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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-291573990410619734</id><published>2009-04-03T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:02:32.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School =]</title><content type='html'>Face turns to a joy.&lt;br /&gt;My smiles gets bigger and bigger. &lt;br /&gt;My attitude get out of control, Dam I say, Im looking too fly and feeling good I'm ready for High School.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through peoples faces Finding the class i belong in. &lt;br /&gt;Having a Smirk at all of the eyes that's tracking my ways &lt;br /&gt;My head way up high to be looking down&lt;br /&gt;Hi's just flying to me. &lt;br /&gt;Adults Learning different new faces and names &lt;br /&gt;Names flows through my ears &lt;br /&gt;Dust off sneackers &lt;br /&gt;fixing my pants,down and down   &lt;br /&gt;I sit ready to 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=]'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-9207997122177777004</id><published>2009-03-13T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:55:11.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=258761&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJVcU9qT2RkV05ycw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-6844481509686245310</id><published>2009-03-06T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:52:56.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break-in: Boyfriend’s Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a) Break into her page when she’s not around and check her messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;b)  Hire a private detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;c)  Just ask her.  Her reaction will say it all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My answer will be (C) because thats wrong to break in to her messages and if if thinks she's playing his ugly ass then to break up with her. or not ask her, and if she looks like she's hiding something will there you go you got your answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-6844481509686245310?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6844481509686245310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=6844481509686245310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/6844481509686245310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/6844481509686245310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boyfriends-story.html' title='The Break-in: Boyfriend’s Story'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-6293493187412442730</id><published>2009-02-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:13:25.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster</title><content type='html'>a) You have no choice, tell her your phone is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;b) Tell her she needs to trust you and give you some space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Move away and work on a horse ranch...Or (hit her with a Horse Ranch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick (B) Only because I had to pick one of those answers and it was the best answer there.&lt;br /&gt;But if I would of make up my own answer I would of broken up with her. I don't want to be with some one that doesn't trust me, Why would I want to be with some one that always on top of me. OH HELL NO I would of killed her!..&lt;br /&gt;And I did have to deal with a TEXT MONSTER before It wasn't bad because I told that person "F..... you Don't write your mad annoying!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-6293493187412442730?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6293493187412442730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=6293493187412442730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/6293493187412442730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/6293493187412442730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='Text Monster'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-1642160217236248221</id><published>2009-02-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:07:49.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds Could be Cheap…</title><content type='html'>1.  How does De Beers make sure there are not too many diamonds in the world market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The De Beers buy all the diamonds and saves them up and makes great commercials so people can buy them and sell them for a higher price&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What does De Beers want us to think about diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they didn't hurt or killed people to get the diamonds they just bought them all and wanted to make a better deal with everyone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. How do magazines, advertisements, movies, songs, and music videos support De Beer’s message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies, songs, and magazines support De Beer message by telling everyone that diamonds are wonderful you need to have it  that you should wear one everyday. They are trying to earn more MONEY everyday by lying and trying to get people to buy their diamonds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-1642160217236248221?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1642160217236248221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=1642160217236248221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/1642160217236248221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/1642160217236248221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamonds-could-be-cheap.html' title='Diamonds Could be Cheap…'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-8038863694400252050</id><published>2009-02-02T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:11:14.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubblus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=234298&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTIyLjQuUEJ5eUFrVQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="_sid=234298&amp;_title=blood%20diamond&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTIyLjQuUEJ5eUFrVQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=234298&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTIyLjQuUEJ5eUFrVQ" FlashVars="_sid=234298&amp;_title=blood%20diamond&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTIyLjQuUEJ5eUFrVQ" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="340" allowscriptaccess="always" SeamlessTabbing="false" name="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-8038863694400252050?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8038863694400252050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=8038863694400252050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/8038863694400252050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/8038863694400252050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Bubblus'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-3372831275203247594</id><published>2009-01-30T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:47:59.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a…</title><content type='html'>Beyonce is Trying to say that Guys arre cheaters and if she was a boy and they were in her place they wouldn't like it. She would be a better man that's the point in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree because not every guy is a jerk, just most of the guys but its really hard to find the one that you know wouldn't cheat on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-3372831275203247594?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3372831275203247594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=3372831275203247594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3372831275203247594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3372831275203247594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were.html' title='If I were a…'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-3251141215719867427</id><published>2009-01-08T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:06:20.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I found a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who knew everything I felt.&lt;br /&gt;She knew my every weakness,&lt;br /&gt;And the problems I've been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;She understood my wonders,&lt;br /&gt;And listened to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She listened to how I felt about life and love,&lt;br /&gt;And knew what it all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did she interrupt me,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She understood what I was going through,&lt;br /&gt;And promised she'd stay long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to this friend&lt;br /&gt;To show her that i care&lt;br /&gt;To pull her close and let her know&lt;br /&gt;How much I need her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;To pull her a bit nearer&lt;br /&gt;And realized that this perfect friend I found&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing but my mirror.... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I cry you help me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy you hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;When I grin you know I'm really mad&lt;br /&gt;because you are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there in thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;You hear me out when I want to talk&lt;br /&gt;You help me out when I get mad&lt;br /&gt;You are the bestest friend I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hear me out when I say&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in my day&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon in my night&lt;br /&gt;You shine very bright&lt;br /&gt;You are the bestest friend I have&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you &lt;3x&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk our path of life,&lt;br /&gt;We meet people everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Most are simply met by chance.&lt;br /&gt;But, some are sent our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These become special friends&lt;br /&gt;Whose bond we can't explain;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who understand us&lt;br /&gt;And share our joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love contains no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;So, even we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;Their presence enhances us&lt;br /&gt;With a warmth felt in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love becomes a passageway,&lt;br /&gt;When even the miles disappear.&lt;br /&gt;And so, these friends, God sends our way,&lt;br /&gt;Remain forever near. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-3251141215719867427?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3251141215719867427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=3251141215719867427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3251141215719867427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3251141215719867427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-3039872744894679071</id><published>2009-01-06T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:36:40.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPOTHETICALLY.</title><content type='html'>LOVE?....love is a strong feeling for some-one...someone you can trusth someone that their for you til the end of time. Some one thats not afraid to show you love.. to keep you in their armss,save... warm. Whenever they look into your eyes &amp;amp; u begin to get butterflies Then your heart skips a beat And ur lips passionately meet then your heart start racing when ya stop kissing..wanting more thinking why had we stopped. Always on mind no matter or who is trying to mess you tooo up. Some1 your always wondering whats in there mind but you can't read their mind.. but its really hard for you to guess. IS HE/HER THEY THINKING ABOUT ME?.....LOVE is about putting your heart out to that person.. it's only you n your love, no one else just you. LOVE is a strong word. And know it’ll work out somehow some way. Some say we’re dumb and foolish But all your heart could ever do is tell you that your'll always LOVE THEM. wen your heart beats wiff his/her's. wen you find someone you put your whole life to. Something thats not a game. Hearing, Kissing some one thats in your mind &amp;amp; can't forgett bout.. not even 1 secound. Tears that drops out of your eyes everytime your away from them. Someone impossible to waste your tears on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-3039872744894679071?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3039872744894679071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=3039872744894679071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3039872744894679071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/3039872744894679071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/hypothetically.html' title='HYPOTHETICALLY.'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-1005136770788898631</id><published>2008-11-07T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:30:51.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day without my sense of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ugh I'm Exhausted i say while telling my wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Honey come and eat" my wife yells out the room.. I"m going ,just let brush my teeth.  "honey this tooth paste don't taste like anything." i said "Um pancakes with eggs my favorite." the taste of the pancakes wasn't really in my mouth. i wonder "honey i can't taste the pancakes." "what are you talking about?, it's there it taste great." she said with a worry face "are you sure." i said , first the tooth paste and now the pancakes, what's happening?" "honey try the egg's." she said getting worry every second. "Nope nothing." maybe it's the way you cook?" yeah it might be that" i say while laughing . "NO!", it's not the way i cook because i taste it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LET ME FART IN YOUR MOUTH TO SEE IF YOU CAN TASTE THAT!" she yells out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HONEY YOUR SMART!" i yell with happiness . "alright here i go" she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pup pup......." right in my mouth. "nope nothing" i said trying to get the taste in my mouth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"maybe you lost your sense of taste honey." she said, " so that means i can feed you dog food because it's cheaper, sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-1005136770788898631?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1005136770788898631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=1005136770788898631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/1005136770788898631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/1005136770788898631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/typical-day-without-my-sense-of.html' title='A typical day without my sense of'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-7617798338070487047</id><published>2008-10-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:17:36.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Workers Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Working every hours not living life not wondering how i would i be living if i was in school, living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every day when Im cooking or creating rugs or clothing, it's really hard to live it's hard to get money with this job but i would not stop i would not give up on my family to take care of them to bring food to my table. I get burn at least three times a day. it's hard for me to work and to do things my body is not really for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel bad and disappointed of what of world has became.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday i worry about how can i bring food my table a other way and still go to school and be some one in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grades are bad i don't understand anything, i am far behind from everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could change my life all around i would of been in school learning and having a job right after school and everyone in my family have a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-7617798338070487047?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7617798338070487047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=7617798338070487047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/7617798338070487047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/7617798338070487047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-farm-workers-part-1.html' title='Child Farm Workers Part 1'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-7811222186915204817</id><published>2008-10-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:01:29.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SRg-reHlf4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bPg6A5YRTWE/s1600-h/star-tattoo-11588605008352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SRg-reHlf4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bPg6A5YRTWE/s320/star-tattoo-11588605008352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267028680749973378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Well i think tattoos are hot because the way it looks on people and the creation, the meaning and what people represent in there life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i do want a tattoo because i think there's nothing bad about that and it will look nice on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd. I Kind of think its disgusting because people don't know how to take care of it, then they will get so many tattoos and it will look rediculus. also i think its disgusting because when I get older it will be all nasty and wrinkly. But its like art every where. but just better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 third. Maybe i will get a tattoo on my neck because i think its nice but like i said i don't want to get old and look at a ugly neck saggy. Some people also gets tattoo because they want some body's name and to show that she or he love's that person so much that they want the world to know.&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/8288508562621567614-7811222186915204817?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7811222186915204817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=7811222186915204817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/7811222186915204817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/7811222186915204817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title='Tattoo?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SRg-reHlf4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bPg6A5YRTWE/s72-c/star-tattoo-11588605008352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-2427901357403049519</id><published>2008-09-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:05:31.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Gold Miner</title><content type='html'>I am a african warrior i work hard for money so i can give to my family. &lt;div&gt;They treat me like an ugly animal eating from the floor like I'm a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is really hard out here in africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mama and Papa are dying every day little by little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only 12 years old walking for weeks gets me drawn and Weak  I wake up before the sun comes up and walk for hours just to got to the mine. By the time I get there my feet are sore from walking bare foot but the work didn't even start&lt;br /&gt;I work for long torturous hours everyday but still I barely have enough money to eat let alone support my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Every day i wish to be able to live the life and become a normal child to live and have fun and to have a lots of friends. hoping i can help my family other way hoping life wasn't crul and cold. Wishing i can give the life my mama and papa always dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish one day this will be all over for every childhood.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-2427901357403049519?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2427901357403049519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=2427901357403049519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/2427901357403049519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/2427901357403049519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/becoming-gold-miner.html' title='Becoming a Gold Miner'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288508562621567614.post-2114808563750832698</id><published>2008-09-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:04:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SNb9CH_yxPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cV2kyHR1sMk/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660628695074034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SNb9CH_yxPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cV2kyHR1sMk/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WELCOME TO MY PAGE FEEL FREE TO TO WRITE OR LOOK I DONT CARE DO YOU. AND WHO EVER WRITE BAD STUFF I DONT REALLY CARE FEEL FREE IF YOU WANT KAY. WELL ALL MY BLOGGS ARE GOING TO BE ME IGHT IM NOT GOING TO BE WRITING A LONG DUM STORY ABOUT WHACK THINGS IF I DO ITS BECAUSE I DONT LIKE BLOGGING TRUST ME I DONT BUT ANYWAYS FEEL FREE. AND WELCOME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288508562621567614-2114808563750832698?l=burean2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2114808563750832698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288508562621567614&amp;postID=2114808563750832698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/2114808563750832698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288508562621567614/posts/default/2114808563750832698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burean2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='WELCOME!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354103591798244371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SXnGCexU5CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xAi_2Y7AJ2M/S220/heyyyyy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBsULtdjBOI/SNb9CH_yxPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cV2kyHR1sMk/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
