tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73350609740392955112024-03-12T21:02:13.707-04:00One Post WonderA collection of amazing blogs that have one post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-19145762336075828392011-06-17T10:59:00.002-04:002011-06-17T11:01:35.920-04:00WHATSTHISABOUT.TUMBLR.COM - Are Tumblrs the new Blogspots?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LRZqaSz-Qw/TftsKqM4PTI/AAAAAAAAA74/A07vCH7uKlE/s1600/WHATSTHISABOUT.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LRZqaSz-Qw/TftsKqM4PTI/AAAAAAAAA74/A07vCH7uKlE/s400/WHATSTHISABOUT.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619203890457623858" /></a><br /><br />my first actual post..<br />my name is diamond i am 20 years old… i got married at 18 to aaron we moved away and i grew up fast and then when me moved back home i was 3 months pregnant with my now nine week old. im trying to overcome my everyday life of just a house wife & mother even though im a college student and have that going for me i have to include some hobbys in and start wrighting in a blog or i may go stir crazy…. Aarons nanny is helping us remodel our new home and ill be posting pictures of our remodeling and my projects… <br /><br />Posted 3 days agoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-27155206961978468432010-01-20T18:35:00.000-05:002010-01-20T18:36:30.014-05:00RUHAPPY.BLOGSPOT.COM - 3 Post Extra Special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eTYPIaHAI/AAAAAAAAAzw/VQoSq_htrKI/s1600-h/ruhappy.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eTYPIaHAI/AAAAAAAAAzw/VQoSq_htrKI/s400/ruhappy.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428969920406363138" /></a><br /><br />i be more melodramatic!!)<br />Saturday, April 21, 2001<br />just went to see phantom of the opera, so amazing and now i'm intending to download every song off napster and talking of which, go here<br />it rocks and napster needs all the help it can get. Ok i'm off now, could liz actually be in a good? mood!!<br />x<br /><br />posted by liz at Saturday, April 21, 2001<br />Friday, April 20, 2001<br />ahhhh!! hate life at the mo, in such a rush to get somewhere and can't rahhh!! i will continue to scream!!! stupid me wasting time by writing this thinG!!<br /><br />posted by liz at Friday, April 20, 2001<br />Thursday, April 19, 2001<br />just had my new blog set up since i think its better than my other crappy one!!! kinda happy, maybe thats the red bull!!<br /><br />posted by liz at Thursday, April 19, 2001Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-35648786732720484492010-01-20T18:25:00.003-05:002010-01-20T18:27:47.496-05:00ABLOGOFMYOWN.BLOGSPOT.COM - Dedicated 2 Butterteam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eQ_dguPFI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DNG_4n3RNOE/s1600-h/ABLOGOFMYOWN.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eQ_dguPFI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DNG_4n3RNOE/s400/ABLOGOFMYOWN.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428967295746456658" /></a><br /><br />Saturday, June 12, 2004<br />Hey Redwood - I created a blog<br /><br />Hey Bronson - Just wanted you to see my blog - I had to create one to post on yours - what is up chicken butt??<br /><br />posted by KingJeni @ 7:11 PM 7 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-63406498267194351012010-01-20T18:21:00.003-05:002010-01-20T18:23:18.164-05:00GONEASGONE.BLOGSPOT.COM - Hu r u?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eQDWatYxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1HNTx1FHoGs/s1600-h/goneasgone.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/S1eQDWatYxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1HNTx1FHoGs/s400/goneasgone.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428966263050035986" /></a><br /><br />Thursday, January 26, 2006<br />Relics of time...<br />We lose those who we love the most...but it is they hu we will always remember once they r gone...friends r easy to gain but hard to lose in tym wen u get close to them...everyday we continue living the life we think is perfect, where the flaws r hidden and the mistakes r forgotten...those who see the value and meaning of life r those ppl who we call weird...they r those hu wake up from the dream and temptations of life...<br />Everyday, the word SORRY is repeated...as time passes, it becomes meaningless..we tend not to repeat our mistakes but we r always compelled to repeat history...we should never expect one to get wat he always wants...true life is full of expectations...true life is full of great and wonderful things...and true life holds a great deal of mystery...you hu shud know wat i mean must know that once limits have been reached we tend to give up...l<br /><br />posted by Shadow at 3:15 AM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-72725154715338506392009-10-26T13:34:00.001-04:002009-10-26T13:34:54.316-04:00STUDMUPPET.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXdrI9nrhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yXc1NNOmQ6M/s1600-h/studmuppet.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXdrI9nrhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yXc1NNOmQ6M/s400/studmuppet.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396963461683457554" /></a><br /><br />Saturday, October 02, 2004<br />Stud Muppet <br />This is tha story of how my life got fliped up side down becaue I was standing on my head, <br />I'll tell you all abut how to become a prince mild of bill's hair. <br /><br />It was seven o'clock,I was looking rather shabby on my hair,witch is asshair from below...you know. The sun wassn't shining and the clouds wassn't shining either. I had to drink sopm urin,...ekskjus me, I ment water. The water wassn't rather hot...but pretty cold ...had to drink it fast to avoid pain that can be reseved by stupide obuse...rather harmless actually...but still. <br />The postman,Koy Orgjær,used to be gay...he allways came five minutes late,..to day he wassn't late,....I HATE when that happens,...so i killed he's monkey buttface with a big hammerslam.I traveled south....because that's were I use to work.I am a waist of talent,my tomagochy misslead unoutorised secretary woman said....she hate cheese cake,...but eat's it anyway...it's rather crazy actually if you ask me....she often marries me without asking,it's stupid....then she wont sleep with my and says that I look to uptight for her taste,so we devorse...Now I must hide forever....... <br /> <br />posted by Stud Muppet at 2:40 PM 3 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-57803278266424687172009-10-26T13:28:00.001-04:002009-10-26T13:29:52.776-04:00PASTA.BLOGSPOT.COM - Will Keep A Blog For Year 2003<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXcZ_8EKtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0RtGHq9LY1c/s1600-h/pasta.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXcZ_8EKtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0RtGHq9LY1c/s400/pasta.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396962067691612882" /></a><br /><br />Wednesday, January 01, 2003<br />ill with cold this second day of the new year...leak leak sob sob. Just microwaved a sausage, and it looked like an exploded finger. :( But ate it anyway and it tastes ok... <br />posted by Nadyne at 11:57 PMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-1570954550966048292009-10-26T13:19:00.001-04:002009-10-26T13:23:18.180-04:00STUFFSTRANGERSLIKE.BLOGSPOT.COM - So Close to that Book Deal!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXa4Y0c3oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/i8suyhl7GI0/s1600-h/babies.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SuXa4Y0c3oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/i8suyhl7GI0/s400/babies.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396960390743383682" /></a><br /><br />Friday, April 24, 2009<br />1) Babies<br /><br />Strangers of all stripes go ape-shit for babies. They take babies as an opportunity to smile and chuckle indulgently at both you and baby, kiss your baby without asking, shout over the crying baby that parenthood is a beautiful thing, talk loudly to their friend about how ridiculously cute that baby over there is and how they just want to eat it right up, and confess to you that they are trying to get pregnant and do you have any tips.<br /><br />If you are a single man looking to pick up, babies are a great way to meet people! You will become instantly irresistible to women of child-bearing age, and you get extra sensitivity points for being seen with a baby. Female strangers will have no qualms about coming over to pet the baby and see if you have a wedding ring. If you don't have a baby of your own, ask your friends if you can borrow theirs.<br /><br />WARNING: Beware desperate maternally-crazed baby-snatching strangers! Do not leave your baby unattended in the presence of strangers. <br />Posted by Marion+Becca at 7:24 AM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-18985977889366431492009-10-12T18:49:00.000-04:002009-10-12T18:50:23.305-04:00GUYS.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOypakR2eI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xaTZSwwLhJI/s1600-h/GUYS.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOypakR2eI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xaTZSwwLhJI/s400/GUYS.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391849603468483042" /></a><br /><br />Why do guys have problems?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-33080704070184607712009-10-12T18:40:00.001-04:002009-10-12T18:41:39.679-04:00TAMMI.BLOGSPOT.COM - 2 Post Special<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOwVEWOMLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/T-psJbQTTeY/s1600-h/tammi.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOwVEWOMLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/T-psJbQTTeY/s400/tammi.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391847054883303602" /></a><br /><br />Tuesday, June 04, 2002<br />oopsies i guess kevin will be mad at me tomorrow... i just told his mom about him getting in trouble for talking... oh well she needs to know these things for that boy is barely graduating... and if he doesn't pass then he will won't walk for graduation he's barely passing now... i am still so upset that mom gave away my baby chau on saturday:( <br />posted by Tammi at 2:43 PM <br /><br />Friday, May 31, 2002<br />I just took this really cool quiz at jenni's blogs... it said that the type of piercing i was, was an earring... hmmm thats true i guess... oh roger looked so hot today... he was wearing this baby blue shirt that said i wanna be like roy (roy's the swim/ h2o polo coach) lmao richies shirt was so funny.. it said "got balls?" on the front and had a picture of himself (looking naked [ a hat was covering up his spedo]) on the back... i'm so tired i woke up early so i could finish my hamlet diary, and went to bed late b/c i was working on that too... i asked jakey if he wanted to go to grad nite wioth me and he said yeah... he said he'd have to mow lawns to come up with the 48 dollars for the ticket though...<br /><br />Which Piercing are you?<br /><br />posted by Tammi at 6:06 PMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-74361565246240578862009-10-12T18:27:00.000-04:002009-10-12T18:28:40.818-04:001POSTATTEMPT.BLOGSPOT.COM - Reaching for the Starz<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOtjmVWZbI/AAAAAAAAAys/2TXZzhfqiug/s1600-h/1postattempt.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/StOtjmVWZbI/AAAAAAAAAys/2TXZzhfqiug/s400/1postattempt.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391844005989737906" /></a><br /><br />Saturday, October 10, 2009<br />1st Post<br /> <br />Here is my attempt at a 1 post blog. Let's see how it goes. Hopefully I can keep this up. <br />Posted by Alex Garner at 6:54 PM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-21480784309222029402009-08-26T12:58:00.002-04:002009-08-26T12:59:32.880-04:00DAILYJOURNAL.BLOGSPOT.COM - 2 Post (extra) Special<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SpVp3GqhiFI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MwUW39lpoKc/s1600-h/DAILYJOURNAL.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SpVp3GqhiFI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MwUW39lpoKc/s400/DAILYJOURNAL.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374318125739247698" /></a><br /><br />Thursday, November 29, 2001<br />[November 29, 2001 | 11:05 AM] Howard Roark <br /><br />I just returned from some program called "Police Pride". Description: Community police officers come into the school to interact with the teeange children. Its purpose is to place the adolescents in the shoes of the police and give them a taste of what is like to be a cop. Most of us teens do not have favorable impression of the police, and rightfully so. <br /><br />We see the police every day after school. They watch us closely. They mace us whenever there may be an "altercation" between two students. I, for one, being involved in local politics, get harrased along with my compatriots by the cops under the umbrella of the part machine in power. <br /><br />But after this program, I along with the other class leaders that were chosen by the principal to participate, acquired a new perception of the police - one that is more understanding and more appreciative. It seems easy what the police do on a daily basis, but this program showed us that it really isn't as it seems. We saw that a crowd of people can esaily turn into a mob. We saw that a simple car stop can turn into a total shoot out. <br />posted by Howard at 8:21 AM <br /><br />Monday, November 05, 2001<br />You enter the offices of Dr. Daniel Nozza and you see political lawn signs hanging on every wall. Next to one door, someone has taped an "End Tolls" bumper sticker on a door. Every room and hall has been stripped from the medical tools and tables and replaced with campaign lit, computerized voter lists, and telephones. Only the faint, unmistakable aroma of a doctor's office remains. <br /><br />There are four rooms. In each one, there are about two or three people assigned to a city, pulling up voters and calling them up. <br /><br />"Goodafternoon, is this the Dalton Family? . . . I'm calling from the 20th District Republican Party . . . Will you be voting on November 6th?" <br /><br />No one is being paid. Every single person, including the senate, assemble, and freeholder candidates are there on their own spare time with the same purpose: to defeat the Democratic party machine. <br /><br />posted by Howard at 7:27 AMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-35585192294216706132009-08-26T12:49:00.002-04:002009-08-26T12:53:27.318-04:00BEENGONE.BLOGSPOT.COM - (But Now I'm Back)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SpVob9rWB0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/3sTkuqMGmCs/s1600-h/BEENGONE.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SpVob9rWB0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/3sTkuqMGmCs/s400/BEENGONE.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374316559958673218" /></a><br /><br />Sunday, August 20, 2006<br />What "diss" Means <br />Boarding the Washington Metro on a sweltering summer Sunday for a trip to the Eastern Market for brunch. With trains running only four times an hour -- itself a revelation after Germany's well-served mass transit networks -- the train is crowded when it finally arrives. There are four seats available, though, so we are happy to sit down. One seat has a young man's papers on it, which he moves so one of us can sit. Another seat has a rumpled newspaper lying on it, which my son picks up to move out of his way.<br /><br />"Hey, man, keep your hands off my stuff!" the young man on the seat next to the newspaper barks.<br /><br />"Oh, sorry," my son says, and sits in a nearby seat, putting the newspaper down.<br /><br />"Don't mess with my property, man. Ask me to move it and I'll move it. You mess with my stuff, you disrespect me!" the young man bellows. "Don't disrespect people's stuff!"<br /><br />"Okay," I say across the aisle, sternly. "He's just a kid and he said he's sorry. Let it go."<br /><br />"Just tryin' to teach him some manners, is all!" the young man shouts at me. "Just tryin' to teach him some respect."<br /><br />"Okay," I say back, loudly. "We get it. He gets it. Let it go." I stare at him and he meets my gaze briefly and then looks away.<br /><br />We ride in silence for several stops. There is a tense silence among the others on the car. As the train approaches a stop, the young man gets up. He stands a few feet away, waiting for the train to stop. I feel him staring at me. I look up and briefly meet his eye, then look away. He is standing without holding on, his arms curved outward and fingers twitching like a gunfighter about to draw his six-shooters.<br /><br />"Just so you know," he bellows as the train pulls to a stop,"we're gettin' stronger and smarter every day. Every day. Every day, man!"<br /><br />"I don't know what that means," I say quietly. "I just think you're making a big deal over a piece of newspaper."<br /><br />"Just keep your mouth shut," someone behind me mutters. To me or to the other guy? To me, I think.<br /><br />"Well maybe you should find out!" bellows the young man. "Cause we're gettin' smarter and stronger every day!" The train stops and he stalks off.<br /><br />There is a collective drawing of breath as the doors close. Several people around me meet my eye and smile faintly, shaking their heads.<br />posted by The Suit at 7:36 PM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-79479419210412958292009-07-14T17:12:00.000-04:002009-07-14T17:13:01.935-04:00TELLITLIKEITIS.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/Slz01kWhM-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/n1UrIJUm0Xg/s1600-h/TELLITLIKEITIS.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/Slz01kWhM-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/n1UrIJUm0Xg/s400/TELLITLIKEITIS.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358426857792418786" /></a><br /><br />Thursday, February 07, 2002<br /><br />why did the title of my page change? well i am beginning to see things in a different perspective. I think i am beginning to take all these little clues and put them together. I really had no clue. But somehow im beginning to see what i want to do...and who i want to be..and who my real friends are. <br /><br />I really enjoyed reading tims website. His entry from last night is something i think everyone should read. Recently on my old page i wrote basically a short version of tims ideas. Im glad someone else has these views. Its weird to see how many of us really think about these things. I really thought i was the only person who thought about smoking in that way. Im really happy that tim has the same mindset. And tim i think me and you think too much about stuff. You could see me in the hallway in school and probably never think that i am the type to think about everything so cautiously and how i really think things through. But i am that person. And i like it that way because i dont regret things i do. I dont think anyone should. <br /><br />Maybe i have fallen out of the so called loop...or maybe i just lost the flow of things. I really am trying to just see what i am doing this year. Last yr was just following the rules, and doing everything to get through school. I see this year as a time to find myself. and maybe its a time to find new friends..or just who my real ones are. I dont really care what my grades are..and i dont really care what i end up doing on a friday night. I like where i am ..and i like who im spending all this time with. I want everyone to take a step back and see if they are where they want to be. If what they are doing in there spare time is actually what they want to do. If who they talk to everyday is actually who they want to talk to. It really matters. <br /><br />i may sounds like i have no idea what im talkin about, but i am where i want to be.<br />posted by Ann 11:19 AMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-10803350052746215432009-07-06T15:14:00.001-04:002009-07-06T15:15:45.768-04:00MOSAICOFSUBCULTURES.BLOGSPOT.COM - Thanks, Brad!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SlJNQ7Cl66I/AAAAAAAAAyI/pXXO-FRTLd0/s1600-h/mosaic.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SlJNQ7Cl66I/AAAAAAAAAyI/pXXO-FRTLd0/s400/mosaic.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355427860018752418" /></a><br /><br />Sunday, November 19, 2006<br />The First Post <br />After registering my domain name what must be years ago, I decided I had to have a blog. As a learning exercise, I was going to roll my own. First it would be made in Php wait no- Java, ok, maybe Ruby, hmmm Python? Years later, screw all that. Whats the point in writing something someone else has already mastered? So, thanks blogger.com for this space. Hopefully I'll be using it more and more every day...<br />Labels: intro boring tired sleepy crap<br /><br />posted by Ivan at 1:08 AM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-54501558339200415662009-06-28T10:30:00.000-04:002009-06-28T10:30:04.770-04:00BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbLpfi__EI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zo8wxoOb1Kw/s1600-h/blooooooooog.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbLpfi__EI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zo8wxoOb1Kw/s400/blooooooooog.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347685521252416578" /></a><br /><br />Πέμπτη, 20 Δεκέμβριος 2007<br />blog <br />blog blog blogblog blog, blog blog bloggg blooogblog blog .<br />mama blogg blog blooog bllog bblog,<br />blog blog blog blog blogblgob bllog blgoog bloooog .! :)<br />Blog! blog blog bloog bbloogblog gblog bloog glob blog (blobglobglobg)!<br />B! blog blobloblog blooogbl globlogbloggolb blog glog glob gl,<br />ob blogg bloog bloog blog blog blogblobog blgoblgo blgob logo<br />blog! blog blog gblogggg blooog<br />bb (blog blog)! <@:) <br />Αναρτήθηκε από blogger στις 7:00 πμ 0 σχόλιαUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-62679736021817686902009-06-27T11:28:00.000-04:002009-06-27T11:28:01.596-04:00BLOOOG.BLOGSPOT.COM - The Best Blog That You Ever Seen<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbLQj9d8RI/AAAAAAAAAxI/JEhjtcQbmmY/s1600-h/BLOOOG.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbLQj9d8RI/AAAAAAAAAxI/JEhjtcQbmmY/s400/BLOOOG.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347685092940443922" /></a><br /><br />Thursday, September 26, 2002<br />It´s diferent come with us, I wanna see everybody crazy, with the dance of the crazy I don´t wanna anyone stop... <br />posted by O meu at 11:02 AM <br /><br />Now it´s 3 o´clock and im here sit and a REALLy don´t know what to write here.... so... <br />one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven twelve, thirteen... sorry if i made a mistake =P <br />posted by O meu at 11:02 AMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-10528025149800076902009-06-26T10:27:00.000-04:002009-06-26T10:27:01.210-04:00ABOUT-ME.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbK4shrNSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/7fVVk62JKmE/s1600-h/ABOUT-ME.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbK4shrNSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/7fVVk62JKmE/s400/ABOUT-ME.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347684682922931490" /></a><br /><br />Friday, February 24, 2006<br />Much Ado About Nothing <br /><br />It seems funny to me to think about this whole port management deal that is happening right now in Washington. I find it ironic that this has caused such a stir amongst the people when the administration clearly thought this was "much ado about nothing." I can see both sides of this coin, while it is true that we would be giving some access to a governing body (UAE) which has in the past supported and funded terrorist organizations, they are not going to run the security of the ports just the inventory and manual labor. So while I can see that there is some validity to the concerns poised about this move but in the end they may be moot.<br /><br />posted by Jeremy Watson at 10:52 AM | 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-21890740034015191302009-06-25T07:23:00.000-04:002009-06-25T07:23:00.531-04:00ILOVEROBERT.BLOGSPOT.COM - "and then washed/vacuumed/armorall'd my car"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbKXc-gYcI/AAAAAAAAAw4/6jjWecXPHfo/s1600-h/iloverobert.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbKXc-gYcI/AAAAAAAAAw4/6jjWecXPHfo/s400/iloverobert.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347684111813206466" /></a><br /><br />Monday, August 23, 2004<br />All Alone <br />I'm so sad right now :( I know that my Robert is at work and making money and stuff but I'm sad cause I haven't talked to him alllll day! And, I'm worried about the girls that will go into the lab for help. It's 5:21pm atm and Robert isn't going to be home till like 8:15!!! Oh my gosh! I suppose I'll read and stuff but I can't believe how sad I am without him right now :( <br /><br />For the sake of taking up space, let me recap my day: <br /><br />Today I woke up and ate an ice cream sandwich cause I love them so and then I mowed the lawn, trimmed the bushes, and then washed/vacuumed/armorall'd my car. It looks so nice and clean and shiny; I love my car. And, while washing my car and detailing it, I listened to the CD Robert made for me last night; I think he snuck some songs on there I didn't know about, but that's ok cause I like them all. Then, I took a shower and got ready to go out. I didn't want to actually and I knew I'd be in a bad mood but I did anyhow. I got a new alarm clock, phone, and DMB CD at Best Buy. Then I got gas in my nice clean car and went to the grocery store. My mom is cooking lasagna atm and it smells good. I'm hungry. And I'm almost done with this Blog post.... Well, that's all -- how boring. <br /><br />I love you Robert and I can't wait to talk to you later!! <3> <br /><br />Note: Here is a pic of us below :) <br /><br />posted by Heb @ 5:30 PM 0 comments <br /><br />Here is a funny pic my Robert and I took once :) <br /> <br />Hiking yay! <br /><br />posted by Heb @ 5:20 PM 0 comments <br /><br />Thursday, August 12, 2004<br />I Love Robert SOOO Much!!! <br />I love my handsome man more than anything in the world. He is smart, funny, witty, handsome, sweet, and a bunch of other things that I don't have words to explain. I love you Robert, my future other half :) <br /><br />posted by Heb @ 10:50 PM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-44750695619311195662009-06-24T08:23:00.000-04:002009-06-24T08:23:00.937-04:00ILOVETOM.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbJ3F191BI/AAAAAAAAAww/FAT5LpZ9THA/s1600-h/ILOVETOM.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbJ3F191BI/AAAAAAAAAww/FAT5LpZ9THA/s400/ILOVETOM.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347683555847558162" /></a><br /><br />Monday, January 06, 2003<br />ok...i am obessed with tom martin! i can't help it! he is such a wonderful person... he has a gret head on his shoulders and he wants to be the president... i mean how more perfect can u be hehe... well see ya know i have this lil harmless crush... then he gets a g/f i am crushed, but i know they won't last,... <br /><br />then like 4 months later who was right?.... yea they break up... him and i spend a wonderful new years together, toasting grape juice, spending a party outside in the rain talking b4 midnight, just having a wonderful time.. then his stupid ex comes in, and she is trying to take him back, kissing him, as he is saying no no don't kiss me... grabbing him, forcing him down on the couch so she can make a sad attempt at making out, of which he is saying no no... <br /><br />so i am upset, yes, but also i had a wonderful time with him, and he was trying to get out of it... and b4 while we were in the rain hehe he was saying how she is so strange and how her moods are horrible and such... <br /><br />so, then that night and in to the morning his ex and i stay up talking about tom, and how she doesn't like him, and how she wants to date another guy and how they are just closer then they were when they were dating, but they are JUST FRIENDS.... <br /><br />kay, now we have a formal comming up... it's right around christmas,,, i give tom his christmas present today, and he likes it.... then i am back at home... he IM's me "i love the present, thank you so much.." and he continues to thank me, then i get IM'ed by someone i don't know... here's how it goes "her":heyheyhey me:whose this?? "her": mikella "her": I am going with Tom to the formal! then she got off... <br /><br />the nerve! this is after she got the assumption that i really liked him at the party... how could she do this?! i am so crushed! when i asked him about it, he said he knew he was crazy, he asked me to wish him luck, and he said he did it cause she asked him to go... there is a such thing as a no... there i guess that's all for now....more later <br /><br />*if this is here twice sry... it's messed up <br /><br />posted by *~shorty~* at 7:18 PMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-89565717553729487552009-06-23T10:02:00.000-04:002009-06-23T10:02:00.981-04:00IHATEMIKE.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbJROuSeGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/UC6nWustyGw/s1600-h/IHATEMIKE.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbJROuSeGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/UC6nWustyGw/s400/IHATEMIKE.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347682905396246626" /></a><br /><br />Tuesday, April 26, 2005<br />mike is a stupid idiot <br />He thinks he has friends, but he doesn't because he is mean and hates people who have friends with cooler kids than him. I personally wanna die if he tried to be cool. <br /><br />posted by Chris Bologeer at 3:14 PM | 6 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-72816258952818344782009-06-23T08:19:00.000-04:002009-06-23T08:19:01.152-04:00ILOVEMIKE.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbI7vyRd_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nQGBRogftAU/s1600-h/ILOVEMIKE.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbI7vyRd_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nQGBRogftAU/s400/ILOVEMIKE.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347682536314206194" /></a><br /><br />Tuesday, August 27, 2002<br />wOwzerz...27th of August allready? shnapz...school is just around the corner and i am so not even ready for that...anyways, at this moment, i'm talking to my buddy charles...we're talking about one of my best friends monica...whom me and her got into a really dumb fight...and now she wants to be cool...wow...she makes me feel miserable for like 2 days and now she wanna be cool...LOL...i lOve yOu giRL if you reading! hehehe =) anyways, it's cOoL...me and the lOve Of mY LiFe is supposed to be kickin' it tomorrow...he gots the day off, so i better take advantage of it ; ) hehehe...me and him are doing allright i guess...i sorta' told him my feelings about us and him and it kinda' set him off a lil'...geez...together over one year and he can't even understand my feelings...but it's cool...he tries...and i love him for it...what else today? <br />well, i went to the DOL to take my written test so i can finally get my license all set up and shiet...but they said i allready took it when i went to get my permit...so that saved me 10 bucks! so i got to schedual my drive test...but damnitt, the only day they have open is September 3rd...RIGHT BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS ain't that a biatch? oh wells...i need to get it fosho or else that $18.00 parking pass i purchased at school ain't worth $18.00! damnitt...=( s'ok though =) my friends and mah man backing me up telling me that i will pass it! yeah...i have to get it the first time...it's at bremerton...which peepz are saying is really hard there...but at poulsbo the only time they have is September 10th! i can't have that! =/ oh wells...well, until next time...peece out...muah...much love <3 Lez <br />posted by Lezlie at 11:17 PMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-44012824192444477522009-06-22T12:32:00.000-04:002009-06-22T12:32:01.678-04:00WH0.BLOGSPOT.COM - 2 Post Wonder<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbMUULPsLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EktQ10g_liE/s1600-h/WH0.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbMUULPsLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EktQ10g_liE/s400/WH0.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347686256934367410" /></a><br /><br />Monday, December 22, 2003<br /> .. what? I cant find my jacket. thats fucked. ¶ 12:23 PM <br />Saturday, December 13, 2003<br /> " how the hell.. " alright, so we're tryin to figure how the hell to keep raeanne, my roommate, out of our garage for two days. Richard aka Batman and I figured duct tape and a piece of paper should work well seeing as how we couldn't find the key. " stay out, rae " with duct tape around the edges is what is reads on the garage door. alright, cool, so we got that down. We brought rae's new car from mikes garage to mine and now we're installin' all sorts of shit in it. <br />batman- how the hell do these seatcover things go on? <br />Shit. Seatcovers? why do chicks need seatcovers? its got fabric stuff on the seats already. why you guys need somethin over that? especially this crap with hawaiian <br />FLOW-ERS on it. but anyways, rae ain't home yet, she hasn't seen our sign.. or that we took her garage door remote out of her current car.. or that we took all of her cds out of her car also.. yeah. basically we're gonna get killed by the end of the night but.. oh well. she'll love us again around christmas time. ¶ 12:42 AMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-19324921935320370692009-06-22T08:17:00.000-04:002009-06-22T08:17:11.781-04:00IH8MYSELF.BLOGSPOT.COM - 3 Post Special<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbIdfj846I/AAAAAAAAAwY/8vVCA-jVvc0/s1600-h/IH8MYSELF.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbIdfj846I/AAAAAAAAAwY/8vVCA-jVvc0/s400/IH8MYSELF.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347682016563094434" /></a><br /><br />Sunday, June 15, 2008<br />crap<br /> <br />I feel like I'm just spending every moment getting ready to die, that all I'm doing here is preparing myself for what I deep down know is inevitable. And don't fucking think this is some kind of cry for help, cause it ain't. Guess I'm just looking for a meaning and/or purpose, like everyone else, and that living is the search for it. But I'm goddamn sick of it.<br /><br />Lagt inn av ih8myself på 6:17:00 PM 0 kommentarer <br />Monday, September 17, 2007<br />Uploaded some pictures<br /> <br />Ok so I'm bored. Made a few sick pictures with Photoshop, uploaded to http://ih8myself.deviantart.com Internet is boring<br /><br />Lagt inn av ih8myself på 10:01:00 AM 0 kommentarer <br />Friday, November 15, 2002<br />Every other goddamn webpage on the net these days is a blog, so I've always thought that it's hopeless to start one. Won't get any attention, but then I realized I didn't want attention, just like an outlet for all the shit I've been through. <br />Lagt inn av ih8myself på 2:45:00 AM 0 kommentarer <br />Etiketter: 1st <br />Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-79308781246295995522009-06-21T11:11:00.001-04:002009-06-21T11:11:01.773-04:00ITSMYBIRTHDAY.BLOGSPOT.COM<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbHxWej1iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Fi0pslwFJq8/s1600-h/ITSMYBIRTHDAY.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbHxWej1iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Fi0pslwFJq8/s400/ITSMYBIRTHDAY.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347681258210317858" /></a><br /><br />Wednesday, October 27, 2004<br />You can <br />make a living dying.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335060974039295511.post-60927683699050616672009-06-20T09:10:00.000-04:002009-06-20T09:10:01.769-04:00MYBROKENHEARTS.BLOGSPOT.COM - 2 Post Special<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbHRk0GxDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/yuGup5qvZgw/s1600-h/MYBROKENHEARTS.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-cWskJG7u4/SjbHRk0GxDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/yuGup5qvZgw/s400/MYBROKENHEARTS.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347680712302969906" /></a><br /><br />Monday, July 24, 2006<br />Final Decision <br />Day after tomorrow that's mean 26.07.2006, I will makes a final decision in my life. I plan to forward the mails to him to get his response. I wanted him to know how hurt my feeling is and wanted him to feel guilty.<br /><br />Worst to worst, that will be the end of my love relationship. If he planned to have long run, this decision wouldnt be that bad after all.<br /><br />God bless me :)<br />posted by heartbrokengal @ 4:41 AM 0 comments <br /><br />Friday, July 21, 2006<br />1st Blog <br />Finally I decided blogging online. I have too much distress and pain. No where for me to talk and refer. Therefore I think the best way is here. Ever since from year 2005, all distress and pain keep surrounding me. I have faced dishonesty in my love relationship for more than 2 years. In fact, I am the one who found it myself without he tell me. Sigh! Am I stupid and easily being cheated. Am I too innocent to be cheated? Just before the Christmas, planning for travel. Never expect my first journey oversea will be so painful and unpleasant. No sign of regret were shown when declaring and explain the whole stories. I was so hurt and pain at that moment. I was thinking shall I let go such unloyal relationship? But love is always blind. I choosen to forgive him as I love him too deeply. Those unhappy feeling were bring back to Malaysia. He promised it wont happened again. Slowly my feeling back to normal. But in the middle, uncountable insomnia night I went thru. Who can I talk to? NONE! I cant share my sadness and distress feeling with anyone. I have promised him not to tell anyone such matter. I cant talk to him. What can I do? Times past quite fast, I went thru my life day by day. The trust slowly build. No one expected, few months ago received a message from undisclosed sender. Telling me, my beloved not only being with one gal but TWO gals. That time, immediately my heart being cut off. It is pain. I went home to get his clarification. We were argued and fight. He told me he have nothing with this B gal. Without thinking further, I apologise him for blaming him wrongly.I dont know what had happened between him and B gal. But I can said my sense told me, they have been together before. And today, it is proven my sense is ACCURATE. Again, I received an email from B gal. I dont know why she email to me.. But from there it is clearly shown that they both being together before. Just ended last year September. Those stories i have read thru her blog is true. They kisses before, hug before and being together before!! I remember I get his clarification on what have been wrote in that B gal's blog. He told me that maybe that B gal treated him as his ex. But thinking back now, I am such a silly gal. Easily believe what he said. He always ask me to trust him and to have confidence on him. But what he has done! He brokes everything. What should I do now? Shall I tell him I received a forwarded email and let go 8 years relationship? Can anyone advise me?-Heartbroken Gal-<br />posted by heartbrokengal @ 2:23 AM 0 commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com