<?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-4469959658970858275</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:15:53.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChinaDoll ♥ Official Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A wise wirl kisses, buh never loves, Listens, buh never believes, &amp;amp;`Leaves before she is left.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-3184850362438281739</id><published>2010-06-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:39:57.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile penalty ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-What information and images are OK to post? What’s not OK to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;images showing too much skin, or anything involving nudity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;llegal activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Have you ever posted something online that embarrassed you or got you into trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no, i never posted anything on line that would get me in trouble or make me embarrased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Is there any way to guarantee complete privacy when you post things online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;    there is no guarantee that your information would be safe, it might leek and people can search for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;-How might things you post online affect your future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;    if you get interviewed for a job, they might look on line afterwards and might find your information. it depends what you put on the internet even on websites like facebook and myspace. if they find something that they dont like they wont take you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-3184850362438281739?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/3184850362438281739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=3184850362438281739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3184850362438281739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3184850362438281739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/06/profile-penalty.html' title='Profile penalty ;'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-4506140213134252053</id><published>2010-05-26T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:06:11.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence/Noisee distraction tessst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;a ;  No, i Normally dnt Listen to music while studying or reading. Only sometimes. the reason why i dnt do it is because i dont think about Listening to music while doing something Like reading. i have a time where i read, and a time that i listen to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b ;  my score on the test was a 4 out of 5. i got like two questions wrong. no, the score did not surprise me because i kno i can read with music if i block out the noise and just focus on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ;  in the distraction test some music did distract me more then others. the music with words distracted me more because since im reading words i cant listen to words at the same time. im Listening to the words of the song, and i cant concentrate on both. the music with out words were soothing and helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d ;  if there were math problems on the distraction test i think i'd be less distracted b.c im not concentrating on words but math problems, unless theres numbers involved in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-4506140213134252053?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/4506140213134252053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=4506140213134252053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/4506140213134252053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/4506140213134252053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/05/silencenoisee-distraction-tessst.html' title='Silence/Noisee distraction tessst.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-5699234052636657380</id><published>2010-05-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:37:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MadLibss; An Odd AnimaL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="entry"&gt;Shnookumss&lt;/span&gt; is an animal that has &lt;span class="entry"&gt;auburn&lt;/span&gt; fur with &lt;span class="entry"&gt;cocky brown&lt;/span&gt; spots on its &lt;span class="entry"&gt;belly button holes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="entry"&gt;ear lobe&lt;/span&gt;. Its tail is shaped like a(n) &lt;span class="entry"&gt;sock&lt;/span&gt; which it uses to &lt;span class="entry"&gt;hump&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="entry"&gt;bags&lt;/span&gt;. An adult &lt;span class="entry"&gt;Shnookumss&lt;/span&gt; may weigh more than &lt;span class="entry"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; pounds and stand over &lt;span class="entry"&gt;192&lt;/span&gt; feet high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="entry"&gt;Shnookumss&lt;/span&gt; can be found only in &lt;span class="entry"&gt;russia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="entry"&gt;iraq&lt;/span&gt;. Although its favorite food is &lt;span class="entry"&gt;frog legs&lt;/span&gt;, it also likes to eat &lt;span class="entry"&gt;umbrellas&lt;/span&gt;. If you ever see a(n) &lt;span class="entry"&gt;Shnookumss&lt;/span&gt;, be sure not to ever sing “&lt;span class="entry"&gt;never ever&lt;/span&gt;.” That song makes it &lt;span class="entry"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, give it a few &lt;span class="entry"&gt;frog legs&lt;/span&gt; and be on your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-5699234052636657380?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/5699234052636657380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=5699234052636657380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5699234052636657380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5699234052636657380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/05/madlibss-odd-animal.html' title='MadLibss; An Odd AnimaL.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-5365880586835387467</id><published>2010-05-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:08:57.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOttLedd waterr,, part O1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S_Veez6vHKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjyGSarULI8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+12.10.03+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S_Veez6vHKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjyGSarULI8/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+12.10.03+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473384805564357794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O1. No, bottled water is not tastier and most def. not cleaner. they surveyed many people and they said that bottled water is not as tasty as tap water. they also tested the water to see if its cleaner then tap water or not, and it was dirtier. brands like Aquafina and Disani are 1/3 tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O2. bottles that carry the water are made of oil. when people throw out the bottles they are burned and it releases toxic fumes. if they are recycled they get send to countries like India and then they get made into plastics that cant be recycled and will just become waste; plastics such as cellophane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; we should all stop buying bottled water and drink tap water. carry a canister around filled with tap water instead of buying bottled water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-5365880586835387467?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/5365880586835387467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=5365880586835387467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5365880586835387467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5365880586835387467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/05/bottledd-waterr-part-o1.html' title='BOttLedd waterr,, part O1.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S_Veez6vHKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjyGSarULI8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+12.10.03+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-1861742497945601963</id><published>2010-04-14T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:12:37.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamee Addictionn part O2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S-LqVjeZBCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/st1DbLh9Lsc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+12.07.22+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S-LqVjeZBCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/st1DbLh9Lsc/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+12.07.22+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468190553602065442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fivve weys to kno that yur addicteddd tuu gamenqq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O1. Dnt showurr, eat, or sLeep.&lt;br /&gt;O2. ALL yew can think about iss PLayenqq.&lt;br /&gt;O3. If yew Act out the characterss to the gamee in real life.&lt;br /&gt;O4. if ALL yew doo iss sit in front of the gamee for hourss.&lt;br /&gt;O5. if your hair grows too Long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-1861742497945601963?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/1861742497945601963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=1861742497945601963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1861742497945601963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1861742497945601963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/04/gamee-addictionn-part-o2.html' title='Gamee Addictionn part O2'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S-LqVjeZBCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/st1DbLh9Lsc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+12.07.22+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2085800029295738255</id><published>2010-02-24T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:19:14.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamee addiicTionn. '_' Part onee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yesssshh.. game addiction is very possible because it can relieve stress. some have nuthinqq bettur tuh doo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;br /&gt;thaa treatment center;; they take awey thaa computer &amp;amp; games frum thaa ppL . thatss how they try makinqq them not addictedd eniimoree. untiL they can furget about thaa ggamess andd focus on othur thynqss moree important. they aLsoo make them doo owtdoor stuff andd exercizee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;br /&gt;in south korea them have a gaminqq center where alL thaa pcs arr. buh in america yew have tuh bye yur own too play. we dont have gaminq centerss where kidss can play aLL daii. we have Librarys withh computerss buh itss onLee 45 minss yew can stay on fur.  aLsoo wen where at home we get off thaa computer too eat andd do othur thynqss buh ovur there in southh korea they cud stay andd some of them dont eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2085800029295738255?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2085800029295738255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2085800029295738255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2085800029295738255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2085800029295738255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/02/gamee-addiictionn-part-onee.html' title='Gamee addiicTionn. &apos;_&apos; Part onee'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-8578032504669201555</id><published>2010-01-23T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:22:12.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BesTiieesss. :-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S2r_97AgGfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Lj2maD8H8LA/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S2r_97AgGfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Lj2maD8H8LA/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434437339652823538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;woow..that happenedd so quick. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaykay baybee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yew are one of thaa ppLss that'll alweys be in maa heart. at first i thought yew were mean buh i didnt give up tryinq to qet to kno yew. buh then i found out yew were thaa kewlest sumone cud be. i knu u cud count on yew frum that daii&gt;&gt;3.7.08&lt;&lt;,,iLyewx100000.. and id tell yew everythynqq that trubbledd me,no matter wuht it was. the times i wuz sad yew were sTiiLL there no matter how boredd yew gawt with me. iff eny thynqq happenedd to yew i wud cry andd ill bee depressedd for i dont kno how lonq. yew arr thaa onee that keeps me occupiedd durinqq skewl hours. and iLyew,, i knu that tha first daii i saw yew. it seemedd lykee i knu yew since for ever buh we onliee been together for almosee 3 yrs. stik with mee no matter wuht [: ...we happenedd to make great memoriess together andd thatss wuhts important..lets keep addinq these great memoriess. &gt;,&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Call me and ill cum visit yew no matter how far yew live,, a road to a frends housee is never far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yur another persiin that ill a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/TA04lb-CFjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1IsSMkGi26I/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-24+at+02.47+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/TA04lb-CFjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1IsSMkGi26I/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-24+at+02.47+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480098537394017842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lweys luv. i luv to holdd yuh arm thru hallways and i want yew to be with me erry moment. i gawt to kno yew and yur a rLLy great persiin. one whu cares about me andd alweyss askinqq if im okaii wen i havee a sad face on..by my sidee wen ever yur neededd even if thats every minute. yew made me laff and yew made memories for us to keep. i promisee to luv yew even when sumthynqq goess wronq between us and wich i doubt wiLL happen.i thynk about yew wen yur nawt a skewL. i Tell yew every thing that makess me feel 'blehh' and thatss becuz i kno yewll neva try to hurt me. i knu i luvedd yew since .......&gt;&gt;10.16.08&lt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SHAY babee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no one else can replace yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. iLL neva give up luvinq yew and neva wiLL regret eny thynq that came between us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juss call maa name andd iLL be there [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Marinaa Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i wont forget thaa gud tymess we had toqether. i kno we havent seen each other fur a Lonqq tymee buh dont wurry weLL keep in touch. yew ar thaa kindd of frend that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leavess foot printss on maa hart makinqq me never thaa same agen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i cud TeLL yew eny thynqq becuz i kno yew dont have a biq mouth. we had gud tymess aftur skewL hanqinqq owt. im gLad yew were there to keep me company whiLe waLkinqq home. yew Make me crak up wwith yur corny jokess andd thatss wuht i Luv about yew. I knu yew fur a Lonqq tyme andd yew have grown on me. yew make me for get about thaa trubbles i have andd turn my frowns into smiles. iLyew so much. thanx for beinqq there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;iLL alweys try to be there for you wenever yew need it. &lt;:) i dont kno wuht exact date we rLLy met becuz that wuz aLonq timee ago so that duznt matter much,,thaa important thynq is that we've met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaa,, ohh yew make me laff. yew are thaa frend that has my bak wenever i need it. yew are thaa one that lightss up maa daii if im sad. yur thaa one whu hugss me for no reason juss becuz yew luv me. yur a frend i wud nevur wannuh losee alsoo. yew Hold sumthynq that no other has... thatss wy yew arr one of these very important peopLe.iLyew soo much becuz of aLot of reasonss.. yew aLweys make me happy..=D.. yessh andd i did have to repeat that agenim so gLad we becamee frendss,, that we have this reLation ship&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexciee! [michiie] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i kno that yur onee of thee greatest thynqs that happenedd to me. i wud luv to be frends to thaa very end. we aLsoo dun have thaa date that we met becuz i cudnt remember buh yew are sTiiLL a very important persiin. yew show me aLoT of Love andd thanxx for showinqq me that yew luv me andd makinqq me feeL Lykee im one of thaa best thynq that happenedd to yew Too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohh micheLLe yew hold thaa key to happiness..at LeasT to my hart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Yew guys are thaa best..yew guys arr thaa very important ppLss in maa Lyfee andd yew frendss arr thaa oneess whu make my daii run thaa smoothest as can be. im TeLLinqq yew'ss that thiss is thaa besT thynqq that evur happenedd to me. eny of yew can makee me sad by juss TeLLinqq me im nawt a gud enuff frend, or if eny thynqq bad cumss between eny of us that can makee mee rLLy hurt. im thaa happiest persiin ive proLLy evur been aLL becuz of thaa simpLe thynqq of yew guyss beinqq with mee. andd i dun nevur evur evur nevur wannuh losee eny of my besTiiess..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaykay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SHay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marinaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, andd &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MicheLLe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;..&gt;*this is in no particularr ordur*&lt;..&lt;/span&gt;Thankss fur beinqq there durrinqq aLL thesee yearss..iLyahh andd i cantt show how much..even infinitee cantt even show it. Mwuahhs.. O: :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-8578032504669201555?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/8578032504669201555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=8578032504669201555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/8578032504669201555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/8578032504669201555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/01/bestiieesss.html' title='BesTiieesss. 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-5789299751990745638</id><published>2010-01-16T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:22:10.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaa last goodbyee [suicidee] ]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wuz a mistake wuznt i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wuz leff to get beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and left to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my heart broken and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now iLl be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no worrys i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it wont be lonq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mammii i thought onlee objectss hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when to be thrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i found owt mammii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wurdss hurt too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people laffed at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teased me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now itll be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im hanginqq on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a meek thin vine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its about time now iLL go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sumone cut thaa vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;or iLL juss Let goo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;..........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-5789299751990745638?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/5789299751990745638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=5789299751990745638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5789299751990745638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5789299751990745638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/01/thaa-last-goodbyee-suicidee.html' title='Thaa last goodbyee [suicidee] ]:'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-5348063345250897716</id><published>2010-01-13T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:52:58.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DirTyy waTerr... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S04g3Tkkw7I/AAAAAAAAADI/gvqf3OHXpj4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426310735546598322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S04g3Tkkw7I/AAAAAAAAADI/gvqf3OHXpj4/s320/Picture+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)In many third wurld countryss, water getss contaminated and is not safe to drink. It gets contaminated because they dont have a system where feices dont get into the water. so when the humans excretes the poop water goes into the stream that they get their water from. when they go and fetch water their pickinqq up the contaminated water and they drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)many get sick from this. one way is that they get thousands of bacteria and viruses in their body and thatss how they suffer and die. children also get dehydration from getting diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Theres clay filters. its a pot that has a metal coated all over it that kills bacteria. this is one invention. Another one is the life straw. this straw is likee a regular straw. but as you sip it has to different filters that cleans out all viruses and bacteria. One is the slingshot. it evaporatess all the water and leaves all the bad stuff behind. well these are some of the inventions and we can all help by donating a penny a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)They dont have these sanitation inventions because they are poor unlike the u.s. we have alot of money and third world countries dont so they cant afford any inventions to make their water clean. we can also help these people by donating and supporting them. you also shud save water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-5348063345250897716?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/5348063345250897716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=5348063345250897716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5348063345250897716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5348063345250897716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-many-third-wurld-countryss-water.html' title='DirTyy waTerr... :P'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/S04g3Tkkw7I/AAAAAAAAADI/gvqf3OHXpj4/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-6217278962340075599</id><published>2010-01-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:39:51.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wuht if tuhdaii wuz maa last daii?..</title><content type='html'>iLL do every thing i never donee with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;run around nakeddd or just maybe in my underwear. [ehh proLLy nawt.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;give a bumm all my money andd then sLap hym. then take sum bak incasee xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;geT aLL thaa peircings that i want. [noo tatoos xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drivee a car arownd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sTeeL sTuff frum thaa store. and geT everythynq that i want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;squeeze my bro&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ther &lt;/span&gt;and TeLL hym i luv hym even if im nawT rLLy shuree if thatss tru rii now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kiss every one that i acTuaLLy Lykee as a persiin..[nawt eny of thaa aduLTss tho. LOLss]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go to paThmark andd eaT every ice cream fLavor i never Triedd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do Kart wheeLss in thaa sTreeTss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;go to sheLTerss and Let aLL thaa animaLss free[dogss, catss,, birdss.etc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Run across thaa top of ocean..[pshh yeaa riitee Lykee thatss possiblee,,weLL watchh imaa do it]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hug a Tree andd Takee pikChuress..then post it aLL over thaa inTerneT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Write on tha waLLs insidee of buiLdinqqss sayinqq that *BRiiANNA wuz HeRE* and othur stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fly a plane and then jump owt of it..of coursee with no parachutee duhh.[doinqq this with maa baybee shay..and we Livee!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dOnaTe sperm!..ahaaa thatss wuht iLL doo..[naah i dun gawT that sTuff]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go to hawwaii andd dancee with them..with their cocunut bras and grass skirtss..yeaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ridee a Llamma..and a donkey and a horsee and a chicken. and a bunnee. and a Liger. and a wolf. teehee [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yupp thiss iss sum thynqqss that iLL do..buh iLL do moree thynqss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Remembuhh aLL these thynqss imaa do with maa famiLy and friendss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MosT imporTanLy iLL TeLL maa Baybee sheiLANA..that i luv hur andd that'LL bee furevuhh.&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ANd iLL teLL everyonee that i luv them..Lykee mammii and aLL of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Signinqq off...Kirbyy2Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-6217278962340075599?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/6217278962340075599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=6217278962340075599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6217278962340075599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6217278962340075599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2010/01/wuht-if-tuhdaii-wuz-maa-last-daiitearss.html' title='wuht if tuhdaii wuz maa last daii?..'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-1449505648988895896</id><published>2009-12-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:09:04.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveeAttFirsstSitee..&lt;&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SybEpE3DdvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1ojkDbfbo0/s1600-h/Love+at+first+sight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415231811917936370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SybEpE3DdvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1ojkDbfbo0/s320/Love+at+first+sight.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Love at first sight may be impossible. you cant juss look at someone and so ohh thatss tha person who im gunna marry and be for real. love at first sight is impossible because you have to kno something about them and their back ground before you kno thatss thaa right person. you can look at some and think theyre pretty or hansome buh never fall in love with them the first time you see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     i understand if you know a little bit about them and you likee the way it looks so far and you  guess that the rest of there personality will be fit for you and then see how it works out..buh other then that its impossiblee..unless some other explaination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-1449505648988895896?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/1449505648988895896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=1449505648988895896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1449505648988895896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1449505648988895896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/loveeattfirsstsitee3.html' title='LoveeAttFirsstSitee..&lt;&lt;3'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SybEpE3DdvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1ojkDbfbo0/s72-c/Love+at+first+sight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-6968895604907265301</id><published>2009-12-14T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:45:25.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WateRr Lifee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyaVhCNDnvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-kEktkYJUDM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyaVhCNDnvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-kEktkYJUDM/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415179996719455986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i didnt know about waterss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What an estuary is..its a form of a water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oak trees live on up land and not mudflatss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eel grass grows in mud flat and channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The water life game taught you about how the water is polluting the estuarys and that the animals are dieing because of us. we are polluting the water and the animals cant find the foods they need to survive. Yes it taught me a lot of things and its a good lesson. it teaches you alot about the pollution we put into the water adn how we could help it. what they could've done better is make it more graphic. it looked so unreal. when the people were fighting the oil blob they would hit the ground and it would hurt the blob. how could the blob get hurt if they werent even attacking him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-6968895604907265301?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/6968895604907265301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=6968895604907265301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6968895604907265301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6968895604907265301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/waterr-lifee.html' title='WateRr Lifee'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyaVhCNDnvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-kEktkYJUDM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-6953507624308404341</id><published>2009-12-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:17:56.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyEtJUhzGpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1D9aQf4ozP0/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyEtJUhzGpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1D9aQf4ozP0/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657865228589714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This HIV game is about making decisions and seeing if you picked the right choice. About if your mature enough and trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i went to the party thing that he invited me to. then he asked me if i wanted to be his date for the evening. he went in for a kiss and i rejected it. thats why i didnt get HIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is important because teens learn how to make these decisions in reality. if they choose the wrong choice in the game you can make the right one in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-6953507624308404341?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/6953507624308404341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=6953507624308404341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6953507624308404341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6953507624308404341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiv-test.html' title='HIV test.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SyEtJUhzGpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1D9aQf4ozP0/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2695448848850126189</id><published>2009-12-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:43:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An abusive relationship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_9z52jRYI/AAAAAAAAACU/RsqDHCg6kJ4/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_9z52jRYI/AAAAAAAAACU/RsqDHCg6kJ4/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413324345267406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and edward are in an abusive relationship. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so because he always watches over her and doesnt let her talk to jacob. he hurt her a couple of times. he doesnt want her communicating with others. he threatens to kill himself in order for her not to do a specific thing. even tho some of these things are to protect her its still abusive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2695448848850126189?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2695448848850126189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2695448848850126189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2695448848850126189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2695448848850126189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/abusive-relationship.html' title='An abusive relationship!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_9z52jRYI/AAAAAAAAACU/RsqDHCg6kJ4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-6313105125308565924</id><published>2009-12-09T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:30:55.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Easierr to Desrtoyy than to Build...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_64u7cXPI/AAAAAAAAACM/FNn14kSDQro/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_64u7cXPI/AAAAAAAAACM/FNn14kSDQro/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413321129699597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meanss exactly what it says. It takes more effort to build something than to take it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen this happening on construction sights. when they take something down it takes about a day and when they try building something new, it take monthss. and also when some one breaks a window in school they do it in seconds. but when they need to repair it, it takes some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its important to fight against it because once you destroy something all that waste goes into the garbage which goes into the sanitation grounds. this is bad because our trash pile is growing bigger and bigger. it also takes time and money to replace things. if you destroy something than some one else shoudnt have the responsibilities to fix you mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-6313105125308565924?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/6313105125308565924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=6313105125308565924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6313105125308565924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/6313105125308565924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-easierr-to-desrtoyy-than-to-build.html' title='Its Easierr to Desrtoyy than to Build...'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx_64u7cXPI/AAAAAAAAACM/FNn14kSDQro/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2080477901596141770</id><published>2009-12-07T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:09:45.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found an Alienn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx1XC_GlpuI/AAAAAAAAACE/2T7cRKig8K4/s1600-h/brianna+alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx1XC_GlpuI/AAAAAAAAACE/2T7cRKig8K4/s320/brianna+alien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412578035979626210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alien: Hello Earthling.  Thank you for conversing with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: Hi ms/mr alien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien:  May I ask you a few questions?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You:  Ofcourse!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien: I have never been to earth before, can you tell me a little bit about it?  What are some beautiful and interesting places I should visit?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: Times square, statue of liberty, museums, to the movies and all these other events and places. we eat food and play sport. we swim, play football. we do all these other things that you dont need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You:  What is &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; planet like?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien: We have acid on our planet and that is what we consume to make our stomachs satisfied. we sleep upside down on our hands. if you harm us or pierce our skin black stuff comes out and they eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien:  You humans seem like you’re very angry with eachother.  I watched people walk down the street and most people didn’t even look at eachother!  Why is that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: we mind our own business i guess unlike you guys. we have our own lives and it not called being angry. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You:  What’s it like on your planet when you walk around?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien: we hug each and every person that we see. then we punch them in their face. thats how we greet people. there very little people on our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien:  Why does your home country go to war with other countries?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: because we fight for what our country wants even if its not necessary. they like violence i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien:  It seems to me that what you call “marshmallows” are the best thing to eat on your planet.  Why do you not eat these every day?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: naah theyre not the best thing on our planet theyre not all that god. we dont eat them every day because its a 'treat' and is not eaten every day. we have other foods and they taste better then that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You:  What do you eat on your planet?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien: i told you acid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alien:  It seems to me that you do not treat earth very well.  I see people throwing their trash on the ground, cutting down forests, and burning dirty coal to make electricity.  Why do humans not care about earth? Is anyone doing anything about it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You: i dont know why we dont care. i care. they dont think that the earth is going down because all this that theyre doing. some people that care grow trees and clean up the environment a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2080477901596141770?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2080477901596141770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2080477901596141770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2080477901596141770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2080477901596141770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-i-found-alienn.html' title='i found an Alienn!!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Sx1XC_GlpuI/AAAAAAAAACE/2T7cRKig8K4/s72-c/brianna+alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2643910381311897402</id><published>2009-11-16T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:44:46.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( :O :P :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SwGreAy3erI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p8528wa7UgA/s1600/2806418453_1c50ccd066_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SwGreAy3erI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p8528wa7UgA/s320/2806418453_1c50ccd066_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404789559919082162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever stole the laptop is POOR! :P..yur greedy and dont think about the school. the school doesnt have much money to buy another laptop. they use it for other things like books and school supplies. having laptops is a privelege and is apart of our learning environment. it effects us because whuevers computer you stole they would have to make a new one so they can do their work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2643910381311897402?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2643910381311897402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2643910381311897402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2643910381311897402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2643910381311897402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-p-s.html' title=':( :O :P :S'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SwGreAy3erI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p8528wa7UgA/s72-c/2806418453_1c50ccd066_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-4563852706392900702</id><published>2009-11-12T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:09:49.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwh! CLOwnss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SvxBCrfsPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYJsPtsdVWM/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SvxBCrfsPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYJsPtsdVWM/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403265167228943410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared of&lt;br /&gt; -clowns&gt;because they are ugly and creepy. if one stalked me i would cry.&lt;br /&gt; -im scared of being in tight spaces. i am claustrophobic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-4563852706392900702?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/4563852706392900702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=4563852706392900702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/4563852706392900702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/4563852706392900702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/11/ewwh-clownss.html' title='Ewwh! CLOwnss'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SvxBCrfsPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYJsPtsdVWM/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2607613026127633883</id><published>2009-11-09T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:23:02.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swanss;; =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/Svhx17CV1TI/AAAAAAAAABk/uZELjFFnQP4/s1600-h/brianna+pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/2273120153_e45587af76.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just finished watching a movie about robots. the difference between a humanoid and an android is that humanoids have the acts of a human but they do not look like humans. an android is also a bot but looks a lot like a human and acts a lot like one also. they also mentioned the uncanny valley. this is a term that a Japanese robotisist named Masahiro Mori made. it means when a robot looks too human and acts to human, then it "backs fire" on you. a lot of characteristics and things that humans possess robots cannot do such as change the way they walked because a robot is programed to walk a certain way and out of nowhere they cant mimick the person thats walking in front of them. they cant change anything about them because they are programed to act a certain way. but humans they can act the way they want towards someone and robots cant. say if a person doesnt like some they could ignore them and say bad things to them but if that person changes it can forgive. but robots cant do that....a lot of other humans do robots cant. robots cant love like humans do...i dont think that they have true feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-3161802333612107687?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/3161802333612107687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=3161802333612107687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3161802333612107687'/><link rel='self' 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nervous and she didn't want 2 go but it was the only time she can redeem herself, to show she wasn't a punk/dork. she didn't want to be teased by these popular girls and stared at weirdly by the boys. she wanted to be one of the girls that are stared at by everyone and even make people double take.&lt;br /&gt;she was getting ready and had already bought a dress because she had no other nice clothes to wear to the dance. the dress is short and kinda hooch-ish, about 6 inches above her knees. she curled her hair and then put it in a pony tail. she took her moms make up and made up her face. mascarra, eyeliner, face powder, lip stick and blush. her mom wasnt home and already gave her permission to go because she knew her daughter is a goodie goodie and would behave responsibly. she was to be home at 9:00 sharp. she was in the bathroom looking at hurself in the mirror lookin for the final touches that would make a different person then she already is. she took off her glasses and in her mind said 'ahh...dats betta'. now she couldnt see anything and decided 2 take it off when she got there.&lt;br /&gt;she was ready to leave but the final touch was her shoes... the shoes she bought with her moms credit card for $256. it was an open toe with diamonds shaped as a crown on top of the shoes but the thing was that it was on sale. the pair of shoes was suppose to be $400 and some. she slip it on with a 4 inch heel on it. she now was ready. slipped on her sweater and walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was dancing and then stopped. she came on the dance floor and everyone was surprised but also didnt know who that girl is. they just stopped and stared..it was quiet. she just looked around and shrugged. the boys went up to her and wanted to dance with her and she accepted it. the girls were jealous got paid no mind. she was dancing drinking soda and having the time of her life. she thought she would never have this opportunity ever again. so she had to make the best out of it. A girl spilled the juice in the area she was dancing in smirking as she did. then she went back to her group and they watched as she was making her way to the spill. she slipped and fell on her butt. she had a tear come out and all the girls said mean things out lhe noddeoud. the guy shes dancing with stared at her and led a hand out to help her. the popular girls were surprised and mad. her eye liner and masscarra smudged. she reached for his hand and got up. he led her to the bathroom and waited for her to come out. she washed her make up and took off her fake eyelashes. she was sniffling and couldnt help but to cry. she thought it would be worth coming here and she spend all that money for no reason. she was about to throw away the fake eyelashes but he peeked in the bathroom to see if she was done washing her face and he said not to throw them away and give it to him. so she gave it to him. he took a glance at her and touched her face. she didnt have any make up on anymore and he was surprised of how pretty she looks without it. he put the lashes in his pocket and grabbed her arm. he walked outside with still grabbing her arm and she asked where he was going. he said that hes gunna take her home. she ddnt know what to say so she nodded. her hair was still messed up and she was trying to hide her face but that ddnt get in the way on him lookin at her. she hopped in the passenger seat as he opened the door. she nodded again as to say thank you. he closed the door and went in the driver's seat. he started to drive. he knew the neighborhood she lives in so he didnt ask where she lives although he didnt know what apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she got home her mother was there sitting on the couch waiting for her to come home. it was quiet and she didnt make much noise. she sat next to her mom and she didnt say a word but just hug her...she hugged back. she took off everyhting such as her uncomfortable shoes, her dress, jewelry, etc. she got in her pj's and kissed her mom good night as if theres nothing to discuss. she got ready for bed and layed there thinking about the night she just had. she smiled and closed her eyes. she fell asleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke up at 7 o'clock. she didnt really care what she wore but cared that it was desent. she wore jeans, flats, and a plain shirt but it had a cut that made it cute. she wore her hair in a ponytail. she went out the door with her book bag feeling good about the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she got to school she saw him and she didnt wanna say 'hi'. he saw her and waved and she smiled back. she knew that night would change everything and that also depended on the eyelashes she chose and that was the right one. =D&lt;br /&gt;                                                   THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-8225612782230502051?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/8225612782230502051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=8225612782230502051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/8225612782230502051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/8225612782230502051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/02/eyelashes.html' title='EyeLasHeS'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-5226144830978253861</id><published>2009-01-07T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:39:09.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreamm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2099/2231213430_bea810765a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 442px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2099/2231213430_bea810765a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 nite i went 2 sleep and I had a dream...then he next dream came then the next....i couldnt remember these past dreams buh this other dream came up and this is 1 i remember.&lt;br /&gt;it all happened wen i was struggling 2 run away from these 2 creeps,1 was taller then the other.it was really dark, about 8 o'clock. the creepy poeple looked old and wrinkly. i seemed terrified. in this is dream i couldnt run sumhow so i grabed on 2 the gate that was next 2 me 2 help me go faster. i used all my strength 2 pull my self away from the stangers but couldnt move. i cried for help but noeone came. it felt like i was running really slow but the guys surprisingly didnt catch me yet. well they were pretty slow. i cried for help once more and then thats when the strangers caught me. rite when they caught me a group of people popped up. in that group there was marina, brian, selena, celine, jerrine, katrina, and thats about it. i saw them and i got really excited. i reached my hand out so they can pull me out of this mess. first brian pulled my hand then marina grabbed on 2 him then jerrine grabbed on 2 her then selena grabbed on 2 her then celine grabbed on 2 her then katrina grabbed her and they all pulled. they pulled my hand so hard that we all fell. the creeps werent holding on any more and they were also on the floor. the strangers got up and started laughing. i was wondering why they were laughing. then they put all their fingers under their chin and peeled off sumthing...it was a mask. the taller person was danny carrasco and the shorter person was Ronny!! i was surprised and mad that they would do that and it was late at night and dark.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and said "wow!"&lt;br /&gt;I decoded my dream and it means &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"to see people you know in your dream, signifies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;qualities and feelings of those people that you desire for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To see people you don't know in your dream, denotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;hidden aspects of yourself that you need to confront."&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;now this is what my dream might mean...im not sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-5226144830978253861?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/5226144830978253861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=5226144830978253861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5226144830978253861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/5226144830978253861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dream.html' title='My Dreamm..'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2099/2231213430_bea810765a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-7337504137637689084</id><published>2008-12-17T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:38:51.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POoR PUPpies (stupid petland)</title><content type='html'>Dear petland,&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a video that someone took of you guys selling puppies that come from puppy mills. Do you know this is cruel and that your supporting it. this is not something that is okay. please stop because you dont know how these puppies are feeling and theyre feeling terrible. puppies are dyeing from starvation and you dont even notice that your supporting this. if you want to sell puppies please get them from a better place that don't give these animals a dreadful home. Theres more!;these animals are put in a very small cages and theres more than five in one!!!! If you have no idea where to get puppies from a better place look it up or ask another pet store like petco .Because of buying dogs from puppy mills lots of dogs from shelters are getting killed or put to sleep because they have too much pets and dont have enough room for pets that come from the streets. If everybody knew about this then you guy would'nt be here because a lot of people will disagree with what your doing;people will either sue you or you'll run out of bussiness because they know your bad guysz. So either stop buying puppies from puppy mills or everybody finding out and do something to make it STOP! so just WARNING you. PLEASE stop! :)! ;0 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, btan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-7337504137637689084?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/7337504137637689084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=7337504137637689084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7337504137637689084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7337504137637689084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-puppies-stupid-petland.html' title='POoR PUPpies (stupid petland)'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-7374727622958724871</id><published>2008-12-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:32:56.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>animaL Abuse...or juss EVIL :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3414948520_c763c73009_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 291px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3414948520_c763c73009_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal cruelty is when people neglect or abuse their pets. such as not feeding them, not giving them the shelter they need, not giving them luv, hitting them, using them to gamble(dog fights)etc. this happens 2 mostly dogs. dogs(pit bulls) r usually 1s who are used 4 dog fights. pit bulls r very strong. i think that out of all dogs they have the strongest jaw. well anyways animal cruelty is da definition of EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you sumthing bout dog fighting. dogs are trained to fight and be viciuos. when da EVIL trainers diink thhat da dogs are ready to fight dey put them in a fighting rink and bet that dere dog is gonna win. whoevers dog dies they lose. the dog that wins is still severly injered from the other dog that has died. if dere r big wounds they take a stapler and staple dere skin 2gether(dey dun even bring dem to da vet). and wile da dog is dun fighting the other dog(killing it) sumtimes da dogs has to strong of a grip dey hav 2 use sum hard thing to open dere jaw. dats how strong dey r. only the male dogs fight. da females r used 2 breed more dogs 2 fight. DIs jus makes me sad writing about it. and if you want 2 know where i got this information from i got it from animal planet and some from mr lahana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-7374727622958724871?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/7374727622958724871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=7374727622958724871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7374727622958724871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7374727622958724871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-abus3e.html' title='animaL Abuse...or juss EVIL :('/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3414948520_c763c73009_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-3976392469870766176</id><published>2008-11-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:08:44.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 5 senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/96608743_5dcb8bbfb3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/96608743_5dcb8bbfb3_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to lose a sense I would pick either smell or touch. I cant choose one or the other because both don't really matter as much as the other senses. I cant pick taste to lose because I love food and I'll miss out on every good foods. I can't pick sight to lose because I like to see the city sights and pretty lights. I also like to watch t.v. and other stuff so I would never pick sight to lose. I would not pick hearing because when I play video games I always have to have the sound up or it bothers me and also when I'm watching t.v. I can't watch without noise or else I don't know whats going on;its like watching a show in a different language. Well thinking about it I would rather have smell. If I didnt have smell I cant smell the fresh smell of cooking or perfume. but the good thing about not having smell is if you have a boyfriend that stinks you won't be able to smell him so you won't have anything bad to say about him when others disagree. for the most part of it I rather have smell than touch. Touch is not really that important than the rest because think about it... well it depends if you can feel pain or not. if you can feel pain then I rather not have touch. if you can feel pain then then mine as well pick smell to not have. I dont know which one I rather not have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-3976392469870766176?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/3976392469870766176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=3976392469870766176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3976392469870766176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3976392469870766176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-5-senses.html' title='MY 5 senses'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/96608743_5dcb8bbfb3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-3728568669013574401</id><published>2008-11-07T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:01:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes... ObaMa Has WON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3004157357_17ccbbfdc5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 419px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3004157357_17ccbbfdc5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy that obama won. I was hoping that he would win and if he didn't I would be really dissapointed. This means a lot to me because he is the first african american president and that is really important because from many years ago  colored people coundn't do a lot of things that cocassion (white) could do. This is the really important and is a big and great change for us. A lot of people in this world are racist and we finally have a black president. People need to get over the fact that we have different color skin. the world is always going be made of different people. well anyways I think that he will be a really great president. I think that he'll help the poor, bring taxes down and much more other stuff that I might not understand. good luck obama!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4469959658970858275-3728568669013574401?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/3728568669013574401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=3728568669013574401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3728568669013574401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3728568669013574401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-obama-has-won.html' title='Yes... ObaMa Has WON!!!!!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-1582936601560592080</id><published>2008-11-07T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:56:30.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End child labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SRSPQd629fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/80jAB4OMhpU/s1600-h/child-labor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SRSPQd629fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/80jAB4OMhpU/s320/child-labor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265991377375131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-1582936601560592080?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/1582936601560592080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=1582936601560592080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1582936601560592080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1582936601560592080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-child-labor.html' title='End child labor'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHKpkPNGiEo/SRSPQd629fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/80jAB4OMhpU/s72-c/child-labor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2330998574591856834</id><published>2008-10-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:55:26.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAtOos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/2495489124_c565b8219e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/2495489124_c565b8219e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I think tattoos are bad for your body because when they put the tattoo on it inserts a lot of ink and the ink goes in your body. you can get ink poisoning from this. another bad thing is that when you get old your skin might get all wrinkly and the tattoo might get really saggy. when the tattoo gets really saggy it won't look the same as it did when you were younger. another thing that is bad about getting a tattoo is that if you don't want that tattoo anymore you can take it of but it will leave a huge scar. it will look as ugly as a really saggy tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;A "good" reason is that you'll have a pretty design on your body. It'll look "cool". basically there is no other reason why getting a tattoo is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2330998574591856834?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2330998574591856834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2330998574591856834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2330998574591856834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2330998574591856834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/10/tatoos.html' title='TAtOos'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/2495489124_c565b8219e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-1580763202928715046</id><published>2008-10-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:50:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Droppin out of sK3wl to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1361/534639003_4dfd4bfa25.jpg?v=1181270097"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1361/534639003_4dfd4bfa25.jpg?v=1181270097" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a video about teenagers dropping out because they have to go up north to pick veges and work to earn money. They drop out because they come back to school late after working and they have a lot of work to catch up on so they get frustrated. when they get frustrated they think it's too moch work so they don't want to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;A program MET helps them catch up on their education so they can graduate and live a good life. they pay the teenagers minimum wage for studying because their not working so they can't earn the money they need. Instead of working they study so thats why they pay them. They go to the met program to learn what they missed "when going to school".&lt;br /&gt;If I were to say something to a grocery food owner about where their food comes from I would say that kids are the ones who produce their food and to care for how much food they're buying so that the kids won't have to work so much. I would explain about the teenagers education and how they're missing out on their education. I want them to know that they can buy their food from some other source that doesn't use child labor and doesn't make them work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-1580763202928715046?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/1580763202928715046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=1580763202928715046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1580763202928715046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/1580763202928715046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/10/droppin-out-of-skool-to-work.html' title='Droppin out of sK3wl to work'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-7590996455409593822</id><published>2008-10-08T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:31:30.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I got to do 4 a Livinqq.."/</title><content type='html'>Hi I am a farmer and I work 12 hours everyday of the week. Each hour of torture I only get $2 dollars to support my family. I have to keep on picking crops and planting them. I almost cry every single day over the fact that I can't earn enough money a day to put food on the table. my parents always tell me about their childhood and how sad it was to live that way. well anyways I have to go home and just be proud of what I have. My days are always like this until I have enough money to survive, which is never! I can't even get an education because I hardly go to school and even if I do I miss out on a lot. I have no freinds only the workers that work with me and it doesn't really matter if I have freinds or not because all we do is work. I worry sometimes because I can get seriously hurt and I'm afraid that we can't afford that. If I can have anybody elses life I would have the best future I can imagine. I would go to school, be a child, have fun, get a great education but I have no choice I have to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-7590996455409593822?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/7590996455409593822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=7590996455409593822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7590996455409593822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/7590996455409593822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-i-gotz-to-do-4-livin.html' title='What I got to do 4 a Livinqq..&quot;/'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-2045984797202679401</id><published>2008-09-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:44:59.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I wErE the kIDs lABOrinG in AFRicA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/76336090_a1c83b4ee9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/76336090_a1c83b4ee9_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/btan188/Desktop/76336090_a1c83b4ee9_m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/btan188/Desktop/76336090_a1c83b4ee9_m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy in africa working in a gold mine. I have no freedom at all. This is really              hurts me because I don't get to live a normal life. Each and everyday I have to work and can't even get enough money to support my family. I can never look foward to anything fun to do. I would like to have friends but I can't make any because of the ridiculous amount of work we have do. I rather go to school because its not dangerous. When we work we use mercury which is a chemical that attracts gold. this chemical hurts my hands and I'm scared I might get disabilaties like mental retardation, blindness, loss of hearing, or any other problems. from carrying heavy objects I get wounds that don't really heal because I work the next day. I wish I can live a life as a normal child. I don't think happiness will ever come to me. I'll spend all these days with working and never having a chance to live a happy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469959658970858275-2045984797202679401?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/2045984797202679401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=2045984797202679401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2045984797202679401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/2045984797202679401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-were-kids-laboring-in-africa.html' title='If I wErE the kIDs lABOrinG in AFRicA'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/76336090_a1c83b4ee9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469959658970858275.post-3978141554128543635</id><published>2008-09-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:17:07.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Summer Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dvmx6fq_0v8zktzg5' 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/4469959658970858275-3978141554128543635?l=btan188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/feeds/3978141554128543635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469959658970858275&amp;postID=3978141554128543635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3978141554128543635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469959658970858275/posts/default/3978141554128543635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btan188.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-summer-ever.html' title='The Worst Summer Ever'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077047988933463606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GtfFxfFYb0/TVymIjqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rubnm36JS84/s220/snapshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
