<?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-2437354772447489395</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:38:33.412-07:00</updated><category term='Entry to blog'/><title type='text'>Life from my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-5883693054427272471</id><published>2009-05-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:08:03.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;       Can u find the B(there are 2B's)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;       RRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;       RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;       RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;       RRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;       RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once youve found the b&gt;&gt;&gt;       Find the 1&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1III&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;       IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&gt;&gt;&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you found the 1..............&gt;&gt;&gt;       Find the 6&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999699999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;       9999999999999999999999999999999999&gt;&gt;&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once youve found the 6...&gt;&gt;&gt;       Find the N (it's hard!!)&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMNMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;       MMMMMMMMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once you've found the N...&gt;&gt;&gt;       Find the Q...&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;       OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='test'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-2834810412341765433</id><published>2009-05-23T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:59:12.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for Pisey Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always be there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if someone jumps you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll jump them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if someone robs you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll rob them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if someone hurt you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll knock them out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're on drugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll make you stop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you jumped off a bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be there to catch you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're kicked out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll take you in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the world comes crashin' down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be there standin' right next to ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After what happens, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm always gonna be there for ya......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-2834810412341765433?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2834810412341765433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=2834810412341765433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2834810412341765433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2834810412341765433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-pisey-sun.html' title='for Pisey Sun'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-2380232054635285910</id><published>2009-05-23T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:55:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had to post this for the world to see</title><content type='html'>This a poem being sent from a Marine to his Dad. For those who take the time to read it, you'll see a letter from him to his Dad at the bottom. It makes you truly thankful for not only the Marines, but ALL of our troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE MARINE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all came together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both young and old To fight for our freedom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stand and be bold.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all evil, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We stand our ground, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we protect our country From all terror around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace and not war, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what some people say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll give my life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you can live the American way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you the right To talk of your peace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stand in your groups, and protest in our streets.&lt;br /&gt;But still I fight on, I don't bitch, I don't whine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just one of the people Who is doing your time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm harder than nails, Stronger than any machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm the immortal soldier, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a U.S. MARINE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So stand in my shoes, And leave from your home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight for the people who hate you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the protests they've shown. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight for the stranger, Fight for the young. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they all may have, The greatest freedom you've won .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight for the sick, Fight for the poor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight for the cripple, Who lives next door.&lt;br /&gt;But when your time comes, Do what I've done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if you stand up for freedom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll stand when the fight's done .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF March 23 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Dad, Do me a favor and label this "The Marine" and send it to everybody on your email list. Even leave this letter in it. I want this rolling all over the US; I want every home reading it. Every eye seeing it. And every heart to feel it. So can you please send this for me? I would but my email time isn't that long and I don't have much time anyway. You know what Dad? I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK said in His inaugural speech. "When the time comes to lay down my life for my country, I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it." Well, now I know. And I do. Dad, I welcome the opportunity to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beaut iful wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too. Aaron Please let this marine (and all our military) know we care by passi ng his poem onto your friends even if you don't usually take time to forward mail... do it this time! Thanks, FREEDOM isn't FREE someone pays for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-2380232054635285910?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2380232054635285910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=2380232054635285910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2380232054635285910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2380232054635285910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-to-post-this-for-world-to-see.html' title='i had to post this for the world to see'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-585694736854830729</id><published>2009-05-23T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:46:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i found this interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Read it if you have the time =) It'll be worth it at the end. &amp;amp; btw, I didnt write this. I got it from my email. Just thought I'll go ahead and share it with everyone. Spread the word =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; What you're about to read is based on hundreds of interviews, surveys, books, and statistics I've assembled over the last few years. This might piss a lot of you off. Why? Because a lot of you think you know what love is. Well folks, I'm here to challenge that assumption. So get your hate mail ready! And make sure you read everything! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Most women (even the most beautiful) are not satisfied with the way they look. Many guys (even the drop dead ugly ones) think they're God's gift to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO THE LADIES:&lt;/strong&gt; PLEASE stop posting pictures that look nothing like you. Take off the big sunglasses. Stop trying to be emo. Stop changing your hair and smiling crooked just to hide your imperfections. If you want to post a picture that looks NOTHING like yourself, then at least post one picture that DOES look like you. (Preferably a picture of yourself RIGHT AFTER YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING!) I know you'll probably get less comments, but hey! At least you'll know who your real friends are. =) Seriously though, I know that underneath it all, you just want to be loved and liked (and envied), but don't sacrifice who you REALLY are just for attention. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * DRESS RESPECTABLY:&lt;/strong&gt; If you decide to wear clothes showing off half your tits, and skirts showing 99 percent of your thighs, then for goodness sake, do NOT get mad when guys approach you for the purpose of JUST sex. When guys see you dressing skimpy, they do NOT think to themselves: "Hey. Check out that lovely young lady. She's exactly the kind of woman I want to marry and take home to my mother." NO. When guys see you dressed like that, they all ask each other the magic question: "Would you hit that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ADVICE:&lt;/strong&gt; "If it's not on the menu, DON'T ADVERTISE IT." If you'd like to be treated with respect, then dress respectfully. It's not rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * TO THE FELLAS:&lt;/strong&gt; You're not gangsta. I hate to break it to you, but REAL gangstas don't have myspace/facebook. Stop puckering your lips for the camera to look sexy. Stop dogging the camera like you're all hard. That's not what REAL MEN do. REAL MEN GIVE RESPECT TO EARN RESPECT. REAL MEN treat women as God's creations. NOT as sex objects. REAL MEN stick up for those who can't stick up for themselves. REAL MEN don't get into fights just 'cus someone dogged them. REAL MEN don't get into fights 'cus of stupid rumors. REAL MEN fight to protect their wives and children. REAL MEN fight injustice. REAL MEN fight racism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * So to all the MEN and WOMEN reading this:&lt;/strong&gt; Please, be yourselves. Be the REAL you. Stop trying to build up this "illusion" of what you wish people saw you as. If you constantly pretend to be something you're not, you'll never meet REAL friends. You'll never marry a person who loves you for the REAL you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * * *FUN FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; The smartest people in the world are MEN! The stupidest people in the world are ALSO men! Women tend to be more balanced when it comes to intelligence and skills. WHY? Because the human brain is divided into two hemispheres (the left hemisphere and the right hemisphere), AND while women use both hemispheres, men tend to use ONE side more than the other. This would explain why WOMEN ARE BETTER AT MULTI-TASKING. I cannot count the number of times I've seen a woman talking on her cell phone, doing her makeup, and changing a CD... ALL WHILE DRIVING HER CAR! MEN, ON THE OTHER HAND, THINK IN A BOX. If you're telling him to do something while he's watching football (or playing Halo), he won't remember what the hell you told him. This MIGHT seem like a bad thing, BUT being able to think about ONE thing at a time makes him a DEEPER thinker. Ever wonder why most philosophers are MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * OUR DIFFERENCES BRING BALANCE TO EACH OTHER:&lt;/strong&gt; MEN are usually laid back. This helps a woman loosen up when she's stressing out. Women are usually more organized. This helps men when they're procrastinating too much. (Ladies, you can call yourselves procrastinators all you want, BUT you can never out-procrastinate a guy. TRUST ME.) MEN are usually more calm when something BAD happens. This is good for women because they tend to panic more easily. MEN can sometimes be very insensitive. WOMEN are usually more compassionate and caring. Don't believe me? Let a random man hold a baby, and the baby will probably start crying. Let a random woman hold a baby, and the baby will probably start laughing and smiling. Most women want a man to win/earn their heart. Men like to compete and WIN. MEN are stronger physically. WOMEN are stronger verbally. So, to all the men reading this: USE your strength to protect women and raise children. Don't use your strength to abuse and take advantage of them. As for the women? USE your words to build up and encourage men and children. Don't use your words to gossip and nag about everything. God has created BOTH men and women with unique traits. As we live with one another, we must learn how to find BALANCE in our strengths and weaknesses. We must learn how to work together and LOVE one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVICE FOR MEN:&lt;/strong&gt; Women LOVE affection. So learn to show your appreciation with gifts and well-planned dates! BE CREATIVE. Roses, candy, and stuffed animals WILL get old after a while. When a woman complains to you, it doesn't necessarily mean she wants you to give her advice. Sometimes she just wants you to SHUT UP and LISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVICE FOR WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt; Men WANT respect. Sometimes all a guy really wants to hear is: "I believe in you" or "I know you can do it." Learn to show your appreciation for the little things he does. Sometimes he REALLY does try to be considerate, but you just don't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVICE FOR BOTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Respect the little differences. And be sure to RESPECT THE SPACE! Sometimes we all need some time to just BREATHE. Men, let your woman go to Forever 21 with her girlfriends. Let her watch Oprah without constantly repeating how "gay" the show is. AND ABOVE ALL ELSE: PLEASE... don't talk back when she's on her P-E-R-I-O-D. Because if you do... May God have mercy on your soul. AND ladies? Let your man play some Halo 2! Let him watch the Lakers! Let him fart in his hand and cover it over his homie's face! (Because ladies, i know some of you do the SAME exact thing when guys aren't around. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * Temptation 1:&lt;/strong&gt; ROMANTIC COMEDIES Don't get me wrong! I LOVE movies like "A Walk to Remember," "The Notebook," "Love Actually," "The Little Mermaid," and "Serendipity," BUT if you think great LOVE STORIES can be found this easily... you're sadly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temptation 2:&lt;/strong&gt; LOVE SONGS Believe it or not, movies and music can really influence you. FOR EXAMPLE: A good horror movie will keep you up all night. Listening to Lil' Jon will make you want to sock someone's face. Likewise, romantic comedies can make you THINK you're in love when you're really not. They can make you BELIEVE "everyone's falling in love EXCEPT you." As for love songs, they will either keep you depressed (if you just broke up with someone), or tempt you into hooking up with some random guy/girl who's nowhere NEAR ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temptation 3:&lt;/strong&gt; PORNOGRAPHY Hey fellas. I know most of you think "there's nothin' wrong with a little Jenna Jameson after a hard days work", but... I disagree. When you're done watching porn and you've finished "laying the smackdown" on yourself, you are left with more than just sticky hands and wadded up kleenex. You are left with images BURNED into your mind. You can go to internet explorer and hit "CLEAR HISTORY"... You can locate your Limewire folders and delete all your videos... You can even throw out all your Playboy mags and hardcore xxx tapes... Regardless, the images will still haunt you. When you're having a simple conversation with a close female friend, you begin to imagine THEIR FACE on the bodies of your favorite porn stars. You don't mean to, but "you can't help it." It becomes harder to stay faithful to your girlfriend/wife. It becomes harder to concentrate when you're around women. You begin to think you're "in love" when you're actually just horny. This MIGHT seem like a joke for you, but if you're seriously struggling with porn, and find yourself watching it everyday.You see... Whether you admit it or NOT. the more porn you watch, the CRAZIER your addiction becomes. It starts off with regular porn, but then you get tired of it. Suddenly, you find yourself watching bestiality, lolitas, hentai, and shemales! Before you know it, you get to the point where you're watching girls peeing and crapping all over each other! SO PLEASE... FIGHT IT. THIS KIND OF STUFF CAN REALLY MESS YOU UP. IT DESTROYS MARRIAGES ALL THE TIME. * * * Women are great liars. As good as they are at lying to others, they are even better at lying to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID LIES GIRLS SAY:&lt;/strong&gt; "I can't help it! I'm in love!" "I can change him!" "But he needs me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESPERATE HOUSE LIES:&lt;/strong&gt; "If you really love me, you won't leave me!" "If you breakup with me, I'll kill myself!" "If you leave me, I'll hurt you!" "I'm pregnant!" * * * Some of us take our HEART BREAKS to another level by immediately hooking up with another person after we just broke up. This is our desperate attempt to get our ex jealous OR to forget the pain. This explains why SOME people get addicted to clubbing, partying, drinking, and getting high. They're NOT trying to "just have fun"... THEY ARE DESPERATELY AVOIDING REALITY. THEY ARE RUNNING FROM THE PAIN OF THEIR PAST. LADIES and GENTLEMEN, this is not love. This is infatuation. Love does NOT make you do STUPID things. Love is a commitment to do what's BEST for another person. (Even if that means breaking up with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER THIS QUESTION HONESTLY:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever thought you were "IN LOVE," but later realized you were lying to yourself? If you have... could it be that maybe... JUST MAYBE, you might be wrong right now? * * * WHAT IS LOVE? "Whoever is without Love does not know God, for GOD IS LOVE!" --1 John 4:8 If God is Love... Then why is he hardly the center of most of our relationships? If God is Love... Then why not ask HIM for advice when it comes to understanding what TRUE Love is? Going to anyone else is like going to a Honda Dealership for a Volkswagen part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH:&lt;/strong&gt; All men are jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone who believes this statement is an idiot. There are plenty of great guys all around. These are the guys who comfort you when jerks break your heart. Theyre the ones who dont always tell you what you want to hear, but what you need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * WORD OF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt; incentive. Something, such as the fear of punishment or the expectation of reward, that induces action or motivates effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * * * FUN FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; BOYS follow incentives. If you date a boy while hes still a boy, guess what? He'll stay a boy. This is because you REWARD HIM before he has a chance to grow up. BUT if you make a boy WAIT and become a MAN before he can date you, this will eliminate the odds of you dating a jerk! Believe it or NOT, guys who are made to WAIT are far more likely to be faithful to you, than the average guy! * * * If any of you "NICE GUYS" are reading this, and you can RELATE to what I'm saying, then here's some words of encouragement for you: "Nice guys DON'T finish last. They LAST to the finish." If a girl passes you up because she wants to date a GUY that her girlfriends think is cuter, then it's HER LOSS. DON'T rush into random relationships in hopes of eventually finding the right person! BE PATIENT. Let God write your love story. See. I don't know about you, but I'd rather have a LOVE STORY filled with twists and turns, than a bunch of failed relationships full of MISTAKES, LIES, and DECEIT! So... SLOW DOWN people. Let Go and Let God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * MY ADVICE:&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't date someone unless you consider marrying them." "WHAT?!? Have you lost your mind??" Let's sit and think about it. When you date someone, YOU might think it's "just for fun," but there's no way of predicting FEELINGS that might eventually grow. What if you FALL for someone, and they don't fall for you? Who gets hurt? What if you date someone for fun, sex, and scamming, and they end up falling for you? Now they're the one who gets hurt? In other words, make sure you choose carefully who you date because FEELINGS are involved. If you play with feelings, you can REALLY hurt someone. In fact, some of you are STILL hurt because of a few people you've dated. So take dating seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE, MY ADVICE:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't "play" hard to get. BE hard to get! Having a great "LOVE LIFE" means MORE than finding the right person. You also have to BE the right person! * * * Sex is good. Real good. Even God said it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT there is one condition:&lt;/strong&gt; GET MARRIED FIRST. BEFORE you label me old fashioned or boring, here are a few statistics I've learned from psychology and science journals! Teens and young adults who have premarital sex are FAR more likely to: Get divorced Become suicidal Go into depression Be unfaithful during marriage Have severe marital problems Teens and young adults who get pregnant before marriage are FAR more likely to: Not finish college Have an abortion Go into poverty These statistics are NOT meant to discourage you. These statistics are here to HELP YOU understand that ALTHOUGH GOD CAN HEAL ALL WOUNDS, HE WON'T HEAL ALL SCARS. God allows SCARS to remain NOT because he hates you, BUT to remind you that foolish actions DO have consequences. * * * SEX IS LIKE DUCT TAPE. The first time you stick duct tape on someone, it REALLY sticks. The next time you do it, it's not as sticky. The more you do it, the less sticky it becomes. In other words, the more sex you have with different partners, the HARDER it is to commit. Eventually, you won't even be able to feel any LOVE or PASSION towards your partner(s). It will become an empty, emotionless act. What is the REASON for sex? Some of you will say "pleasure." Is that the REASON we eat? NO. We eat because it helps sustain life and health. Likewise, we must understand that sex is not just for pleasure. Sex also CREATES LIFE. This is why sex is considered so sacred. This is why sex is NOT to be abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Of all our bodily functions (digesting, sleeping, breathing, etc), CREATING A CHILD is the only bodily function that requires TWO people.&lt;br /&gt;-CHRISTINA AGUILERA QUOTE: "Shouldn't we test drive the 'vehicle' before we drive it off the lot?" (Christina comparing premarital sex to test driving a car) Okay. Let's pretend you find a great "sex partner." You decide to marry them, BUT one day, they get into a terrible accident and they can no longer have sex. Would you divorce them?&lt;br /&gt;-JEFF FOXWORTHY QUOTE: "Getting married to have sex is like buying a 747 to get free peanuts!" Marriage is about more than just sex. It is a commitment to be there for your spouse through sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part. It is the coming of two souls to become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * * Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. Love is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, And endures through every circumstance. Love will last forever..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-585694736854830729?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/585694736854830729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=585694736854830729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/585694736854830729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/585694736854830729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-this-interesting.html' title='i found this interesting'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-3663381710866052928</id><published>2009-05-23T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:30:51.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutte</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is really sweet...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy is quiet ... millions of things are running in his mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy is not arguing ... he is thinking deeply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy looks at u with eyes full of questions ... he is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... he is not at all fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy stares at you ... he is wondering why you are lying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy let you lays on his chest ... he is wishing for you to be his forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy wants to see you everyday... he wants to be yours 4eva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy says ' I love you ' ... he means it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a boy says ' I miss you ' ... no one in this world can miss you morethan that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find a Guy ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for the guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who ...kisses your forehead...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!! '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-3663381710866052928?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3663381710866052928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=3663381710866052928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3663381710866052928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3663381710866052928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutte.html' title='cutte'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-2550834133236063668</id><published>2009-05-23T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:27:50.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't get it!!!</title><content type='html'>Paul Harvey RIDDLE:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys if anyone of u gets this e-mail pleasssssseeeeeeeee tell me i am dying for the answer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-2550834133236063668?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2550834133236063668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=2550834133236063668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2550834133236063668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2550834133236063668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-get-it.html' title='i can&apos;t get it!!!'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-465736321618928974</id><published>2009-05-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:19:10.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shark finnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's inhuimain to kill animals for a dumb reason. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every year tens of millions of sharks die a slow death because of shark finning. Finning is the inhumane practice of hacking off the shark's fins and throwing its still living body back into the sea. The sharks either starves to death, are eaten alive by other fish, or drown (if they are not in constant movement their gills cannot extract oxygen from the water). Shark finning has increased over the past decade due to the increasing demand for shark fins (for shark fin soup {the fins are only used for texture and has no taste at all} and mythological medicinal cures. Shark finning threatens the stability of marine ecosystems. Experts estimate that within a decade, most species of sharks will be lost because of longlining. STOP shark finning! Pass this message on to open up other peoples’ mind. Compared to the 10-15 people killed by sharks each year; over 100 million sharks perish at the hands of humans. So who’s inhumane? There are many ways you can help: don’t eat shark soup, join petitions against shark finning or start of by passing on this message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have to do somethiong about this!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-465736321618928974?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/465736321618928974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=465736321618928974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/465736321618928974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/465736321618928974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/shark-finnings.html' title='shark finnings'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6493485710215207063</id><published>2009-05-23T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:16:30.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute i looved it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i also got this it's hillarious!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KidsAreQuick &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; Maria, go to the map and find  North  America.&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it  is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:Correct.  Now class, who discovered  America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLASS:&lt;/em&gt; Maria.  &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; John,  why are you doing your math multiplication on  the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOHN:&lt;/em&gt; You told me to do it  without using tables. __________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt;  Glenn, how do you spell  'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLENN:&lt;/em&gt; K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt;  No,  that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLENN:&lt;/em&gt; Maybe it is wrong, but you  asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt;  Donald, what is the chemical formula for  water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONALD:&lt;/em&gt; H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt;  What are you talking  about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONALD:&lt;/em&gt; Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;  __________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years  ago. &lt;em&gt;WINNIE:&lt;/em&gt; Me!&lt;br /&gt; __________________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt;   Glen, why do you always get so  dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLEN:&lt;/em&gt; Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you  are.   _______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; Millie, give me a sentence starting  with ' I.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILLIE:&lt;/em&gt; I  is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; No, Millie..... Always say, 'I  am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILLIE:&lt;/em&gt; All right...  'I am  the ninth letter of the alphabet.'      ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; George Washington not only chopped down  his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.   Now, Louie, do you know why his father  didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOUIS:&lt;/em&gt; Because George still had the axe in his  hand.     ______________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; Now,  Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers  before eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIMON&lt;/em&gt;: No sir, I don't have to, my  Mom is a good cook.   ______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/em&gt; Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the  same as your brother's. Did you copy  his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLYDE:&lt;/em&gt;No, sir.. It's the same dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ___________________________________ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER: &lt;/em&gt;Harold, what do you call a person who  keeps on talking when people are no longer  interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher&lt;br /&gt; __________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;PASS  IT AROUND AND MAKE SOMEONE  LAUGH! LAUGHTER  IS THE SOUL'S MEDICINE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6493485710215207063?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6493485710215207063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6493485710215207063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6493485710215207063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6493485710215207063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cute-i-looved-it.html' title='cute i looved it'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6254875708529365150</id><published>2009-05-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:04:14.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 quick ways to do something about gaza</title><content type='html'>A brother compiled this list of ways we can support our brothers and sisters in Gaza, please find them below:&lt;br /&gt;1) ATTEND DEMONSTRATIONS RE: SOLIDARITY WITH PALESTINIANS IN GAZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) DONATE MONEYIRFAN-Canada specifically sends to Palestine and Gaza .You can donate after the event by:- Online donation at &lt;a href="http://www.irfan.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;www.irfan.ca&lt;/a&gt;- Calling 514-287-3307 - they will take your donation by phone=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BOYCOTT ZIONIST PRODUCTS Hit them where it hurts them most...Many people adopt a defeatist attitude that "it's impossible" or "all money goes to them anyway", etc. In most cases, this type of attitude issparked by complacency, selfishness, cowardice...or some kind of combination ofall of those.Muslims and conscientious people in this world CAN make a difference -see what happened with the boycott of Danish products following theCaricatures of the Prophet(saw).And even if it doesn't make MUCH of a difference, at least your conscience can be a bit clearer in front of Allah (swt), for whatever it's worth. Here is a list of Zionist products:&lt;a href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-brands.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-brands.html&lt;/a&gt;Or if it's too much, at least start slowly by boycotting these 5 MAJORsupporters of Zionism:&lt;br /&gt;a. Coca-Cola (includes Sprite, Crush, Fanta, Minute Maid)SUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: Pepsi, 7up, CPlus, any generic brand2. Nestle (SEE:&lt;a href="http://www.ya-hussain.com/int_col1/int_coll_net/Nestle_investment_in_zionism.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ya-hussain.com/int_col1/int_coll_net/Nestle_investment_in_zionism.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)SUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: Hersheys, Cadburys or other chocolate makers&lt;br /&gt;c. StarbucksSUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: Second Cup/Tim Hortons/other coffee shops&lt;br /&gt;d. McDonaldsSUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: none - it's terrible for our health...but ifneed be, Subway/Harveys/Pizza Hut/others&lt;br /&gt;e. DisneySUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: go to other amusement parks (La Ronde,Wonderland) or elsewhere on vacation. Buy cartoon movies from otherfilmmakers, if possible. Help protect your child at a young age frombecoming a slave of his or her desires.&lt;br /&gt;f. Chapters/IndigoSUGGESTED SUBSTITUTE: Paragraph, any independent bookstore=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) TAKE 10 SECONDS TO FILL OUT THIS ONLINE FORM:&lt;a href="http://www.cjpme.ca/action_gaza_2008_12.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cjpme.ca/action_gaza_2008_12.shtml&lt;/a&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) CONTACT THE PM, DEPT. of FOREIGN AFFAIRS AND YOUR MPYou are paying their salaries - they are supposed to be representingyou. SILENCE MEANS COMPLICITY.** AND IT IS A CONFIRMED FACT THAT EACH AND EVERY EMAIL/LETTER/FAX/PHONE CALLTHEY RECEIVE HELPS SHAPE THEIR POLICY **Take advantage of your democratic right and contact the PrimeMinister's Office - you can request an immediate cease-fire, andlifting of the siege imposed on Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;Call 613-992-4211 and email&lt;a href="mailto:emailpm@pm.gc.ca" target="_blank"&gt;pm@pm.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Call the Ministry of Foreign Affairs - Phone: 613-944-4000 - and/orsend a FAX: 613-944-4500 – and/or email to&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=k6s83Q6JLJvlzA5UBAot4YhnJ-Jv4Q4W6I-OpuYUN8ogxwS2xt6lr2VedvCu45GLbJRkg1EDk1Qaiy3UrMgFcbLjZg" target="_blank"&gt;L.Cannon@international.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=mOvappeo-_kFGEoCe_YUMmilKNrQ-iS-_b6wgL60BMS5t5NQAwWF4q6wdQEVpwZ6vH7S806AKWiGBw" target="_blank"&gt;Cannon.L@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; , and CC to&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=DO6yQGz8iAwpDTeZxC5OMnIXif0nHM8SO-gO-pjF_2u1S7cXQqii1XFQvkOMVZwVmpR16MVwyXIr" target="_blank"&gt;Obhrai.D@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=R5aQcUic6sXWstbtemc_m1GuRM8kdyKPz2iBDI7okSOlgA3J9-Nr6OUvKrgDIJCW0AKHGPp_aq4l2Uqe" target="_blank"&gt;Ignatieff.M@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=qAcW3s90Bf8anB7loM-AtQLGIEVMsAM31DIqInzLnYpVZ4DeRuKUbGyg1mIKSv6zra2yIIXRvDHTbOsTug" target="_blank"&gt;Layton.J@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=obgiHafk6k9jbHpysgwidI3JlLxI07DAceV-zjPLFKWYtpouDEz3dFGSaGAuqXKDIxBETiyjAn0yP8nK" target="_blank"&gt;Duceppe.G@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=hi2eADFVStP2NZbwwY0AXQw4LQIQiBkp2FWHHZMTx9womqBaKt3KWxK-1lKtVX6s0wET-Bs2wyk2HOpJ9jz8" target="_blank"&gt;leader@greenparty.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=BhFCEvE8FIn5Qe9VO3Cte4-aaQ_VtfsjDSDGNgqMrLiYbP5fyE-Thf2-25HztQtTdtG3dYf81KUdQAE" target="_blank"&gt;RaeB1@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=9HPOYfbZV3h_51gLm0C47rW8Dk7Sev3OIAshrGDZhw4p9HYjTRqjnOasjmjL55QGrkQ_7zjn" target="_blank"&gt;Zed.P@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=3XNzvCjX5IA_K_f2T3md4zluiW5S44ykxDgykB9hMtKlNmdXZfvFl4EqBO0DfHizYWxZHpvgcwo" target="_blank"&gt;Patry.B@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=O1iYlubZCTC8ANcPvY1kfvzK5FA1KUUd84IC2jndvbNmw3DX1sTXW7efbbqxy9C67bhqxH5_wNvVwxwf" target="_blank"&gt;Martin.K@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=XTY3M9mGp6j8yhNXENMXpbfboEizeuX6KRx9CP2hfmEqFH6jzYQ_Ub8PN7FdNwRjD2zLCkmZQFoNPA" target="_blank"&gt;Goodale.R@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=eA0VuP65YuxCp_X0eh9sOanB0Dmw6faoxfMrHS77YXeLcY0p3MEqViO-QWS9yn3dppdw8lsIrf4ORa8UDfbV" target="_blank"&gt;Leblanc.D@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=QwCiNLKc6KRCB1Ghpn1TmY1dSZFNxbHUmXkRro-xqOnlR-GCflNo7g2RfiZtbZE-GG0uSZto3biiiqLN" target="_blank"&gt;Dewar.P@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sshw/post?postID=XPH2455PdbYVBJ99vuOvM9njxfM3ghR7iKMpOpdI68GL3xtCsnC5Fu6kLCcYA2TJxAf3JIcQIQz-0qyhRFg" target="_blank"&gt;Paquette.P@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="mailto:Faille.M@parl.gc.ca" target="_blank"&gt;Faille.M@parl.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact your local MP at the following site:&lt;a href="http://www2.parl.gc.ca/Parlinfo/Compilations/HouseOfCommons/MemberByPostalCode.aspx?Menu=HOC" target="_blank"&gt;http://www2.parl.gc.ca/Parlinfo/Compilations/HouseOfCommons/MemberByPostalCode.aspx?Menu=HOC&lt;/a&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) WRITE TO NEWSPAPERS/MAGAZINES OR POST ONLINE COMMENTSIt is a misnomer that letters have to be complicated or written inUniversity-level language. The best letters are short, concise, andmake up a maximum of 1-2 points.Here is a list of popular outlets you can write to:Montreal Gazette - &lt;a href="mailto:letters@thegazette.canwest.com" target="_blank"&gt;letters@thegazette.canwest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisonneuve Magazine - &lt;a href="mailto:letters@maisonneuve.org" target="_blank"&gt;letters@maisonneuve.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globe&amp;amp;Mail - &lt;a href="mailto:Letters@globeandmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;Letters@globeandmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ottawa Citizen Press - &lt;a href="mailto:letters@thecitizen.canwest.com" target="_blank"&gt;letters@thecitizen.canwest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto Star Press - &lt;a href="mailto:lettertoed@thestar.ca" target="_blank"&gt;lettertoed@thestar.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto Sun - &lt;a href="mailto:editor@tor.sunpub.com" target="_blank"&gt;editor@tor.sunpub.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Post&lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/info/contactus/mailto.html?name=Letters&amp;amp;SUBJECT=Letter" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/info/contactus/mailto.html?name=Letters&amp;amp;SUBJECT=Letter%20To%20The%20Editor&lt;/a&gt;and a list of non-print media:&lt;br /&gt;Global - &lt;a href="mailto:globalnational@canada.com" target="_blank"&gt;globalnational@canada.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTV - &lt;a href="mailto:news@ctv.ca" target="_blank"&gt;news@ctv.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBC - &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/contact/index.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/contact/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBC the National - &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/national/yourturn/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/national/yourturn/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBC Ombudsman - &lt;a href="mailto:ombudsman@cbc.ca" target="_blank"&gt;ombudsman@cbc.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Make sincere prayer to god that He help those in need and those who are oppressed and may He devastate and demolishthe oppression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6254875708529365150?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6254875708529365150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6254875708529365150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6254875708529365150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6254875708529365150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-quick-ways-to-do-something-about-gaza.html' title='7 quick ways to do something about gaza'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-333089169938156278</id><published>2009-05-23T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:56:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so sad i actually cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i got this from my friends it was a forward and i had to share this with all of you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college  degree..&lt;br /&gt;The last  class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher  was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human  being had been graced with. Her last  project of the term was called, 'Smile..' The class was  asked to go out and smile at three people and document their  reactions. I am a very  friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I  thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we  were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to  McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just  our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were  standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone  around us began to back away, and then even my  husband did.&lt;br /&gt; I did not  move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me  as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned  around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing  behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked  down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was  'smiling' His beautiful  sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for  acceptance. He said,  'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been  clutching. The second  man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the  second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his  salvation. I held my tears as I stood there  with them. The young lady at the counter  asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Coffee is all Miss'  because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be  warm). Then I really felt it - the  compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man  with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady  behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate  tray.. I then walked around the corner to  the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on  the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold  hand. He looked up at me, with tears in  his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.' I leaned over, began to pat his  hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through  me to give you hope.' I started to cry as I walked away  to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and  said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me  hope..' We held hands for a moment and at  that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given  were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we  are believers. That day showed me the pure Light  of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last  evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in 'my project' and the  instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said,  'Can I share this?' I slowly nodded as she got the  attention of the class. She began to read and that is when  I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to  heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the  people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a  college student. I graduated with one of the  biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over. An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart to handle yourself, use your head.. To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of gold&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; With a secret inside&lt;br /&gt;  that has never been  told&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; This box is priceless&lt;br /&gt;  but as I  see&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; The treasure inside is&lt;br /&gt;  precious to me&lt;br /&gt;  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;  Today I share this&lt;br /&gt;treasure with  thee&lt;br /&gt;  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; It's the treasure of&lt;br /&gt;friendship you've&lt;br /&gt;given me.&lt;br /&gt; *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-333089169938156278?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/333089169938156278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=333089169938156278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/333089169938156278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/333089169938156278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-so-sad-i-actually-cried.html' title='this is so sad i actually cried'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-1825122212016971919</id><published>2009-05-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:43:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>Ok guys this is really funny its about this girl who is so retarded so of corse she does stupid things. Anyways read it and send it to other people!!!&lt;br /&gt;I knew a girl that was so stupid that....... she called me to get my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said   'concentrate.'&lt;br /&gt; she put lipstick on her forehead  wanted to make up her mind.  &lt;br /&gt;she tried to put M&amp;amp;M's in alphabetical order  &lt;br /&gt;she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.  &lt;br /&gt;she tried to drown a fish.    &lt;br /&gt;she thought a quarterback was a refund.   &lt;br /&gt;she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death. &lt;br /&gt; she tripped over a cordless phone.  &lt;br /&gt;she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept. &lt;br /&gt;she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.  &lt;br /&gt;she studied for a blood test.  &lt;br /&gt;she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats. &lt;br /&gt;when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved. &lt;br /&gt;when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice   instead.  &lt;br /&gt;when she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said   'Airport Left' she turned around and went home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-1825122212016971919?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1825122212016971919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=1825122212016971919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/1825122212016971919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/1825122212016971919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-5577723425040721579</id><published>2009-05-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:35:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soo cool</title><content type='html'>If you can read the following paragraph, forward it on to your friends and the person that sent it to you with 'yes' in the subject line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only great minds can read this This is weird, but interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-5577723425040721579?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5577723425040721579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=5577723425040721579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/5577723425040721579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/5577723425040721579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/soo-cool.html' title='soo cool'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-3475222040148961514</id><published>2009-05-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:34:28.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy it hurts</title><content type='html'>My name is ChrisI am three, My eyes are swollenI cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were betterI wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies barI hear him curse My name is calledI press myselfAgainst the wallI try to hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door Hes already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, 'Im sorry!',  I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the painA gain and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Chris I am three,Tonight my daddy Murdered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you would have to be One heartless person To not be affected By this Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is an important situation at least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do something about this children are being abused for just being themselves!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-3475222040148961514?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3475222040148961514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=3475222040148961514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3475222040148961514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3475222040148961514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddy-it-hurts.html' title='daddy it hurts'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-8859639419636563969</id><published>2009-05-23T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:27:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horsescoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARIES -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Aggressive Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an aries. Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be 'Right'. Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours. Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tramp Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight. Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twin Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good at confusing people.... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Gemini's will not take any crap from anyone. Gemini's like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily. They are great at losing things and are forgetful. Gemini's can be very sarcastic and childish at times, and are very nosey. Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; CANCER -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life. Entirely creative Person, most's are artists and insane respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often. Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. Most cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever. Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous. Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion Great talker.. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy, but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem. Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One that Waits Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Sm art. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover. Loves to gamble and take chances. Needs to have the last say in everything. They think they know everything and usually do. Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect. The do not forgive and never forgetThe one and only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LIBRA -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lame One Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... You might end up crying. Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent. Faithful friends to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Kinda dumb at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SCORPIO -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Addict EXTREMELY adorable. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once. Loves to be pampered. Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want. Attractive. Loves being in long relationships.. Talkative.. Loves to party but at times to the extreme. Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it! Very protective over loved ones.. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if is disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Promiscuous One Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever. Loves deeply but at times will not show it feels it is a sign of weakness. Has many fears but will not show it. VERY private person. Defends loved ones will all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passionate Lover Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some. Lazy and love to take it easy.. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it. Proud, understanding and sweet. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports. Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does It In The Water Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumbsy at times but tries hard. Will take on any project. Proud of themselves in whatever they do. Messy, and unorganized. Procrastinators. Great lovers, when their not sleeping. Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more then their familiy. Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Partner for Life Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. Messy at times and irresponsible! Smart but lazy. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. Lover of animals. VERY caring, make wonderful nurses or doctors. They always try to do the right thing sometimes get the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way.. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but need to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-8859639419636563969?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8859639419636563969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=8859639419636563969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/8859639419636563969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/8859639419636563969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/horsescoop.html' title='horsescoop'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-2789597946638563564</id><published>2009-05-23T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:22:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies only :P</title><content type='html'>Did U no kissing is healthy       &lt;br /&gt;Bananas are good for peroid pain  &lt;br /&gt;Its good to cry  &lt;br /&gt;Chicken soup actually makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt; 94% of boys would love it if you sent them flowers&lt;br /&gt; Lying is actually unhealthy&lt;br /&gt; Only apply mascara to your top lashes&lt;br /&gt; Its actually true, boys DO insult u when they like you!&lt;br /&gt; Its impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed!&lt;br /&gt; 89% of guys want YOU to make the 1st move&lt;br /&gt; Chocolate will make you feel better!=&lt;br /&gt; Most boys think its cute when you say the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt; A good friend never judges.&lt;br /&gt; A good foundation will hide hickeys!..not that u have any&lt;br /&gt; Boys arent worth your tears&lt;br /&gt; We ALL love suprises!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-2789597946638563564?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2789597946638563564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=2789597946638563564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2789597946638563564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2789597946638563564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladies-only-p.html' title='ladies only :P'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-4388843363406509752</id><published>2009-05-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:21:18.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apreciate your dad cause you never know</title><content type='html'>'At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt; When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt; When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-4388843363406509752?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4388843363406509752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=4388843363406509752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/4388843363406509752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/4388843363406509752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/apreciate-your-dad-cause-you-never-know.html' title='apreciate your dad cause you never know'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6081729221444756176</id><published>2009-05-23T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:15:08.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nail in the fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6081729221444756176?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6081729221444756176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6081729221444756176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6081729221444756176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6081729221444756176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nail-in-fence.html' title='nail in the fence'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-1142206306196476457</id><published>2009-05-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:10:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>advice for guys?</title><content type='html'>By the way I got this from a friend of mine who lives in florida. I think its sorta weird, but good advice for the guys.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;OFFICIAL Laws of Flirting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLIRTING RULES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls:&lt;/em&gt; Every guy deserves a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys:&lt;/em&gt; Every girl deserves  a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls:&lt;/em&gt; When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys:&lt;/em&gt; Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls:&lt;/em&gt; During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys:&lt;/em&gt; Lift her chin up and kiss her.(If you REALLY like her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys:&lt;/em&gt; When she tells you she loves you, look deepinto her eyes, give her a kiss and tell her you love her too...and MEAN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:Leave your hands down at all times when walking with him.(If you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys&lt;/em&gt;:If you are walking beside her, and her hands are by her waist, link your handswith hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-1142206306196476457?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1142206306196476457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=1142206306196476457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/1142206306196476457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/1142206306196476457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-for-guys.html' title='advice for guys?'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-8287072758142222690</id><published>2009-05-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:04:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for women!!!</title><content type='html'>TheClock&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't give you the people you want, He gives you the people you NEED.&lt;br /&gt;To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;One Flaw In Women         &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They bear hardships and they carry burdens,  but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They sing when they want to cry,&lt;br /&gt; &gt; They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt; &gt; They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They go without so their family can have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They go to the doctor with a frightened friend&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards, promotions, better salaries!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They have compassion and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Women have vital things to say and everything to give&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getnidokidos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-8287072758142222690?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8287072758142222690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=8287072758142222690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/8287072758142222690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/8287072758142222690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-women.html' title='for women!!!'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6971472162099347800</id><published>2009-05-23T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:56:13.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no cheating this is the hot test how hot ar eyou?</title><content type='html'>GET A PIECE OF PAPER and  NUMBER IT 1-11 (NO CHEATING)SEE YOUR RESULTS AT THE END OFTHETEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.1. WHAT SHADE OF HAIR DO YOUHAVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. OUT ON A DATE WOULD YOU WANT TO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Go to a party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Go out to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOROUT OF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Baby-Pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Yellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) Baby-Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d) Turquoise4..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICK YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBY OUTOF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Talking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) Taking Long Walks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. IF YOU COULD PICK A STORE OUTOF THEFOLLOWING, WHICH WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Louie Vuitton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) coach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) againt all odds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE PLACEOUT OF THE FOLLOWING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) hawaii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) London&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) florida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. IN THE SUMMER WOULD YOURATHER GO TO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) The Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Somewhere Cooler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY MONTH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) February&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d) April&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e) May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;f) June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;g) July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;h) August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i) September&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;j) October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;k) November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l) December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. WOULD YOU RATHER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Chill at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Go out with friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITEINSTRUMENTOUT OF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) Bass guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) Drums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d) The Triangle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) NAME A PERSON OF THEOPPOSITE GENDER====NOW MAKE A WISH&lt;/strong&gt;!====********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;******* *****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************************!!!!!*STOP*!!!!!*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**ANSWERS**&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1.a. dark= sexy [5points]&lt;br /&gt;b. light = sweet [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.a. go to a party = playful [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;b. go out to eat = romantic [5 points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.a. baby-pink = cute [2]&lt;br /&gt;b. yellow = loud [3]&lt;br /&gt;c. baby-blue = cool [5]&lt;br /&gt;d. turquoise = sexy [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.a. Talking = active [2]&lt;br /&gt;b. Dancing = determined [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. Taking Long Walks = daring [5]                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5.a. Louie Vuitton = tasteful [7]&lt;br /&gt;b. coach = laid back [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. againt all odds = stylish [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.a. hawaii = you like being aroundpeople [2]&lt;br /&gt;b. L.. You are quiet, and like thecold [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. florida = You like to party! [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7....a. beach = tan, likes the sun [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. somewhere cooler = pale and original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]8.a. January = popular [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. February = lovely [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. March = rebellious [5]&lt;br /&gt;d. April = playful [5]&lt;br /&gt;e.. May = happy [5]&lt;br /&gt;f. june = chills a lot [5]&lt;br /&gt;g. July = smooth [3]&lt;br /&gt;h. August = fun [5]&lt;br /&gt;i. September = quiet [2]&lt;br /&gt;j. October = out-going [3]&lt;br /&gt;k. November = pimpin' it [5]&lt;br /&gt;l. December = warm [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.a. home = quiet, romantic [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. go out with friends =crazy [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.a. guitar = eye-catching [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. bass-guitar = mellow [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. Drums = crazy [5]&lt;br /&gt;d. Triangle = simple [2]11.&lt;br /&gt;This person will fall in LOVE with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UP TO 17= LOUSY GET A LIFE MAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18-20=OKAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21-35 = Rather HOTT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36+ = Ow! U burn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6971472162099347800?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6971472162099347800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6971472162099347800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6971472162099347800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6971472162099347800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-cheating-this-is-hot-test-how-hot-ar.html' title='no cheating this is the hot test how hot ar eyou?'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-4690259164584646499</id><published>2009-05-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:43:46.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chain letter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Article 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The  Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kiss on the hand I adore you&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss on the cheek I just want to be friends&lt;br /&gt;3.Kiss on the neck I want you&lt;br /&gt;4.Kiss on the lips I love you&lt;br /&gt;5.Kiss on the ears I am just playing&lt;br /&gt;6.Kiss anywhere else lets not get carried away&lt;br /&gt;7. Look in your eyes kiss me&lt;br /&gt;8.Playing with your hair I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;9. Hand on your waist I love you to much to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; The Three Steps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Girls: If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.&lt;br /&gt;3.Guys &amp;amp; Girls Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Commandments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;.Thou shall not squeeze too hard.&lt;br /&gt;2.Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one.&lt;br /&gt; 3.Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;8.Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth&lt;br /&gt; 11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours&lt;br /&gt;13.The way they smile&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;br /&gt;17.The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)!&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say 'I miss you'&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them&lt;br /&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is saposively a big chain letter i find it cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-4690259164584646499?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4690259164584646499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=4690259164584646499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/4690259164584646499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/4690259164584646499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/chain-letter.html' title='chain letter?'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-7684270196659658064</id><published>2009-05-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:39:12.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake/real friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Never ask for food.REAL FRIENDS: The reason you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Call your parents Mr / MrsREAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Would sit next to you saying 'Dawg ... we screwed up.... but that was fun!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Know a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Would knock on your front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Walk right in and say 'I'M HOME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Are for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Are for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Will knock the person out that talked bad about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Would ignore this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL FRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Will send this to all their real friends and hope to get it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were killed today, I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to come to yourfuneral, because I'd be in jail for killing the person who did it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let you know that I love you to death &amp;amp; think you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for my friends javeerah and tayaba i love you guyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-7684270196659658064?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7684270196659658064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=7684270196659658064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/7684270196659658064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/7684270196659658064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/fakereal-friends.html' title='fake/real friends'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6809340475399302942</id><published>2009-05-23T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:34:11.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjOOn-KC1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vIIKYMrwGdM/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244108890901330" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjOOn-KC1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vIIKYMrwGdM/s320/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjN4Hdb-II/AAAAAAAAAAs/zNC44OWmG9U/s1600-h/vintage.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243722206607490" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjN4Hdb-II/AAAAAAAAAAs/zNC44OWmG9U/s320/vintage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNxBQQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yFTydnzd5tk/s1600-h/quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243600281643218" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNxBQQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yFTydnzd5tk/s320/quotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNkA09kdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gmkh5kuQuG8/s1600-h/a.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243376828846546" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNkA09kdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gmkh5kuQuG8/s320/a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNY5ckKoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UNgCwqKUkl8/s1600-h/459759t3e5171tn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243185868909186" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNY5ckKoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UNgCwqKUkl8/s320/459759t3e5171tn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNPia2VDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wvREp_cqG90/s1600-h/techno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243025068872754" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjNPia2VDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wvREp_cqG90/s400/techno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6809340475399302942?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6809340475399302942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6809340475399302942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6809340475399302942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6809340475399302942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kC919D6iYl4/ShjOOn-KC1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vIIKYMrwGdM/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-2256744236462015392</id><published>2009-05-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:27:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>How cool is this?!  I like you because of whom you are to me.... A true friend.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: 'A good friend will come bail you out of jail... But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying WE screwed up, but we had fun!'&lt;br /&gt;Proud To Be Your Friend!Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence, and don't skip ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. I've learned....That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....That money doesn't buy class.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned.That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....That the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.&lt;br /&gt;To all of you....Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND! Even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK TO YOU!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vision, courage&lt;br /&gt;and an understanding heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got this in my e-mail i thought it would be nice to post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-2256744236462015392?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2256744236462015392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=2256744236462015392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2256744236462015392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/2256744236462015392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6707110349589112709</id><published>2009-05-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:23:20.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poverty</title><content type='html'>guys poverty is a big thing i mean it's HUGE how can people stand it! little kids are working to support themselves! a child should be having fun and have no worry's. they are open to so manny diseases! their is this song by the bilz ft kashif called ONE VOICE i highly suggest you guys listen to it their is some indian part but the english part is sooo touching!!! i have the lyrics so here guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause were living in the 21st century and we're still fighting for peace&lt;br /&gt;force-aid crimes and terrorist attacks is making it hard to breath&lt;br /&gt;were investing in weapons of mass destruction when the 3rd world is hungry&lt;br /&gt;you and i have the power to creat a futur without the violence and poverty&lt;br /&gt;get informed, get inspired, try to speak out and break the silence&lt;br /&gt;spread awarness share the knoledge, stop ignoring and deliver the message of peace&lt;br /&gt;one voice can make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breathe away to mak ea change, one voice can a make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless children are dying and suffering, living in fear and pain&lt;br /&gt;struggling hard to stay alive, praying to be saved&lt;br /&gt;our nations are droping bombs and killing innocent victims who are missing out on humanity&lt;br /&gt;we have a mission to accomplish thats to practice what we preach&lt;br /&gt;get informed, get inspired, try to speak out and break the silence&lt;br /&gt;spread awarness share the knoledge, stop ignoring ans deliver the message of peace&lt;br /&gt;one voice to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this world ever gonna be a better place, nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;today's impossibilities are tomorrow's miracles&lt;br /&gt;is this world ever gonna be a better place, nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;today's impossibilities are tomorrow's miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;just a breath away to make a change, one voice can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a breathe away to make a change just a breathe away to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;just a breathe away to make a change just a breathe away to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;just a breathe away to make a change just a breathe away to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well their guys thats the lyrics. it is very touching! you guys should know that their are kids suffering for no reason their only guilty of being born in a place like that. these kids need help try to picture your little brother/sister/cousin/nephew/neice starving and barely having clothes on their back and suffering i am sure that you would never want them to suffer! we kids are the futur it's our generation that has to do things to help stop this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6707110349589112709?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6707110349589112709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6707110349589112709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6707110349589112709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6707110349589112709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/poverty.html' title='poverty'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-3835454895199225876</id><published>2009-05-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:58:16.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i started it. it's may and schoools almost out. i falied term 2 and 3  and i hope i don't fail term 4 i reallly don't get it i had tried verry hard. French is just not my subject. a lot has happend to me. i am starting to miss the old days i never thought i would! Life is just getting harder and i don't know how to cope. me and my sister have been fighting alot. she just gets on my nerves and i don't know. exams are starting and teh stress is a lot. grade 9 really is a big year! it just seems life isn't worth it. i love my friends at school they are simply the best. i sometimes wonder life really worth it i mean a lot of stuff has happend and this stuff is all just piling up. i hope to god i don't have to go to summer school because i am trying hard but to my parents it's just not good enough! deep down i know i am going to go to summer school but seriously i hope i do not. i just finished this english project on romeo and juliet i had made these really cute poems. i have to ask my partner for it because i really want to keep it and post it! i am verry passinate for a lot of things!  well til next time guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-3835454895199225876?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3835454895199225876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=3835454895199225876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3835454895199225876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/3835454895199225876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437354772447489395.post-6111683997962082711</id><published>2008-11-03T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:48:24.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entry to blog'/><title type='text'>Today, my first blog</title><content type='html'>Well today i'm writting my first blog i hope it's good so i'll just introduce myself.  I am 14 years old i started this blog thing because i always wanted one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school i am not the popular one, I am the normal one i am really shy in doing orals (i'd really rather die) i know some french and i speak so horrible!!! I ususally notice things people don't really notice. i have a bigg imagination and think too much i usually dwell on the negative hey, don blame me. I got that trait from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is currently 11:32pm and I have to go to sleep i don get lots of sleep but i need it!! i have eye bags under neath my eye's!! i don consider myself ugly or pretty i like to stick with normal just plain simple normal. i have 3 big brotheres and one older sister, i got unfortunate and became the youngest even though i have advantages there are always the disadvantages. i go to laurenhill academy and i am in grade 9 i share my locker with my best budd Patricia i loove her to death but i can't share lockers with people. do you have any idea how messy it is ? verry so i told my brother mike when he came to pick me and my sister from school that i had to go to dollarama to get a lock and headphones since mine got busted, don't ask me how it just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways Mike gave me a weird look since he knows i have a lock and didn't say anything. Me and my sister Rose and Mike were best buddies so in the house we usually hang out together and watch movies together it's always us three. and so when i got my lock and the rest of my stuff from dollarama we went home and yea.... i'm kinda tired my eye's are closing and i have tea on the stove for my dad so i better go know=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll write next time if i can understand this thing well hope you write to me to tell me what you think of this blog. &lt;a href="mailto:i.love.chocolate.89@hotmail.com"&gt;i.love.chocolate.89@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437354772447489395-6111683997962082711?l=wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6111683997962082711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437354772447489395&amp;postID=6111683997962082711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6111683997962082711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437354772447489395/posts/default/6111683997962082711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwlifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-my-first-blog.html' title='Today, my first blog'/><author><name>noname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14329636262593905173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
