this tells you that lots of people feel the same way about this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1888561523108346072?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/1888561523108346072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=1888561523108346072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1888561523108346072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1888561523108346072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty.html' title='Animal Cruelty'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK2YBnm5WI/AAAAAAAAABk/J73JZhKrV68/s72-c/cartoon_119%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5904106153781874091</id><published>2008-11-17T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:38:16.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer's Remorse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKyM2AchSI/AAAAAAAAABE/7KVfM2OXarc/s1600-h/orange-blueberry-hitop%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKyM2AchSI/AAAAAAAAABE/7KVfM2OXarc/s320/orange-blueberry-hitop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292488445839312162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one thing that I bought that I regret buying is... to tell you the truth I really don't know because most of the things I have are from my mom and dad and they get me exactly what I want. But I will try, what I regret buying is a pair of sneakers!! and the day I wore them were destroyed in matter of minutes let's say those sneakers were not made for the rain,mud,dirt and footprints.And i didn't wear them that much after that.Everyday I stare at them they would tease me as I filled up with so much regret for ever buying those bad luck things.Did you realize how much begging i had to do to be able to get something that expensive around to my parents who by the way never let me buy those sort of things,Yeah never thought about did you? Cause I didn't .Why me not fair at all=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-5904106153781874091?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5904106153781874091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5904106153781874091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5904106153781874091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5904106153781874091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/11/buyers-remorse.html' title='Buyer&apos;s Remorse'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKyM2AchSI/AAAAAAAAABE/7KVfM2OXarc/s72-c/orange-blueberry-hitop%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5318811983288634636</id><published>2008-11-10T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:29:56.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O...BAMA! O...BAMA! YES WE DID AND WHAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKUHxkPo8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_XuoSqQFRE/s1600-h/obama-wants-you-to-sign-up-for-obamarama%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKUHxkPo8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_XuoSqQFRE/s320/obama-wants-you-to-sign-up-for-obamarama%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292455373399106498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it is a proud day for m hold on...ok,I'm fine. I'm a few days late writing this post(more like a week late but,don't tell)anyway it doesn't matter cause this year ya'll, it is all about C-H-A-N-G-E that is change if you can't spell but, I know you can. Now listen here Obama being president  is a big event in history ,the first african american to be president golly. Back in the day we didn't have change like this it was nonstop disaster after the next with bush here. Seeing that anything is possible is putting tears of joy in my eyes,not really but it is gettin there. Now lots of people may not think this the greatest thing that ever happen to them,but I do. Lots of ideas will  be thrown out there for people to see and we can judge for ourselves wether or not it is a good idea, instead of hiding secrets from each other. I feel like a person in The United States where my opinion really matters and we all work together to change the world instead of man every for themselves.I think that being different from everyone else is the very thing that draws us closer and makes us seem like people with the same standers. Well that was telling a little to much   awkward ...:)! Yes I did and Yes I will accept comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-5318811983288634636?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5318811983288634636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5318811983288634636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5318811983288634636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5318811983288634636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-obama-yes-we-did-and-what.html' title='O...BAMA! O...BAMA! YES WE DID AND WHAT!'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKUHxkPo8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_XuoSqQFRE/s72-c/obama-wants-you-to-sign-up-for-obamarama%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-310846388691484897</id><published>2008-10-26T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:21:10.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers bloggers in disguise! Transformed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKSDaihCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbcUxNHFqM0/s1600-h/Blue_Butterfly_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKSDaihCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbcUxNHFqM0/s320/Blue_Butterfly_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292453099475110354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a blinding light I rubbed my eyes my hands felt funny like thin sticks. It was harder to get my covers off of me. I swung my legs out of bed but,I didn't feel my legs touch the ground. I looked down and i was floating in the air.Quickly  I ran(more like flew)to my mirror and looked at myself. I had these big black, red, purple wings with white spots on it. Slowly i got closer to the mirror still stupified at the fact i turned into...a...BUTTERFLY! my wings were hard to control they were flapping at a pace.Questions started blasting through my head like a dam being broken.How did I get this way?what will I do if people see me like this?What do I eat ?How do I eat?I wonder if this(me being a butterfly) has anything to do with me trying to squish one with a broom yesturday.Maybe it was a magical butterfly, when do you ever get to almost squish magical butterfly  I'm so proud of myself... yeah right do really think I want to be stuck like this forever even though i am one good lookin bu.. tt.. er fly yeah i am! . My mom walks in the room and... she totally excepted me for who i am on the inside not on the outside... just kiddin she was tryin to hit me with her shoe ,but i know that deep deep down inside she is really showin her love .Being transformed stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-310846388691484897?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/310846388691484897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=310846388691484897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/310846388691484897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/310846388691484897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/10/transformed.html' title='Transformers bloggers in disguise! Transformed'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXKSDaihCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbcUxNHFqM0/s72-c/Blue_Butterfly_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-6887957261151449667</id><published>2008-10-26T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:00:40.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK3dDOCbxI/AAAAAAAAABs/LnSE1yPQsLg/s1600-h/asus-lamborghini-vx1-laptop%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK3dDOCbxI/AAAAAAAAABs/LnSE1yPQsLg/s320/asus-lamborghini-vx1-laptop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292494221822029586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quickly running home, adrenaline was bursting through my veins. I stopped in front of my building the laptop still in my grip. struggling to get my keys into the door... my breath becoming more at ease for a minute. I sneeked into my room undetected.Someone knocked on the door my heart started thumping faster the computer still in my grip paniking don't know what to do with it.Quickly I stuff in my pillow case.I say come in and my dad does and tells me what he has to say and then he leaves. I look back at the pillow case angry with myself,My heart was fighting with my brain. My heart was saying three things that was wrong with stealing.1)It is not right to take something that was not mine,2)The person whose looking for it might feel sad and hurt that they were stolen from and,3)The item might have cost that person alot of money and now that the item is gone their money is gone.My brain was saying why I stole the laptop in the first place.1)My family can't afford nice things like a computer so I took it.2)The person has so many computers one missing noone would notice one missing that is why i took it and,3)My family don't have enough money so took it so i could sell it and that is why i stloe it.I wanted to return it,but whatever is done is done no turning back idon't want o get in trouble. All i can say is ... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-6887957261151449667?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/6887957261151449667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=6887957261151449667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/6887957261151449667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/6887957261151449667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen-laptop.html' title='Stolen Laptop'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK3dDOCbxI/AAAAAAAAABs/LnSE1yPQsLg/s72-c/asus-lamborghini-vx1-laptop%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-1470354816885803462</id><published>2008-10-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:24:52.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK9FhNL9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q9kQGh70vQ0/s1600-h/KZ_cuke_farm_boys_work00w.118193722_std%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK9FhNL9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q9kQGh70vQ0/s320/KZ_cuke_farm_boys_work00w.118193722_std%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292500414624429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;it is very hard workin the farm in the hot sun.constant work, it makes my body cry i want to stop ,but i must help my family.The fumes from the chemicals make me verry sick.I feel bad for getin sick because i slow down the chance of my family getin money, i am horrible person.I don't go to school so please excuse my bad gramar i haven't been going to school alot so i am trying really hard to teach myself a little everyday, but it not enough.I really like school i learn something new each daye it keeps me wondering if i will ever return. All the work is keeping me from going to school.my family needs all of the help they can so i  stay and help even though i mised school.I don't get payed much i'm afraid that if i don't work my family won't have the money they need.I am 10 years old and have 1brother and one sister my parents believe in order for us to live the way we want we must work for it. they don't mean ane harm they don't no wat i want because we never have time to talk and they work so hard so me and my brothers and sisters can have the nice things we deserve. i wish we could go smoeplase els and start new. .my teacher helps me the best way she can so i can have the best life.I wish the struggle will go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-1470354816885803462?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/1470354816885803462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=1470354816885803462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1470354816885803462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/1470354816885803462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-labor-sad-isnt-it-tear.html' title='Child Farm Workers'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK9FhNL9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q9kQGh70vQ0/s72-c/KZ_cuke_farm_boys_work00w.118193722_std%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-5263174486984640798</id><published>2008-10-06T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:06:29.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK4wKWzYVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yCzv0zF2C_Y/s1600-h/donpooh%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK4wKWzYVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yCzv0zF2C_Y/s320/donpooh%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292495649666982226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up! be heard these are my words!let me break it down for ya. Some people think tattoos are ugly and some people think tattoos are cool. This is my blog so I'm going to give you both sides of the situation from my point of view. Many  people like tattoos because it makes them feel like their own person. Like for example people change their clothes a lot in one day so they can figure out their signature look the look that makes them feel alive or human. Now people with tattoos it doesn't matter how many times they change their clothes or people who make them change they still have that mark that represents them. Nobody can touch it, that is their property that is their heart their passion(I'm going a little bit over board ,but you get me right?And since they have different sizes of tattoos your passion dosen't have to be big you can have the smallest tattoo and still be able to call yourself your own person even though you are your own person already.But you send that person that same feeling so they know they can't change you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now the reason why you shouldn't get a tattoo is because they stick these little needles in your already beautiful skin leaving this permnant mark in your skin.You may  think that your skin is horrible,but in reality at least one person in the world would do anything to have the same skin you used to have.Also having tatoos may lead you to thinking that if tou got one small tattoo that it is ok to do other harmful things to yourself.Sometimes having tatoos cancel you out of good opportunities because of what people think more about what you look like than the person you are.Even if you do get those opportunies they might tell you to cover the tattoos,so what is the real point of getting them if know that the very thing that you love to do or want to do has no tolerance for tattoos you are stopping yourself from reaching your hopes dreams.Remeber you may not notice it,but you may be a role model to someone show them that The Great Power Of Choice Comes Great Wisdom And Responsibility To Make The Right Choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-5263174486984640798?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/5263174486984640798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=5263174486984640798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5263174486984640798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/5263174486984640798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-tattoos.html' title='Tattoos say what?'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK4wKWzYVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yCzv0zF2C_Y/s72-c/donpooh%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-2444833554201629899</id><published>2008-09-26T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:21:42.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT TALENTS ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8OxXB0oI/AAAAAAAAACM/roQF9j_FKWo/s1600-h/great_wall_1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8OxXB0oI/AAAAAAAAACM/roQF9j_FKWo/s320/great_wall_1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292499474067870338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8Oho3atI/AAAAAAAAACE/dyOwdj3oBtM/s1600-h/50004_British-Flag-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8Oho3atI/AAAAAAAAACE/dyOwdj3oBtM/s320/50004_British-Flag-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292499469847718610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8OvT0AAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XbXD08dw0-U/s1600-h/eiffel-tower-dusk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8OvT0AAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XbXD08dw0-U/s320/eiffel-tower-dusk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292499473517510658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!Heeeeyyyy yooouuu guys! I have multiple talents like singing,writing poems, bragging, annoying people (my specialty)...you know, normal things anybody could do.  BUT the talent I am improving on is being able to speak different accents:  French, British and some others I haven't quite figure out how to say them clearly.  So that is my talent yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Peace:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-2444833554201629899?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/2444833554201629899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=2444833554201629899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2444833554201629899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/2444833554201629899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-talents.html' title='GOT TALENTS ?'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</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/_25o2nglpO4k/SXK8OxXB0oI/AAAAAAAAACM/roQF9j_FKWo/s72-c/great_wall_1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602607269082557259.post-4287878765274130123</id><published>2008-09-22T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:15:06.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dcxd6ps5_1d2mcbpfg' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602607269082557259-4287878765274130123?l=trawlinson188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/feeds/4287878765274130123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6602607269082557259&amp;postID=4287878765274130123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/4287878765274130123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602607269082557259/posts/default/4287878765274130123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trawlinson188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Tinice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357569869247175280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
