<?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-7145307</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:51:12.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ care's thoughts ~</title><subtitle type='html'>...the ramblings of a struggling university commuter...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-8640298550267373634</id><published>2008-03-23T15:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:31:11.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'> always look beyond the surface.heard the story today and wanted to share.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= 000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'You will be rewarded for your hard work.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the motto that was drilled into the mind of the son of a wealthy family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward for high academic achievement was a car, any car of his choice, be it a volvo or a porche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this as the driving force, the son worked hard, strove, and succeeded on graduating at the top of his class at Harvard. Upon graduation, he returned home to celebrate with his family and waited eagerly for that long sought after prize...only to be given a wrapped 6" x 9" rectangle with a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Congratulations, Son, on your achievements. I love you.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, but still eager, the son ripped open the package only to find a gold-edged Bible. In shock and disgust, the son just turned to his father and asked, &lt;i&gt;'That's it? All that hard work, and all i get is another book to read?'&lt;/i&gt; Throwing the Bible to the ground, the son walked out and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, and the father sadly passed on, the son returned to pay his final respects, despite having never spoken to his father since the 'incident'. Upon review of his father's will, to his dismay, the son discovered that his inheritance was none other than a Bible. The very one that he had thrown to the ground many a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious as to why his father had bothered to keep it after all those years, the son took the time to open and inspect it. In it, he found two pieces of paper. The first was a congratulatory note. The second was a cheque made payable to him from his father in the exact amount of the dream car that he'd wanted all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did the father pay attention to what the son had wanted, but he was willing to provide...had the son only been willing to look beyond the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-8640298550267373634?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/8640298550267373634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/8640298550267373634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-look-beyond-surface-heard-story.html' title='&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; always look beyond the surface.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;heard the story today and wanted to share.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-7122059555822145816</id><published>2007-07-20T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:00:54.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align = center&gt;&lt;font color=000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've lived through it before, and i'll live through it again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...with no regrets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-7122059555822145816?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/7122059555822145816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/7122059555822145816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-lived-through-it-before-and-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-4112796053167792138</id><published>2007-07-18T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:52:59.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Stranger -- Hilary Duff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= 000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a queen when we go out, &lt;br /&gt;Wanna show everyone what our love's about.&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in me whenever there is a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;But when no ones around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do, &lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room? &lt;br /&gt;You made yourself look perfect in everyway&lt;br /&gt;So when this goes down, I'm the one who will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is working so you can just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Baby, your secret's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do, &lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long way back, from this place we are at.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the time I've wasted, I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do, &lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do, &lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-4112796053167792138?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/4112796053167792138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/4112796053167792138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/stranger-hilary-duff.html' title='&lt;p align = center&gt;&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; Stranger -- Hilary Duff&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-7712315432744756655</id><published>2007-05-23T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:09:52.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'> fun day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=000099&gt; boating's a fun recreation..but a cold, cold one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and there's nothing wrong with driving a cute motor boat. despite it being an 'unmanly' boat, me being there, reduced it's unmanliness cuz it'll just look like you were forced to drive it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then THE OLD SPAGHETTI FACTORY! that place is so cool. it's so colourful and fun and yummy and there's lots of stuff to look at! haha i wanna go on a merry go round now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun day. i know you were busy, but thx for coming out wif me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-7712315432744756655?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/7712315432744756655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/7712315432744756655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-day.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; fun day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-4810447963476048985</id><published>2007-03-17T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:06:33.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'> rant of the moment. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo guys just need to be wiped off this planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you deal with emo guys? they're so...ARGH! flipping retarded! i just can't be around them. i feel brain cells dying just being around them. honestly, just talking to them makes me wanna kick them in the face. don't they feel retarded being so wimpy???? which then totally just ruins everybody else's day by witnessing their weakness. what they need to do is find out where balls are being sold then buy a friggin pack of them. maybe that'll do something to make them less emo. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-4810447963476048985?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/4810447963476048985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/4810447963476048985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/03/rant-of-moment.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; rant of the moment. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-2866630061641059588</id><published>2007-02-27T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:37:23.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'> blurry -- puddle of mudd </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= 000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so blurry&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;pre-occupied without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;there's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it in my face&lt;br /&gt;this pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;there's noone left that's real&lt;br /&gt;to make up your own ending&lt;br /&gt;and let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;cause I am lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i will save you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the unclean&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what you thought&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;told you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you where to hide&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;showed you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take it all&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away...&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-2866630061641059588?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/2866630061641059588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/2866630061641059588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/blurry-puddle-of-mudd.html' title='&lt;p align = center&gt;&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; blurry -- puddle of mudd &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-117124466356307050</id><published>2007-02-11T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:44:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'> choices. Does it mean anything to you? In particular, what’s going on w/ the Christmas season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until last night, i'd totally forgotten about how Steve Hawkins had predicted the possibility of me becoming a prayer warrior. it'd be mine's for the taking if i choose to follow down that path. but in my current state, that's at the complete other end of the other spectrum from where i'm standing...and i don't really have plans to move towards that direction at the moment. and all it took was alex asking me whether or not i'd see myself going back, really going back to the church and God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i'll be back.it's too ingrained in me to ignore it forever. as to when...that's yet tbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i give God the time of day? another good question he asked me. i actually had to think about that one. in the conventional sense, no. i acknowledge Him, but i don't...i suppose...praise(?) Him, when something comes to mind. i just don't actively search God out. i'm not against it, in so much as, just not pursuing Him. life goes on as He plans it regardless of whether you want Him to or not. He knows what we'll do even though it is our choice in the end. there's no avoiding it, you just live it...and with the consequences of the choices that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-117124466356307050?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/117124466356307050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/117124466356307050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/choices-does-it-mean-anything-to-you.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; choices. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it mean anything to you? In particular, what’s going on w/ the Christmas season.&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-117064360335881918</id><published>2007-02-04T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:48:45.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'> words. Does it mean anything to you? In particular, what’s going on w/ the Christmas season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= 000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...found this in my collection of 'to be posted'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, no. Christmas really is just another day to me. It’s a celebration no doubt, but it’s more like a commemoration, not a super heart-felt honouring. I felt more for Remembrance Day than with Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitfall of working in retail is that I’ve become too jaded. It’s just too commercialized. The society just regards it as another opportunity to cash in the tail-end of the last quarter. ppl just give these days w/o a thought of those first gifts given to Baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-117064360335881918?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/117064360335881918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/117064360335881918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/words-does-it-mean-anything-to-you-in.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; words. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it mean anything to you? In particular, what’s going on w/ the Christmas season.&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-116708811499968502</id><published>2006-12-25T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:08:35.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Merrily Christmas to one and all. =) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-116708811499968502?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116708811499968502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116708811499968502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/merrily-christmas-to-one-and-all.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; Merrily Christmas to one and all. =) &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-116608059369116337</id><published>2006-12-14T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:16:33.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'> i was bored. </title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/kiss.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/melanoma-tan.gif" height="28" width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Emoticon is Cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/cool.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not feeling particularly up or down, just relaxed and calm. You're ready for whatever is going to happen next!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few slacker tendencies, but overall you tend not to slack.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to relax when the time is right, but you aren't lazy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-116608059369116337?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116608059369116337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116608059369116337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-bored.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; i was bored. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-116442185770918544</id><published>2006-11-24T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:30:57.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'> inspiring. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = 000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the most amazing kid come into the gap today. just days before, he had to undergo brain surgery as well as facial reconstruction. he actually came all the way from africa just to have this surgery done.. kinda like those stories you can watch on tv. i swear he couldn't have been more than 8. amazing to see how much this poor kid has gone through already before he's even hit the double digits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice to see how the hospital donated $350 worth of clothing to the child and because of the leftover money, there was some to give the mother some new things as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes you think back to what you really have and what your needs/desires are.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it at least makes some of mine's petty in comparison =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-116442185770918544?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116442185770918544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116442185770918544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/inspiring.html' title='&lt;font color= 9999FF&gt; inspiring. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-116242907983847245</id><published>2006-11-01T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:22:51.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'> First Grade Proverbs. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A first grade teacher collected well-known proverbs. She gave each kid in the class the first half of the proverb, and asked them to fill in the rest. Here's what the kids came up with: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ Better to be safe than... punch a 5th grader. &lt;br /&gt;2/ Strike while the... bug is close. &lt;br /&gt;3/ It's always darkest before... daylight savings time. &lt;br /&gt;4/ Never underestimate the power of... termites. &lt;br /&gt;5/ You can lead a horse to water but... how? &lt;br /&gt;6/ Don't bite the hand that... looks dirty. &lt;br /&gt;7/ No news is... impossible. &lt;br /&gt;8/ A miss is as good as a... Mr. &lt;br /&gt;9/ You can't teach an old dog... math. &lt;br /&gt;10/ If you lie down with dogs, you... will stink in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;11/ Love all, trust... me. &lt;br /&gt;12/ The pen is mightier than... the pigs. &lt;br /&gt;13/ An idle mind is... the best way to relax. &lt;br /&gt;14/ Where there is smoke, there's... pollution. &lt;br /&gt;15/ Happy is the bride who... gets all the presents. &lt;br /&gt;16/ A penny saved is... not much. &lt;br /&gt;17/ Two is company, three's... The Musketeers. &lt;br /&gt;18/ None are so blind as... Helen Keller. &lt;br /&gt;19/ Children should be seen and not... spanked or grounded. &lt;br /&gt;20/ If at first you don't succeed... get new batteries. &lt;br /&gt;21/ You get out of something what you... see pictured on the box. &lt;br /&gt;22/ When the blind lead the blind... get out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;23/ There is no fool like... Aunt Edie. &lt;br /&gt;24/ Laugh and the whole world laughs with you. Cry and... you have to blow your nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kids say the darnest things. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-116242907983847245?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116242907983847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/116242907983847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-grade-proverbs.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; First Grade Proverbs. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115997860134874875</id><published>2006-10-04T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:16:41.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'> quote of the day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Believe in the beauty of your dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115997860134874875?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115997860134874875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115997860134874875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; quote of the day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115842803565390543</id><published>2006-09-16T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:33:55.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'> random quote of the day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color=000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;'girls stink nice. boys just stink bad.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah joey..you're so jokes. only a guy could think of something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a good term w/ ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115842803565390543?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115842803565390543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115842803565390543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-quote-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; random quote of the day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115819899786795491</id><published>2006-09-13T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:56:37.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= 000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused and hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there wasn't such a thing as problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115819899786795491?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115819899786795491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115819899786795491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/confused-and-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115768512478485495</id><published>2006-09-07T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:31:26.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'> went EVERYwhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= 000099&gt; had a good day on monday just going to lots and lots of places..though it was uber walking. =) went around to fort york (the tourist-y one), the EX, then the lantern festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, good thing dan didn't bring a camera, cuz conveniently, at fort york was this pirate-y festival taking place, which fits in nicely with all the games on &lt;a href="http://www.puzzlepirates.com/puzzles.xhtml"&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;puzzle pirates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that i've been playing. haha.. it's so fun, yet so kiddish. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, highlight of the EX is...seeing the human cannonball. who really does that? what kind of job IS that? what if you over/under shoot? haha, oh and some young, young solider semi-macking on this girl after her friend asked her to take a pic w/ him. hehe, kids these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lantern festival was so pretty. i just love the 80 m long dragon and the elephants, which were both made purely out of ceramic plates, bowls, cups, and spoons! OH, and we can't forget the lantern pandas! they were so round and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all 'n all, a good day spent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115768512478485495?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115768512478485495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115768512478485495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-everywhere.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; went EVERYwhere.&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115723922874353408</id><published>2006-09-02T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:20:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'> reality. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stole this story from dan's blog. but regardless, it is a story that'll hit home to everyone, whether you're in the army-ing world or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it is a story about compassion and humanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= 000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;just last week, i was in the field, and i was talking a warrant, a man who had been there done that, and years ago when he was in kosovo with the army, he was standing at the back of a one room school listening in on a math class, and every now and then he'd take over the class and the little kids would love it and giggle a bit when he taught them math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole time, there was one boy at the back of the class who had a sad sad face. why was he sad? because he didn't have a pencil, and he was sad because he wanted to learn, but he was the only one who couldn't take notes because he didn't have a pencil,.... and when the warrant did something as simple as take his own pencil out of his shirt and give it to the boy, the boy instantly smiled, ...the simplest little things... like for this boy... a pencil made him so happy... and the rest of the class saw that gesture and they were happy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare that to some of the people you know, and how much they take for granted, even how much they don't care for education and school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115723922874353408?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115723922874353408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115723922874353408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/reality.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; reality. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115618103436789186</id><published>2006-08-21T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:56:02.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'> God's love.  Everlasting &amp; Omnipresent. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= 000099&gt;it's amazing to see how God is everywhere; how where one can put Him on the back-burner, and yet another can praise Him on high. it was great to see nathan get up there and be baptized. it's always a joy to see ppl flourish in Him, regardless of where i stand w/ Him myself. one day i'll be back on track, this i know, but for now, i'm still content in my own ways. i may not be the shining example that i once was, but i can at least by joyful for those who have found their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the 'bigger' family, cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115618103436789186?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115618103436789186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115618103436789186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/gods-love-everlasting-omnipresent.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt;&lt;font size= 4&gt; God&apos;s love. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color= #FF33CC&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;i&gt; Everlasting &amp; Omnipresent. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115319165712658215</id><published>2006-07-17T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:58:20.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'> lookie lookie what i did...with a Colt 1911. </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid210/pa0325083b23f84312546991bd50cceea/edf62307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;and here's two views of what made it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid210/p4498f33e9649b3eda68019695c2ca137/edf0f496.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid210/p163ce84fbb9fe73975e85cb623dc6f17/edf0f489.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115319165712658215?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115319165712658215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115319165712658215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/lookie-lookie-what-i-didwith-colt-1911.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; lookie lookie what i did...with a Colt 1911. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-115024495462506238</id><published>2006-06-13T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:29:14.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came cross this page my law prof gave us to show how stupid ppl can be..and yet still win..!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align = center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt; cuz of a 1994 case in New Mexico, where the jury awarded $2.9M in damages to a 81-year-old 'Stella' Liebeck who suffered 3rd degree burns to her legs, groin &amp; buttocks after spilling a cup of McDonald's coffee on herself...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and thus, the 'Stella' Award began...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ May 2000: a Philadelphia restaurant was ordered to pay Amber Carson of Lancaster, PA $113,500 after she slipped on a soft drink and broke her coccyx. the beverage was on the floor b/c Ms. Carson had thrown it at her bf 30 seconds earlier during an argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ Jan 2000: Kathleen Robertson of Austin, TX was awarded $780,000 by a jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. the owners of the store were understandably surprised at the verdict, considering the misbehaving little so-and-so was Ms. Robertson's own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/ Oct 1999: Jerry Williams of Little Rock, AR was awarded $14,500 &amp; medical expenses after being bitten on the buttocks by his next door neighbour's beagle. the beagle was on a chain in its owner's fenced-in yard. the award was less than sought because the jury felt the dog might have been just a little provoked at the time by Mr. Williams, who was shooting it repeatedly with a pellet gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/ Oct 1998: Terrence Dickson of Bristol, PA was leaving a house he had just finished robbing by way of the garage. he was not able to get the garage door to go up since the automatic door opener was malfunctioning. he couldn't re-enter the house because the door connecting the house and garage had locked when he pulled it shut. the family was on facation. Mr. Dickson found himself locked in the garage for 8 days. he subsisted on a case of Pepsi he found, &amp; a large bag of dry dog food. he sued the homeowner's insurance claiming the situation caused him undue mental anguish. the jury agreed to the tune of half a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/ June 1998: 19-year-old Carl Truman of LA won $74,000 &amp; medical expenses when his neighbour ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Mr. Truman apparently didn't notice there was someone at the wheel of the car, while he was trying to steal his neighbour's hubcaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/ Dec 1997: Kara Walton of Claymont, DE successfully sued the owner of a night club in a neighbouring city when she fell from the bathroom window to the floor and knocked out her two front teeth. this occurred while Ms. Walton was trying to sneak through the window in the ladies room, to avoid paying the $3.50 cover change. she was awarded $12,000 &amp; dental expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;...and finally, the winner is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/ Mr. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma City. in Nov 2000, Mr. Grazinski purchased a brand new 32 foot Winnebago motor home. on his first trip home, having joined the freeway, he set the cruise control at 70 mph &amp; calmly left the driver's seat to go into the back and make himself a cup of coffee. not surprisingly, the Winnie left the freeway, crashed &amp; overturned. Mr. Grazinski sued Winnebago for not advising him in the handbook that he couldn't actually do this. he was awarded $1,750,000 plus a new Winnie. (Winnebago actually changed their handbooks on the back of this court case, just in case there are any other complete morons buying their vehicles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;b&gt;moral of the story = with a good lawyer...anything can happen..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i had time to kill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-115024495462506238?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115024495462506238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/115024495462506238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114715861673443818</id><published>2006-05-09T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:10:16.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;school's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114715861673443818?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114715861673443818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114715861673443818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114593794926231391</id><published>2006-04-25T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:05:49.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down, one more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114593794926231391?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114593794926231391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114593794926231391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-down-one-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114395028102756754</id><published>2006-04-01T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:58:01.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'> bah. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school needs to fucking die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114395028102756754?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114395028102756754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114395028102756754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; bah. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114321213329552784</id><published>2006-03-24T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:55:33.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'> HAPPILY BIRFDAY DAN! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114321213329552784?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114321213329552784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114321213329552784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/happily-birfday-dan.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; HAPPILY BIRFDAY DAN! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114265958343069612</id><published>2006-03-18T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:34:43.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'> PICTURES! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! figured it out!!!...all thanks to gord! =D lots and lots of hugs! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...here's some from the autoshow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid202/p043d1b66e968a0a56850703242ee5a1c/efcdd18b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;mmmm....a miata....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid202/pcfbdfba98f8f3160d0bdde9ad362ab66/efcdd238.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;somehow i managed to make me look MUCH smaller in a beetle...a BEETLE!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh OH! and here's me looking quite small beside the LAV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid202/p8e4796e5e90153105804c8f3b5ab9272/efcdd23a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;it's...big.  ...comparatively.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid202/pbd3743f71f5ea1d88789701ae2a83e0c/efcdd1f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;but yet i fit here. how?&lt;br /&gt;sucks for those who have to get crammed into here...can anybody say sardines?! hehehe =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114265958343069612?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114265958343069612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114265958343069612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; PICTURES! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114265847686633992</id><published>2006-03-18T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:07:56.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on putting up pictures on my site...once i figure out how..i'll put them up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114265847686633992?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114265847686633992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114265847686633992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/working-on-putting-up-pictures-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114204021490907359</id><published>2006-03-10T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:23:34.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'> oh ye of lil faith...part 2. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. just disregard the last post. dan got his hands on it while i was distracted. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. yes..to those who don't believe that i'll make my Lent....just you wait and see. i'll &lt;u&gt;prove&lt;/u&gt; you ALL wrong! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still...wish me luck...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114204021490907359?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114204021490907359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114204021490907359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-ye-of-lil-faithpart-2.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; oh ye of lil faith...part 2. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114203057436936350</id><published>2006-03-10T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:43:44.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'> oh ye of lil faith! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that beebeebeebabababeebeebababooboobaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114203057436936350?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114203057436936350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114203057436936350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-ye-of-lil-faith.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; oh ye of lil faith! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114127659735540953</id><published>2006-03-02T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:16:37.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Lent. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's gonna be tough..even tougher than not going on msn like last year. this year's gonna be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;b&gt;not buying anything...from the gap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;clothes buying is so addicting... but at least this way..i'll save money...=T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114127659735540953?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114127659735540953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114127659735540953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/lent.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Lent. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114100576396733938</id><published>2006-02-26T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:02:43.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'> money. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that money can flow out so quickly, yet trickle in so slowly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncool. just living is so expensive. it's SO the taxes that kill us. sooner or later, i'm sure that if they can figure out how to tax breating, they would. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i need to either get a better paying job or get more hours...though i can't afford anymore. they keep on almost maxing my availability already. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, when i get that much, i usually see if i can get a shift cut or so...oh the dilemma, to work more or try to spend less (although i must say, i've cut back lots on my splurge shopping =T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've resigned myself to just avoiding the malls and shops as much as i can..in hopes that it'll help, which it has, but it sure is tough to just keep my eyes forward &amp; just save for the practical stuff..like school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i suppose i sort of balance out my senseless shopping by supporting my kid (&lt;a href="https://www1.worldvision.ca/wvcweb/on_line_.nsf/SearchChildrenTest?SearchView&amp;Query=[Gender]+CONTAINS+Male,Female&amp;SearchMax=3000&amp;SearchOrder=1&amp;Count=1&amp;SearchWV=FALSE&amp;SearchFuzzy=FALSE&amp;Start=1&amp;app=app7"&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;font color = #000099&gt;World Vision&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)...i hope. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114100576396733938?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114100576396733938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114100576396733938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/money.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; money. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114063054369566762</id><published>2006-02-22T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:49:03.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'> afraid. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of things not working out. &lt;br /&gt;...of what might/might not happen.&lt;br /&gt;...of what the future might hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of the unknown period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114063054369566762?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114063054369566762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114063054369566762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/afraid.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; afraid. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114055961093473317</id><published>2006-02-21T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:06:50.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'> so confused. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many different thoughts in my head that i just can't seem to think straight anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could sure use one of those pensives myself (think HP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish life were so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114055961093473317?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114055961093473317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114055961093473317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-confused.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; so confused. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114015321828823300</id><published>2006-02-17T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:13:38.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...alone in a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114015321828823300?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114015321828823300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114015321828823300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-114004242029185790</id><published>2006-02-15T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:14:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'> ...and so another valentine's day gone... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 of them have gone by..and i finally got the yummiest gift ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ediblearrangements.com/arrangements/Arrangement_Detail.aspx?ID=26&amp;ArrangementcategoryID=7"&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;click here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx dan... *blows a kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-114004242029185790?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114004242029185790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/114004242029185790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-another-valentines-day-gone.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; ...and so another valentine&apos;s day gone... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113651773527740574</id><published>2006-01-05T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:22:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'> the consequence of age/aging. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here's the random rant for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..kinda sad to think of how in the end, regardless of how old we live to be, we will all die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just so creepy to see my great-aunt and just see how plastic-y and dead she looked...like in her hands and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's a good thing to know that she's gone to heaven now where she won't be in pain from the cancer and surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;'...to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Dumbledore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sign that showed that we were all getting older was in yesterday's conversation i had w/ a couple of high school friends -- it was kinda like an epiphany of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in how all of a sudden it hit me that we were all close to our old ideal of the 'marriage-able' age... you know..the 24-26 dream. then BAM it hits me...WE're almost that age! =| and most of us are no where NEAR being ready to marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you..not everybody thinks this way...i know a couple of ppl who are now engaged and they're pretty much my age. eeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do we have to look forward to when we get 'older'. it's just more responsibilities and duties that are thrown upon us..particularly after we graduate from school. it's like we can't have that safety blanket/excuse of school to use to get out of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that..it's all about working and making money..and marriage and kids later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..as bleak as that sounds...the good part is in the fact that it's in &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt; you live your life that counts...not how many years you live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;'One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Virginia Woolf.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113651773527740574?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113651773527740574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113651773527740574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/consequence-of-ageaging.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; the consequence of age/aging. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113615423670834337</id><published>2006-01-01T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:23:56.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Happy New Year! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;a new day...&lt;br /&gt;a new year...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what it's got to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113615423670834337?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113615423670834337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113615423670834337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Happy New Year! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113523200974110722</id><published>2005-12-22T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:18:55.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'> well played. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY well played indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jeez...despite having all the clues in my face...i still didn't see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesh, thanks so much sneha!!! you is definitely the bestest friend EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***to fill in the gaps...***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneha planned a pretty complicated surprise party w/ the different friends that i have...and actually pulled it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have seen my reaction. it had to have been a mix of WTF..and OMG. for a good minute or two i can honestly say that i didn't know what to do..so i just stood there...confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but loads of fun all around.. particularly when i managed to tune into all the conversations at the points where i could catch all the stuff that dan didn't want me to hear *ahem*smoking every 10 mins*ahem* (for example) --- army-time my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. thanks sneha. you're the bestest!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113523200974110722?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113523200974110722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113523200974110722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-played.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; well played. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113427562426728644</id><published>2005-12-10T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:33:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'> one confusing moment. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerry's analogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the various ipods compared to women...&lt;br /&gt;(something about the memory storage vs patience...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= jerry vision.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113427562426728644?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113427562426728644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113427562426728644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-confusing-moment.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; one confusing moment. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113333040573880303</id><published>2005-11-30T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:01:34.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'> ...as i'm browsing though my songs... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a song that has always gotten to me...almost brings a tear to my eye =) i suppose it seems more 'real' now just cuz i'm starting to know more army ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read the lyrics, it's good; then when you add the music to it... all the more powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letters From War&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size= 1&gt;-- Mark Schultz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;She walked to the mailbox &lt;br /&gt;On that bright summer's day &lt;br /&gt;Found a letter from her son &lt;br /&gt;In a war, far away &lt;br /&gt;He spoke of the weather &lt;br /&gt;And good friends that he'd made &lt;br /&gt;Said, "I'd been thinking 'bout Dad &lt;br /&gt;And the life that he had &lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm here today"&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end he said &lt;br /&gt;"You are what I'm fighting for"&lt;br /&gt;It was the first of his letters from war &lt;br /&gt;She started writing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good and you're brave &lt;br /&gt;What a father that you'll be someday &lt;br /&gt;Make it home, make it safe &lt;br /&gt;She wrote every night as she prayed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And late in December &lt;br /&gt;A day she'll not forget &lt;br /&gt;Oh, her tears stained the paper &lt;br /&gt;With every word that she read &lt;br /&gt;It said, "I was up on a hill &lt;br /&gt;I was out there alone &lt;br /&gt;When the shots all rang out &lt;br /&gt;And bombs were exploding &lt;br /&gt;And that's when I saw him &lt;br /&gt;He came back for me &lt;br /&gt;And Though he was captured &lt;br /&gt;A man set me free &lt;br /&gt;And That man was your son &lt;br /&gt;He asked me to write to you &lt;br /&gt;I told him I would, oh I swore"&lt;br /&gt;It was the last of the letters from war &lt;br /&gt;And she prayed he was living &lt;br /&gt;Kept on believing and wrote every night just to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good and you're brave &lt;br /&gt;What a father that you'll be someday &lt;br /&gt;Make it home, make it safe &lt;br /&gt;Still, she kept writing each day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two years later &lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves all around &lt;br /&gt;A car pulled in the driveway &lt;br /&gt;And she fell to the ground &lt;br /&gt;And out stepped a captain &lt;br /&gt;Where her boy used to stand &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Mom, I'm following orders &lt;br /&gt;Mom I've got orders, &lt;br /&gt;And I've come home again"&lt;br /&gt;He ran in to hold her, &lt;br /&gt;Dropped all his bags on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Holding all of her letters from war &lt;br /&gt;Bring him home &lt;br /&gt;Bring him home &lt;br /&gt;Bring him home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113333040573880303?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113333040573880303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113333040573880303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-im-browsing-though-my-songs.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; ...as i&apos;m browsing though my songs... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113265193715544793</id><published>2005-11-22T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:41:52.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'> random link. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/19/international/asia/19comics.html?pagewanted=1&amp;emc=eta1"&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;click here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;i&gt;(courtesy of dan)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113265193715544793?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113265193715544793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113265193715544793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-link.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; random link. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113194339910787686</id><published>2005-11-13T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:43:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'> question of the day..apology. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it an apology if you are sorry for your wrongs/faults/sins/vices/etc, but yet you aren't willing to change your ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like 'at the moment' kind of scenarios. it's genuine &amp; true at the time, but then once the moment's done, it isn't as 'deep'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113194339910787686?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113194339910787686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113194339910787686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/question-of-dayapology.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; question of the day..apology. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113176842268308005</id><published>2005-11-11T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:07:02.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'> wow. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amount of consideration i got is appalling. i never knew i'd actually ever get that much...or lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113176842268308005?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113176842268308005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113176842268308005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow_11.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; wow. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113159026501750971</id><published>2005-11-09T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:37:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'> NOT a fan... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of homeless ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stupid ass homeless guy decided to shove me aside at bloor/yonge line today. f*ing asshole. he even put some of his homeless grime on my creme jacket. *mutinous glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he would get kidnapped and sent to brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113159026501750971?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113159026501750971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113159026501750971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-fan.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; NOT a fan... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113150379843476199</id><published>2005-11-08T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:36:38.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'> random question of the day.../week. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your 'comfort food'*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comfort food = food that you'll never get tired of regardless of how often you eat; food that despite having a crappy day, you'll feel lots better after having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113150379843476199?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113150379843476199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113150379843476199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-question-of-dayweek.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; random question of the day.../week. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113133203375048499</id><published>2005-11-06T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:53:53.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'> the things ppl w/ lots of time think of to do. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pfft..xanga. i've decided to spite them and do this random facts thingy on blogger. take that! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post 5 weird n random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Also leave a post on their xanga (or blogger!) to let these people know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for the past bit, i had to sleep on the couch cuz the stupid roofers screwed up my bedroom ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my addiction to sweets and chocolate is going away *gasp* i know. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't stand w/ my eyes closed w/o holding onto something sturdy else i'll tip over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i still read kids books sometimes...GOOOO HP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i've got so many clothes that even i have to admit that i need to stop shopping. BUT i can never have too many bags...or shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gord, sam, sneha, steph, tim/bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113133203375048499?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113133203375048499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113133203375048499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-ppl-w-lots-of-time-think-of-to.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; the things ppl w/ lots of time think of to do. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113099484922108917</id><published>2005-11-03T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:29:24.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'> rageful. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some parents should definitely either just give up their kids, or just get social services called on them. cuz they definitely don't deserve their kids. the poor kids deserve a LOT better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was on cash today and while cashing out customers, there was this stroller w/ a baby in it just sitting there. everybody kept on thinking it was the other person's til finally the babi started looking fussy and a customer was like, 'oh, is that your kid' to another customer. to which they replied no. and so the question kept on going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, this kept on going on for a good at least 5 minutes. not to mention the time before ppl started noticing that the mother wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we track the lil brother, who was supposed to be 'watching' the stroller. a lil f*ing, like, 2-3 year old. so i go and ask the kid where their mommy is..and he's like she's over there. by there, i mean he points at the kid's section...i'm in baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl can actually lose their kids if they're like 2 feet away from their kid and not paying attn to them. i swear i should have just called security (who chill rite outside our doors) and really screw over that mother. make her work for getting BOTH her kids back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i tell the lil kid to go find his mother and tell her that she needs to come back RIGHT now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, the baby's stopped fussing and is starting to cry. i couldn't figure out whether to just pick the kid up, or let him cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, so the kid goes..and he comes back, and says 'she'll be here in a bit'. =| w...t...f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she finally comes. we (including the other customers standing around) express our concern about leaving the kid alone, how there are kidnappers who will take unattended kids and such...and the mother was just like 'ok, ok, i understand'. i swear to God she didn't; she was only saying that to get us off her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl deserve to lose their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113099484922108917?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113099484922108917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113099484922108917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/11/rageful.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; rageful. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-113030139181272608</id><published>2005-10-26T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:38:18.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'> horrible. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite...so to top off the day, i get shot in the forearm by the one and only mean-est ass of a bf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter that it was a plastic BB gun, the principle is that he shot me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerkface. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no fear, the next time i get my hands on that gun, you're gonna get shot in the [insert body part here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-113030139181272608?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113030139181272608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/113030139181272608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/10/horrible.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; horrible. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112995275649766321</id><published>2005-10-21T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:45:56.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'> i'm in the black! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the shooting range w/ dan today...and managed to not only hit the paper, but hit the black circles too! so there! ..minus completely missing a couple of them =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time. definitely gonna bring my glasses so i can actually clearly see where i'm shooting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112995275649766321?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112995275649766321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112995275649766321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-in-black.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; i&apos;m in the black! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112865117210341026</id><published>2005-10-06T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:12:52.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'> monumental news. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeep, here i am sitting and staring at my G2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112865117210341026?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112865117210341026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112865117210341026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/10/monumental-news.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; monumental news. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112838509186877740</id><published>2005-10-03T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:18:31.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'> busy, busy, busy </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, so here's the first update on what's been going on since school started. CRAZY busy. so much to do w/ so lil time. if only living didn't cost so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, work's been going well. still love the baby dept...minus the crying &amp; annoying babies...but the happy smily babies are just the cutest, just like the ones who giggle and kick up their feet when you poke them! soooooo...pudgy...sooo...cute...*squish squish* hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to boot, the baby dept's been doing really well sales-wise lately..i think. though there's much to be done, i just don't feel as though i'm doing as much as i should. back to the 'too much to do, so lil time' saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bad side, i'be been so busy that i haven't been able to see anybody all summer. ppl came &amp; ppl left, but i was still at work =( grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the very least, i'm making money to not only pay for school, but to move out too...seriously can't wait for that. not only would i be out of the house, i'd be closer to school. as well, i'd be saving my parents lots of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yep, that's the update on what's going on in my life for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until i've got more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112838509186877740?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112838509186877740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112838509186877740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; busy, busy, busy &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112686698135813190</id><published>2005-09-16T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:36:21.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'> hang in there... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112686698135813190?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112686698135813190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112686698135813190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/09/hang-in-there.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; hang in there... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112588440993520310</id><published>2005-09-04T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:40:09.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'> ...i lived to tell the tale... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, finally went to the CNE this year after years and years of not going. EVEN went on some rides....dangerous! i sure did pray like u wouldn't believe while on the Zipper. i swear, i was gonna die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! How could i have forgotten?! i went on the helicopter for the first time! SO UBERLY cool!! so definitely different than flying on a plane. it's like we were floating on air. and even turning was different cuz we just completely tilted onto its side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for taking me, dan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112588440993520310?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112588440993520310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112588440993520310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-lived-to-tell-tale.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; ...i lived to tell the tale... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112536904784601946</id><published>2005-08-29T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:02:39.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'> crazy fun weekend. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as our guide had put it...while there were some rapids that made it to the 'oh shit' factor...the whole experience was a 'OH SHIT!' one. SO good! totally amazing. definitely thinking about doing it again next year...or just hit up skydiving. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the detailed low-down on how the weekend went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;barely made it onto the greyhound bus on time. oh man, there was like 5 minutes to spare. talk about cutting it close! but yeah, we made it..and just sat around for the next 5 and a bit hours. while on the way there, here comes sneha and her attempts to be ghetto...while standing around having a snack before boarding the bus again, she just goes 'ok guys, wanna bounce?' so me being me, i had to respond by saying, '...to where?' hehehe. sucker =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got intown around 11 something. caught a cab to the hotel, Capital Hill Hotel &amp; Suites (GREAT place! HIGHLY recommended), and just basically dumped our stuff and went for a midnite sightseeing trip. eventually got back to the hotel around 2 something cuz we had to be up by 5:30 or so just so that everybody could get ready for the pick up at 7 am by the rafting ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, while winding down from the impromptu sightseeing, i decided to set the alarm for 5 am, b/c apparently the other girls wanted to shower before they left...i'd already showered before i headed d/t..so i was clean already =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah, so we were set for the next morning. the only problem was...i forgot to actually turn on the alarm itself =T yes, i AM a genius...so 'S-M-R-T'. but regardless, i was up at 5:40 on my own and realized what i'd done. so i just got up and woke everybody else up and made breakfast for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, after a lot of prodding and nagging on my part, i got everybody up and somewhat ready. then came the frantic scramble to get everything packed up again and head over down to the lobby by 6:45. course...it didn't happen. i just went downstairs first into the lobby to check out while everybody else was still packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, everybody managed to get downstairs at like 6:59 or so...and luckily the guy picking us up wasn't there yet. so according to pradnya...they were still 'early' ... rite *nods and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, eventually the guy comes, Junnuen. he had the most amazing mexican accent you could ever imagine..and definitely was up there in the 'hot' scale! u just had to see him. tanned and everything! so anyways, we all got on..and we went to the greyhound station again to pick up one more person before heading out the actual rafting place, which was situated on L'ile-Du-Grand-Calumet. really pretty place. but yeah, that was 1.5 hours away from ottawa, so that's why we had to start our day early. the rafting itself was supposed to take place from 9 - 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we eventually found mona from the bus terminal and headed off to calumet. and along the way..sneha, pradnya and deepa totally just passed out, so i was left to talk to junnuen and mona. oh man, mona was really the intellectual type who really knew a lot about stuff and would just talk about it to anybody. for example, she started talking about how she was inspired by the ancient history of the chinese and how they would name their kids w/ their 'milk' names and then their actual 'adult' names and how the 'adult' names were based on a defect that the kid had. she then put in her opinions as to why they would do such a thing. and then i put in my two cents (about how i think it's a way to not alienate the kid, but to make them feel special..or something like it, can't really remember what i said). then she started talking about how she liked the scenery that we were going through and how she would like to one day open up a retreat/resort area where all the intellectuals could come and just immerse themselves in knowledge. and how she was inspired by the traditional japanese houses, w/ the wooden flooring and sleeping on mats and the central cooking centre that you can cover up when not in use, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though somewhat interesting, i was ready to pass out from it all, but i felt just cuz i didn't want to seem rude. but she just kept on going on and on and on...kinda like the energizer bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we eventually made it to calumet and just hopped onto the bus that would take us to the actual location that we were going to raft in. before we could get off the bus, we were briefed on what to do if we went overboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/ to be calm, u'll pop up from under the water in 3 - 5 seconds (we just had to say 'be cool' 3x, and by then we should have surfaced);&lt;br /&gt;2/ when you surface, to immediately swim to the side that your guide had told you to head towards if you did happen to go overboard;&lt;br /&gt;3/ if we couldn't swim to shore, we had to get into the 'white water' position and not 'stand' in the water (basically just sit in the water w/ your feet up and just float along til somebody came to get you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/ we had to listen for any instructions from the guides. so if they told you to swim in one direction..follow it..or to stop, etc.&lt;br /&gt;(err..i 'think' these were the rules, i couldn't really remember them all =T useful eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;then, after listening all these rules and such, we had to sign a waver acknowledging that Esprit (the rafting company) was not responsible for any damage or health problem that we could 'possibly' encounter while on the journey. quite reassuring, really, particularly for those who had never gone rafting before. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, nonetheless, we all signed it and got out to get our helmet, lifejacket and paddle. and off we went to meet our guides. we were supposed to get lacey, but they did a switch, and we got bob instead. such a good choice. so hot. the only problem was...he reminded me of jon (karen's bf). not a fan. anyways, he was MUCH better than him..sorry karen =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***side note*** i MUST comment on how GORGEOUS many the guys were on this trip, particularly some of the guides. amazingly great BONUS of this weekend getaway!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we continued on w/ rafting and he was telling us about the different rapids, the different classes they were (1 - 5), the names of the next rapid that was coming up, etc. because we had a full raft, there were times when we had to alternate being the 'princess/prince'. basically, that just meant that one of us had to just sit tight and not raft cuz there wasn't enough room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, during the second..or third rapid, the 'butterfly', i was told to be the princess and so i sat up front and just sat. while we were 'surfing', where you just stay in the same spot w/in the rapid, we were all getting water in the face and all. not too pleasant..particularly when u don't get enough time to breath in some air to hold =T but yeah, so while at the very front...w/ the pressure of the current and all..i obviously tipped over cuz i had nothing to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;a complete somersault into the water. feet up in the air and everything. of course, it was all in slow-motion and caught on tape. clearly. =T it was a classic moment in itself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so yeah, i'm proud to say that i wasn't the only one who fell, sneha fell a couple of seconds after me on this rapid! so there! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah..so in the process of being dragged by the current..i managed to still hang on to the very front of the raft..but was only hanging on. the current was too strong for me to pull myself back in...and while in the process of hanging on...i lost a shoe. i felt the current just up and flick my left shoe off my foot...and was battling w/ my right one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to keep that one on..and just gave up and let go of the raft and let the current just take me to another raft where they just picked me up and plopped me in. so yeah..here i am, sitting in this raft...w/ a polka-dotted sock on one foot and a shoe on the other. after that, i hopped onto my raft again, picked up sneha and we all continued down the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;i learned my lesson well. the farther back the raft you go, the safer you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;while coming upon the next rapid, we all had to get off and get an overview of the rapid, because it was considered a class 5 one. it wasn't that it was so dangerous b/c of the waves and such, but that it was so shallow and had some whirlpools w/in it that could just suck you in..and keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty, it really wasn't as hard and scary as what they'd hyped it up to be, but yeah, while gathering on the rocks...one of the guides was asking whether somebody had lost a shoe. and not just any shoe...MY shoe! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better believe that i retied my shoes super tight after that. double knotted and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the rapids for that morning were pretty standard and whatnot after that..no more exciting details report about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went down another path and had a blast down those rapids, although, it wasn't as super scary as the morning ones. the first one of the afternoon was the 'garburator'. definitely an amusing rapid. why you ask? it was cuz this was the one where we were all warned that we should avoid falling in at all costs, because there was another lil rapid that was pretty dangerous. and guess who decided to tip over and fall in...good ole sneha! =D wayta go champ, wayta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny to watch, i had the best view of the house for this fall, she just fell in complete slow motion. it was like somebody had taped it, and replayed it in slow motion. it was like we could have caught her and pulled her back in, but at the risk of us losing our balance instead. so yeah, i pretty much just kepted on paddling to keep my own balance and just slowly watch her slide over the edge...then tip into the water w/ her feet in the air. so jokes! but she was fine, she got picked up by another raft behind us and hopped back on at the bottom of the rapid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just kept on going through a whole bunch of more rapids and just generally had loads of fun. we also surfed again, but this time we all pretty much clustered around the front of the raft and did the 'nosedive' (i think it was called?). the best part of that was....while nosediving..bob completely lost his balance and fell all over us. it was like he had purposely provided himself w/ a human cushion for his fall =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! we also went cliff jumping! so fun! it was so crazy to jump into the REALLY fast running current, but definitely a thrill. so fun! not to mention that pradnya lost BOTH her sandals! hehehe...she was stuck going bare foot for the rest of the journey =P hey, pradnya, your mom know that you lost her sandals yet?... the ones that she didn't you'd taken in the first place? heheh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near the end of the journey, we all decided to just take a swim, had a bunch of water fights w/ other rafts, etc. as well, we all decided to tip the raft and just dump ourselves into the water. a really cool part was when he asked me to duck into the water and come under the raft (still overturned) w/ him. so i did. and NO nothing funky happened! he just said that he wanted me to hang on tight while he was gonna flip the raft over, so i'd be in the raft once it was flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely a weird feeling to just be under there w/ a lil pocket of air..and just waiting..not really knowing what to do, or when it was gonna get flipped. so yeah. i just hung on to the straps to where the paddles were strapped to when not in use, braced myself and just waited. heard a bunch of noise on the outside of the raft, but couldn't really make out what was going on. then all of a sudden, i felt myself getting flipped completely out of the water and landed right into the raft. it was actually a pretty amazing experience in itself. it really was like i was flying. way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, so the rafting ended. we all got driven back to the meeting place to watch the photos and short video of our adventure, then went to the base camp for the night for the camping part of our weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there, we were expecting that we had to pitch our tent and everything once we registered for the night..but low and behold, we found out that it was already done for us! BONUS! so, dan, i would assume that that made it less of 'camping'? hehehe...but nonetheless, quite fun. the food was just amazingly good, a lil difficult, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a slow night. met up w/ the frenchies that were in our raft w/ us, and spent a bit of the time wandering around base...not too cool b/c i was in heels (shoes were completely soaked = useless). pretty much twisted my ankle in the process..but it's all good. just sat around after a while and pretty much took a nap while sneha and pradnya were talkn to them. it was definitely a slow nite, it was one of those night where you just wanted to drink..and get drunk cuz there wasn't anything else to do. course i didn't...i just got myself my first beer in ... oh jeez i don't even know..ages really. played a game of pool and just sat around outside talking. drank enough to make me sleepy for the night..but still had a bunch left..so we decided to play the drinking game to finish it off. much fun-age there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the tents b/c it was raining and didn't want to trek back in the mud. and just chilled around sitting and toasting marshmellows over a tealight..that's right..a tealight. =) it actually worked too! kinda was slow, but amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dozed off b/c of the alcohol, then me and sneha meandered off into our own tent to crash for the night. so hot in there! to the point that i took ur advice on how to sleep in a sleeping bag, dan. so stinking hot! we were seriously melting in there. not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;had the SLOWEST couple of hours in the morning ever. had absolutely nothing to do..so we just napped. woke up, checked out of our tents, stored our stuff in the office and wandered off to kill time til 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch, then they took another nap while i just plopped myself onto a hammock and read more of &lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt; til they woke up and found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a lot of waiting around happened here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued wandering around til it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***side note** we were supposed to head home that evening, but b/c we had to wait so much on the ppl to drive us into town, we would have missed the bus if even if we had gone straight to the bus terminal. so we decided on saturday to stay another night.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were driven back to ottawa eventually and checked ourselves into the hotel for the night. so jokes, pradnya dealt w/ the registration for the night and was given the room number and keys, so we didn't really pay any attention to what the concierge was talking about and just headed straight for the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the elevator, we asked pradnya what room number we were in and she said 707, so we headed towards 707...but the key didn't work. we tried them both, but it still didn't work. so pradnya went down to ask what was going on. when she came back we were all like, 'what the heck? what happened?' all she answers with is, 'i figured it out. i know why the key didn't work'. so obviously we ask why..and this is her answer. 'it didn't work because it wasn't the right room number.'...or something along the lines of that. we had room 709...NOT 707 = smooth pradnya...mellow yellow smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so EVENTUALLY, we got into the 709 and just headed straight to line up for the showers, just cuz we were all grimy and gross. when we felt all clean, we decided to see what was to do on a sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner and was asking the waiter what there was to do and he couldn't come up w/ anything so he said he was gonna ask some of his other friends. and he STILL came back w/ nothing. so we decided to just head back to the hotel to think of something to do. it was definitely a dry night, in all aspects of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody managed to completely crash while i was still struggling to go to sleep at like 1 am. i still don't understand how you guys can sleep so much! u slept during the day, on the ride into town, etc! anyways, got a phone call from a drunken dan..and talked to him for a while. was talking while in the same room as them for a bit, but was wondering if i'd wake them up w/ my talking so i went into the kitchen..but then realized that there was an echo. so as ghetto as it were, i ended up going into the bathroom to talk and sat on the edge of the tub. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;sneha and pradnya were gonna wake up earlier to head over to Ottawa U. while me and deepa were just gonna sleep cuz we didn't wanna go, and when they came back, we would all go to the war museum. course what plans ever go as planned? they still needed my phone to wake them up, which equated to me waking up..and by the time they were up, we were all up. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and deepa decided to go along. wandered around ottawa U for a while then headed back to the hotel to check out and go to the war museum. DEFINITELY a MUST see place when in ottawa. so cool. always did love that museum. and the fact that they revamped it = EVEN BETTER! but yeah, definitely some cool stuff there. those 2 guys in the white jeep...they're my heros..well for the day at least. same w/ that unknown soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get a chance to really walk through that museum cuz we were so pressed for time, but it was a good time nonetheless. gotta go back there and really spend some time in there. any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we just pretty much ran out of there to get back to the hotel to get our stuff and head to the bus terminal for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and home is where i sit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was my weekend, as fun and adventure filled as it were. gotta love the extreme sports. pics'll be added in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably still missed on some fun-filled details, but yeah, this should be enough. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if u actually did read all of this. i give you props. MAD props. either you had too much time on your hands or you're one patient person. =)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx girls..definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's next? what fun crazy adventure are we going on next? skydiving? anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112536904784601946?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112536904784601946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112536904784601946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-fun-weekend.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; crazy fun weekend. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112468278810414750</id><published>2005-08-21T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:53:08.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'> problem of the day </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one reason to want to sing b/c u you it &amp; you want to worship, praise &amp; please God, but what happens when you sing &amp; don't fully mean/accept the lyrics? would it be considered hypocritical? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we all know, or do now, i love to sing. singing is so much fun. karaoke, singing worship songs, the random singing by myself or even the bursts of bellowing in the car w/ friends...it's all so much fun! come'on you have to admit it, it's a good feeling to know that you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'problem' arises from the fact that i've got no problems w/ singing the 'regular' songs, but when it comes to worship songs, i struggle on whether i should sing or not. why? b/c when reading the lyrics, i don't always mean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, are we not called to worship Him...through praise, &lt;u&gt;worship&lt;/u&gt; and prayer? (we'll work on the other 2 aspects on a later date).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thus the dilemma...to sing b/c i should &amp; love to, or not b/c i don't always mean what i say/sing? what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;to sing or not to sing?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112468278810414750?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112468278810414750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112468278810414750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/problem-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; problem of the day &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112407952568990365</id><published>2005-08-14T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T00:18:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'> who am i? and how do i portray it? </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size= 2&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, here i sit puzzled w/ another piece of my life...does me not understanding really always equate to me not caring? i do care, but it's a matter of actually 'getting it'...at least so that it's just not facts, but that i can actually associate to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to my question, indirectly, does that make me a cold-hearted bitch? i know i'm not...for the most part...but does it seem that way to others? as darren puts it...'no, you're not a cold-hearted bitch, you just pretend to be.' (hehe...thx darren, you're a good lil bro...just don't get too fat [from the summer] that you can't get on the plane to come back to us! =P j/ks!!!) but that's only one opinion, what about others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times where i worry about the random stuff. andwhen i do get hit w/ these random thoughts, it sticks til i at least find some kind of an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, deep down, i don't think that i'm THAT cold-hearted. i can most certainly be the biggest jerkface that one can ever be, but, for the most part, i don't fully mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if it gets to be too much, just let me know &amp; i can try to turn it down a notch**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, what do you think? does a lack of understanding result in a lack of caring? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does one separate &amp; distinguish one from the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112407952568990365?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112407952568990365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112407952568990365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-am-i-and-how-do-i-portray-it.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; who am i? and how do i portray it? &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112363715232466594</id><published>2005-08-09T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:25:52.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'> so torn. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become what i've always hated/really looked down upon. a hypocrite...not just any hypocrite, but, worse, a Christian one. i've always, and still do, stand by what i believe: if you don't have your heart in it, don't do it. and yet, here i sit, doing exactly what i have always stood against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i don't have a choice. it's probably the one thing that my parents completely stand by. i have to attend church, but i just don't want to be here anymore. my mind's not here, my spirit's not here, neither is my heart. there are times that i feel such guilt for just taking up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i get so far from God? i could easily place the blame on ccf, but that's not fair. the politics there is only the last straw. this all started w/ barely feeling God in my life these days. doubts that He may not even be there.  looking back, i can see that i've done pretty well on my own. so is He actually rally there? not like He's guiding me or anything rite now. to Christians, it's probably almost sacrilegious to say such a thing, but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i can subconsciously feel myself sliding farther and farther away.  why do i not bother to try to stop it? because i just don't want to, i just don't care.  i'd rather live my life honestly, even if it means turning my back on everything that i've been taught.  to me, honestly is more important than putting up a Christian front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, there is still hope for me one day. there are times where i do feel like wanting to 'be' a Christian. not just fake it, but to really worship Him. but those moments are far and few...very far and few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that one day i’ll go back to God, but for now, i feel as though i need a hiatus from it. to get some perspective on where my life is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here, i’m torn. my parents don’t understand and i doubt that they’ll ever understand. it’s just not something that they’re used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m too rooted in Christianity to hold no hope for my in the future. Nor do i wish for others to follow in my footsteps. i do wish for others to continue to strive for God, to call Jesus as their Saviour.  He is God, He is THE Saviour.  there’s no doubt of that in my mind, but i just doubt my position/stance on/in/of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it sound contradictory, yeah, it does, even to me…thus feeling so torn inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading thus far and know that i do treasure you as friends, gifts from God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112363715232466594?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112363715232466594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112363715232466594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-torn.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; so torn. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112347678719893939</id><published>2005-08-08T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:23:24.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stole it from darren's xanga...&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: December 14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 14th of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas, and you are also very good at organization and systematizing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine, and rebel against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tendency to shirk responsibility.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112347678719893939?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112347678719893939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112347678719893939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/stole-it-from-darrens-xanga.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112347578705521459</id><published>2005-08-08T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:36:27.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'> stuck in the past. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am. living the usual busy summer life of a university student..and BAM i get hit w/ the memories of the past. don't get me wrong, some are really good..but some are pretty shit too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reliving the memories only brings to awareness of the fact that you have to move on from the past. just let everything go, but yet the good times make you want to stay in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can be so much better when you can let the past rest...to realize that some ppl just don't care about you...as much as they had let on to be. that they may have just only been close to you for one purpose or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yet, there are others who are just there to make your life that much more happier, to bring that lil drop of joy back into your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love them the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you're down, just remember that there are those who still love u lots. more than u'll ever know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112347578705521459?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112347578705521459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112347578705521459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuck-in-past.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; stuck in the past. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-112123107294729629</id><published>2005-07-13T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:04:59.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'> influence. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded recently of how ppl do still look up to me...-ish. it just clicked as ppl asked me on my opinion, my advice. i guess it proves the age-old statement that w/ age comes responsibility. in a way. it's flattering, but at the same time, it's sorta frightening b/c you're sort of put on a pedestal. you are being watch in all that you do. therefore you need to keep it in mind always &amp; try to do what is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, in such a position, there are times where you have to just go through the motions of what's 'right' b/c ppl are expecting/watching..and possibly following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks. it can be the room of man's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*but* on the bright side...character is more important than influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-112123107294729629?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112123107294729629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/112123107294729629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/07/influence.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; influence. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111992724158462615</id><published>2005-06-27T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:29:19.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'> what have you got to offer? </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've got nothin to offer, you're dead. everybody's got something to offer. it could be something big or something small, but it's all about contributing your piece in the puzzle of life. you've got more to offer than what you think you have. life is full of surprises...good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you do with the curveball life throws at you is what you're judged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may think that nobody cares what you do...that you life is your own, but the unfortunate part is that it's just a facade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the higher up you are, the more visible you are, the more ppl will scrutinize you, put you under the microscope.  it's not fair, but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that you can do is just continue living life putting on as much of yourself as you can, while using a front to fill in the gaps, in order to be who others will accept, who they expect you to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, they all say that you should just be who you are, but let's face it, everybody judges.  it's a love/hate world out there. would you rather be loved? or hated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, one should try to offer whatever one can. at the very least, to prove your 'worthiness' to your peers...your life. so just do yourpart...and you'll do fine. if you don't know what to do, ask ppl around you on their opinions. take those opinions &amp; see if any of them jive with your own. else, just contemplate it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doens't matter where you contribute, just as long as you do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what'chu gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111992724158462615?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111992724158462615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111992724158462615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-have-you-got-to-offer.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; what have you got to offer? &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111949763222517906</id><published>2005-06-22T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:27:12.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'> gotta love the classic lines ! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 100 lines of all times...(# | Quote | Movie | Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt; Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt; GONE WITH THE WIND&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.&lt;br /&gt; THE GODFATHER&lt;br /&gt; 1972&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt; You don't understand!  I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.&lt;br /&gt; ON THE WATERFRONT&lt;br /&gt; 1954&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt; Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.&lt;br /&gt; THE WIZARD OF OZ&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt; Here's looking at you, kid.&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt; Go ahead, make my day.&lt;br /&gt; SUDDEN IMPACT&lt;br /&gt; 1983&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt; All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.&lt;br /&gt; SUNSET BLVD.&lt;br /&gt; 1950&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt; May the Force be with you.&lt;br /&gt; STAR WARS&lt;br /&gt; 1977&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt; Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.&lt;br /&gt; ALL ABOUT EVE&lt;br /&gt; 1950&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt; You talking to me?&lt;br /&gt; TAXI DRIVER&lt;br /&gt; 1976&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt; What we've got here is failure to communicate.&lt;br /&gt; COOL HAND LUKE&lt;br /&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt; I love the smell of napalm in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt; APOCALYPSE NOW&lt;br /&gt; 1979&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt; Love means never having to say you're sorry.&lt;br /&gt; LOVE STORY&lt;br /&gt; 1970&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt; The stuff that dreams are made of.&lt;br /&gt; THE MALTESE FALCON&lt;br /&gt; 1941&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt; E.T. phone home.&lt;br /&gt; E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL&lt;br /&gt; 1982&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt; They call me Mister Tibbs!&lt;br /&gt; IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt; Rosebud.&lt;br /&gt; CITIZEN KANE&lt;br /&gt; 1941&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt; Made it, Ma! Top of the world!&lt;br /&gt; WHITE HEAT&lt;br /&gt; 1949&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt; I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!&lt;br /&gt; NETWORK&lt;br /&gt; 1976&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt; Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt; A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.&lt;br /&gt; THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS&lt;br /&gt; 1991&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt; Bond. James Bond.&lt;br /&gt; DR. NO&lt;br /&gt; 1962&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt; There's no place like home.  &lt;br /&gt; THE WIZARD OF OZ&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt; I am big!  It's the pictures that got small.&lt;br /&gt; SUNSET BLVD.&lt;br /&gt; 1950&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt; Show me the money!&lt;br /&gt; JERRY MAGUIRE&lt;br /&gt; 1996&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt; Why don't you come up sometime and see me?&lt;br /&gt; SHE DONE HIM WRONG&lt;br /&gt; 1933&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt; I'm walking here!  I'm walking here!&lt;br /&gt; MIDNIGHT COWBOY&lt;br /&gt; 1969&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt; Play it, Sam.  Play 'As Time Goes By.'&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt; You can't handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt; A FEW GOOD MEN&lt;br /&gt; 1992&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt; I want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt; GRAND HOTEL&lt;br /&gt; 1932&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt; After all, tomorrow is another day!&lt;br /&gt; GONE WITH THE WIND&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt; Round up the usual suspects.&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33&lt;br /&gt; I'll have what she's having.&lt;br /&gt; WHEN HARRY MET SALLY&lt;br /&gt; 1989&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34&lt;br /&gt; You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.&lt;br /&gt; TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT&lt;br /&gt; 1944&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35&lt;br /&gt; You're gonna need a bigger boat.&lt;br /&gt; JAWS&lt;br /&gt; 1975&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36&lt;br /&gt; Badges? We ain't got no badges! We don't need no badges! I don't have to show you any stinking badges!&lt;br /&gt; THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE&lt;br /&gt; 1948&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37&lt;br /&gt; I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt; THE TERMINATOR&lt;br /&gt; 1984&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38&lt;br /&gt; Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt; THE PRIDE OF THE YANKEES&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39&lt;br /&gt; If you build it, he will come. &lt;br /&gt; FIELD OF DREAMS&lt;br /&gt; 1989&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt; Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.&lt;br /&gt; FORREST GUMP&lt;br /&gt; 1994&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41&lt;br /&gt; We rob banks.&lt;br /&gt; BONNIE AND CLYDE&lt;br /&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42&lt;br /&gt; Plastics.&lt;br /&gt; THE GRADUATE&lt;br /&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43&lt;br /&gt; We'll always have Paris.&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44&lt;br /&gt; I see dead people.&lt;br /&gt; THE SIXTH SENSE&lt;br /&gt; 1999&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45&lt;br /&gt; Stella!  Hey, Stella!&lt;br /&gt; A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE&lt;br /&gt; 1951&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46&lt;br /&gt; Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars.&lt;br /&gt; NOW, VOYAGER&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47&lt;br /&gt; Shane.  Shane.  Come back!&lt;br /&gt; SHANE&lt;br /&gt; 1953&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48&lt;br /&gt; Well, nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt; SOME LIKE IT HOT&lt;br /&gt; 1959&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49&lt;br /&gt; It's alive!  It's alive!&lt;br /&gt; FRANKENSTEIN&lt;br /&gt; 1931&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50&lt;br /&gt; Houston, we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt; APOLLO 13&lt;br /&gt; 1995&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51&lt;br /&gt; You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?&lt;br /&gt; DIRTY HARRY&lt;br /&gt; 1971&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52&lt;br /&gt; You had me at "hello."&lt;br /&gt; JERRY MAGUIRE&lt;br /&gt; 1996&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53&lt;br /&gt; One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt; ANIMAL CRACKERS&lt;br /&gt; 1930&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54&lt;br /&gt; There's no crying in baseball!&lt;br /&gt; A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN&lt;br /&gt; 1992&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;55&lt;br /&gt; La-dee-da, la-dee-da.&lt;br /&gt; ANNIE HALL&lt;br /&gt; 1977&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56&lt;br /&gt; A boy's best friend is his mother.&lt;br /&gt; PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt; 1960&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57&lt;br /&gt; Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.&lt;br /&gt; WALL STREET&lt;br /&gt; 1987&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58&lt;br /&gt; Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.&lt;br /&gt; THE GODFATHER II&lt;br /&gt; 1974&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59&lt;br /&gt; As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.&lt;br /&gt; GONE WITH THE WIND&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60&lt;br /&gt; Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!&lt;br /&gt; SONS OF THE DESERT&lt;br /&gt; 1933&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61&lt;br /&gt; Say "hello" to my little friend!&lt;br /&gt; SCARFACE&lt;br /&gt; 1983&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62&lt;br /&gt; What a dump.&lt;br /&gt; BEYOND THE FOREST&lt;br /&gt; 1949&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;63&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.  Aren't you?&lt;br /&gt; THE GRADUATE&lt;br /&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64&lt;br /&gt; Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!&lt;br /&gt; DR. STRANGELOVE&lt;br /&gt; 1964&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;65&lt;br /&gt; Elementary, my dear Watson.&lt;br /&gt; THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES&lt;br /&gt; 1929&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66&lt;br /&gt; Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape.&lt;br /&gt; PLANET OF THE APES&lt;br /&gt; 1968&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;67&lt;br /&gt; Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.&lt;br /&gt; CASABLANCA&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;68&lt;br /&gt; Here's Johnny!&lt;br /&gt; THE SHINING&lt;br /&gt; 1980&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;69&lt;br /&gt; They're here!&lt;br /&gt; POLTERGEIST&lt;br /&gt; 1982&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70&lt;br /&gt; Is it safe?&lt;br /&gt; MARATHON MAN&lt;br /&gt; 1976&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;71&lt;br /&gt; Wait a minute, wait a minute.  You ain't heard nothin' yet!&lt;br /&gt; THE JAZZ SINGER&lt;br /&gt; 1927&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;72&lt;br /&gt; No wire hangers, ever!&lt;br /&gt; MOMMIE DEAREST&lt;br /&gt; 1981&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73&lt;br /&gt; Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?&lt;br /&gt; LITTLE CAESAR&lt;br /&gt; 1930&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;74&lt;br /&gt; Forget it, Jake, it's Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt; CHINATOWN&lt;br /&gt; 1974&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;75&lt;br /&gt; I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.&lt;br /&gt; A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE&lt;br /&gt; 1951&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;76&lt;br /&gt; Hasta la vista, baby.&lt;br /&gt; TERMINATOR 2: JUDGMENT DAY&lt;br /&gt; 1991&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77&lt;br /&gt; Soylent Green is people!&lt;br /&gt; SOYLENT GREEN&lt;br /&gt; 1973&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;78&lt;br /&gt; Open the pod bay doors, HAL.&lt;br /&gt; 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY&lt;br /&gt; 1968&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;79&lt;br /&gt; Striker: Surely you can't be serious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumack: I am serious…and don't call me Shirley.&lt;br /&gt; AIRPLANE!&lt;br /&gt; 1980&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80&lt;br /&gt; Yo, Adrian!&lt;br /&gt; ROCKY&lt;br /&gt; 1976&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;81&lt;br /&gt; Hello, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt; FUNNY GIRL&lt;br /&gt; 1968&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;82&lt;br /&gt; Toga!  Toga!&lt;br /&gt; NATIONAL LAMPOON'S ANIMAL HOUSE&lt;br /&gt; 1978&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;83&lt;br /&gt; Listen to them.  Children of the night.  What music they make.&lt;br /&gt; DRACULA&lt;br /&gt; 1931&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;84&lt;br /&gt; Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was Beauty killed the Beast.&lt;br /&gt; KING KONG&lt;br /&gt; 1933&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85&lt;br /&gt; My precious.&lt;br /&gt; THE LORD OF THE RINGS: TWO TOWERS&lt;br /&gt; 2002&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;86&lt;br /&gt; Attica! Attica!&lt;br /&gt; DOG DAY AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt; 1975&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;87&lt;br /&gt; Sawyer, you're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star!&lt;br /&gt; 42ND STREET&lt;br /&gt; 1933&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;88&lt;br /&gt; Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor.  Don't you forget it.  You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt; ON GOLDEN POND&lt;br /&gt; 1981&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;89&lt;br /&gt; Tell 'em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipper.&lt;br /&gt; KNUTE ROCKNE ALL AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt; 1940&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;90&lt;br /&gt; A martini.  Shaken, not stirred.&lt;br /&gt; GOLDFINGER&lt;br /&gt; 1964&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;91&lt;br /&gt; Who's on first.&lt;br /&gt; THE NAUGHTY NINETIES&lt;br /&gt; 1945&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;92&lt;br /&gt; Cinderella story.  Outta nowhere.  A former greenskeeper, now, about to  become the Masters champion.  It looks like a mirac...It's in the hole!  It's in the hole!  It's in the hole!&lt;br /&gt; CADDYSHACK&lt;br /&gt; 1980&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;93&lt;br /&gt; Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!&lt;br /&gt; AUNTIE MAME&lt;br /&gt; 1958&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94&lt;br /&gt; I feel the need - the need for speed!&lt;br /&gt; TOP GUN&lt;br /&gt; 1986&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95&lt;br /&gt; Carpe diem.  Seize the day, boys.  Make your lives extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt; DEAD POETS SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt; 1989&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;96&lt;br /&gt; Snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt; MOONSTRUCK&lt;br /&gt; 1987&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;97&lt;br /&gt; My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you.&lt;br /&gt; YANKEE DOODLE DANDY&lt;br /&gt; 1942&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;98&lt;br /&gt; Nobody puts Baby in a corner.&lt;br /&gt; DIRTY DANCING&lt;br /&gt; 1987&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;99&lt;br /&gt; I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!&lt;br /&gt; WIZARD OF OZ, THE&lt;br /&gt; 1939&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;100&lt;br /&gt; I'm king of the world!&lt;br /&gt; TITANIC&lt;br /&gt; 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111949763222517906?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111949763222517906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111949763222517906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/06/gotta-love-classic-lines.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; gotta love the classic lines ! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111620307721469814</id><published>2005-05-15T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:24:37.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'> so sad. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids tend to be more perceptive than adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this kid sitting all by himself today and so i decided to go over then and keep him company while he did his craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while talking to him, he started talking about how some kids are so mean, and how there was this particular kid, andy, who was especially mean to him that day. so that's why he decided to sit by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, he kept on talking while crafting and said that he wished he wasn't ugly. he picked this up when he noticed that ppl kissed him on the head only and not the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so tragic how this 7/8-year-old could be exposed to such cruelty of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111620307721469814?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111620307721469814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111620307721469814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-sad.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; so sad. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111560824574136588</id><published>2005-05-08T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:03:25.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'> got enough rage to run a fucking marathon. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, fans, it's all over. i guess it never lasted as long as we assumed it would. now's the time for u guys to rejoice over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;*pauses*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get how it can hurt so much, in such a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i resist it at the beginning. i like where i was. but no..eventually i lost that battle. looks like i just lost another one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i regret it, no. &lt;br /&gt;do i wish the end result could have been different, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's life. u don't get all that u want. kinda like He gives and takes away scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt; ~ * ~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it, apparently all it took was just one fucking week. that's the most LAMEST reason i've ever heard. really, i'd like to know how somebody could be that shallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just cold. damn cold. and totally inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no hate, just lots of confusion and rage..and underneath, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111560824574136588?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111560824574136588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111560824574136588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-enough-rage-to-run-fucking.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; got enough rage to run a fucking marathon. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111515727569663742</id><published>2005-05-03T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:47:14.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'> pleasantly surprised. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are actually some non-money sucking ppl here at UT! (no 'fense to those who actually work at UT). i'm actually surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was studying at gerstein only to realize that i'd forgotten to put blank lined paper in my notes to use to memorize stuff on. retarded. *slaps head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so i tried to stick it out &amp; just write small on what little paper that i did have, but i just ended up wasting a lot of time trying to make it legible and small. so i took the hint and decided to go the the hart house store and get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm there talking to the store lady..she's pretty nice and cheerful =) and while continuing chatting all the way to the cash register, i mention that while studying i stupidly forgot to bring blank paper. and she kindly mentions that if i'd only wanted paper, i could just get a pad of loose-leaf sheets, cuz it'll be cheaper for me cuz it costs more for the binding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so more paper for less $$. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and w/ that...my break ends...so back to studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111515727569663742?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111515727569663742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111515727569663742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/05/pleasantly-surprised.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; pleasantly surprised. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111457991306059033</id><published>2005-04-27T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:31:53.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obligations suck. they make life much more complicated than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111457991306059033?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111457991306059033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111457991306059033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/04/obligations-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111404807306789199</id><published>2005-04-20T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:47:53.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'> retarded. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was freezing cold today!! =O what happened to our 27 degrees??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was waiting for my dad at stc when i saw a couple of girls go out for a smoke...too bad they had a stroller w/ a kid in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they managed to appease the kid w/ an ice cap. while standing there letting the wind blow onto him/her...while they enjoyed their cigarettes &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously inconsiderate...and irresponsible. i don't care if they were just babysitting or if that was their kid...but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was the rant of the day. back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111404807306789199?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111404807306789199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111404807306789199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/04/retarded.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; retarded. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111195697935910841</id><published>2005-03-27T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:57:17.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'> what procrastination gets you... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while avoiding my essay i went blog reading...and came across raymond's site..and so obviously..i clicked the nerd test and ... have finally proven that i am NOT a nerd! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=5519" alt="I am nerdier than 6% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out, how nerdy are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111195697935910841?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111195697935910841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111195697935910841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-procrastination-gets-you.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; what procrastination gets you... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-111180539596459895</id><published>2005-03-25T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:51:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Lent's almost done....T - 2 hours. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so Lent's almost done...finally. i can't wait to go back online and be re-attached to the rest of the world. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned on the Bible on my ipaq the other day for the first time in a while and the first chapter/passage that opened up kinda rings true to what's going on w/ me rite now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = 2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul Sails for Rome&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1When it was decided that we would sail for Italy, Paul and some other prisoners were handed over to a centurion named Julius, who belonged to the Imperial Regiment. 2We boarded a ship from Adramyttium about to sail for ports along the coast of the province of Asia, and we put out to sea. Aristarchus, a Macedonian from Thessalonica, was with us. &lt;br /&gt;   3The next day we landed at Sidon; and Julius, in kindness to Paul, allowed him to go to his friends so they might provide for his needs. 4From there we put out to sea again and passed to the lee of Cyprus because the winds were against us. 5When we had sailed across the open sea off the coast of Cilicia and Pamphylia, we landed at Myra in Lycia. 6There the centurion found an Alexandrian ship sailing for Italy and put us on board. 7We made slow headway for many days and had difficulty arriving off Cnidus. When the wind did not allow us to hold our course, we sailed to the lee of Crete, opposite Salmone. 8We moved along the coast with difficulty and came to a place called Fair Havens, near the town of Lasea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9Much time had been lost, and sailing had already become dangerous because by now it was after the Fast.[a] So Paul warned them, 10“Men, I can see that our voyage is going to be disastrous and bring great loss to ship and cargo, and to our own lives also.” 11But the centurion, instead of listening to what Paul said, followed the advice of the pilot and of the owner of the ship. 12Since the harbor was unsuitable to winter in, the majority decided that we should sail on, hoping to reach Phoenix and winter there. This was a harbor in Crete, facing both southwest and northwest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Storm&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   13When a gentle south wind began to blow, they thought they had obtained what they wanted; so they weighed anchor and sailed along the shore of Crete. 14Before very long, a wind of hurricane force, called the “northeaster,” swept down from the island. 15The ship was caught by the storm and could not head into the wind; so we gave way to it and were driven along. 16As we passed to the lee of a small island called Cauda, we were hardly able to make the lifeboat secure. 17When the men had hoisted it aboard, they passed ropes under the ship itself to hold it together. Fearing that they would run aground on the sandbars of Syrtis, they lowered the sea anchor and let the ship be driven along. 18We took such a violent battering from the storm that the next day they began to throw the cargo overboard. 19On the third day, they threw the ship's tackle overboard with their own hands. 20When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and the storm continued raging, we finally gave up all hope of being saved. &lt;br /&gt;   21After the men had gone a long time without food, Paul stood up before them and said: “Men, you should have taken my advice not to sail from Crete; then you would have spared yourselves this damage and loss. 22But now I urge you to keep up your courage, because not one of you will be lost; only the ship will be destroyed. 23Last night an angel of the God whose I am and whom I serve stood beside me 24and said, ‘Do not be afraid, Paul. You must stand trial before Caesar; and God has graciously given you the lives of all who sail with you.’ 25So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will happen just as he told me. 26Nevertheless, we must run aground on some island.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shipwreck&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   27On the fourteenth night we were still being driven across the Adriatic[b] Sea, when about midnight the sailors sensed they were approaching land. 28They took soundings and found that the water was a hundred and twenty feet[c] deep. A short time later they took soundings again and found it was ninety feet[d] deep. 29Fearing that we would be dashed against the rocks, they dropped four anchors from the stern and prayed for daylight. 30In an attempt to escape from the ship, the sailors let the lifeboat down into the sea, pretending they were going to lower some anchors from the bow. 31Then Paul said to the centurion and the soldiers, “Unless these men stay with the ship, you cannot be saved.” 32So the soldiers cut the ropes that held the lifeboat and let it fall away. &lt;br /&gt;   33Just before dawn Paul urged them all to eat. “For the last fourteen days,” he said, “you have been in constant suspense and have gone without food–you haven't eaten anything. 34Now I urge you to take some food. You need it to survive. Not one of you will lose a single hair from his head.” 35After he said this, he took some bread and gave thanks to God in front of them all. Then he broke it and began to eat. 36They were all encouraged and ate some food themselves. 37Altogether there were 276 of us on board. 38When they had eaten as much as they wanted, they lightened the ship by throwing the grain into the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   39When daylight came, they did not recognize the land, but they saw a bay with a sandy beach, where they decided to run the ship aground if they could. 40Cutting loose the anchors, they left them in the sea and at the same time untied the ropes that held the rudders. Then they hoisted the foresail to the wind and made for the beach. 41But the ship struck a sandbar and ran aground. The bow stuck fast and would not move, and the stern was broken to pieces by the pounding of the surf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   42The soldiers planned to kill the prisoners to prevent any of them from swimming away and escaping. 43But the centurion wanted to spare Paul's life and kept them from carrying out their plan. He ordered those who could swim to jump overboard first and get to land. 44The rest were to get there on planks or on pieces of the ship. In this way everyone reached land in safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to ponder on. as usual...it (the Bible) gives hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-111180539596459895?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111180539596459895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/111180539596459895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/03/lents-almost-donet-2-hours.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Lent&apos;s almost done....T - 2 hours. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110887269223301550</id><published>2005-02-19T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:11:32.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'> mmm...chocolate... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled w/ V today..and ended up watching chocolat w/ her. oh man.. after that movie.. we just HAD to go out and get some chantico. it was SOOOOO good! good ol' unionville main street...i didn't even know we had a starbucks shop uptown. =T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note...to vanessa* remember...25% of ur music if u break it. good luck =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to pass out from chocolate overdose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110887269223301550?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110887269223301550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110887269223301550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/02/mmmchocolate.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; mmm...chocolate... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110861780210669825</id><published>2005-02-17T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:23:22.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'> sucks. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's all about sacrifices. u just don't have a choice about what u can and can't do. it's all about what other's tell u or what u have to do for the sake of others. as the saying goes..life's a bitch, but c'est la vie. u just have to go w/ the flow and play the cards life deals u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although there are both good hands and bad...it's like i've been dealt more of the bad ones than the good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the suckiest part is that despite knowing what i have to do...i have to do it via following what others want me to do..rather than to do it by my choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to free will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110861780210669825?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110861780210669825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110861780210669825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/02/sucks.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; sucks. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110800871831074954</id><published>2005-02-09T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:11:58.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Lent. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH...i gave up msn for Lent. i can't even go one day w/o it...talk about suffering. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need me? call/text/email me. see u on Good Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. i can do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110800871831074954?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110800871831074954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110800871831074954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/02/lent.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Lent. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110775099195223169</id><published>2005-02-06T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:36:31.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'> We Want To See Jesus Lifted High ~ Doug Horley </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to see Jesus lifted high,&lt;br /&gt;A banner that flies across the land,&lt;br /&gt;That all men might see the truth and know,&lt;br /&gt;He is the way to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We want to see, we want to see, we want to see Jesus lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;  We want to see, we want to see, we want to see Jesus lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Step by step we're moving forward,&lt;br /&gt;Little by little taking ground,&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer is a powerful weapon,&lt;br /&gt;Strongholds all come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And down and down and down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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went to my 12 o'clock class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; it was announced that the prof wasn't coming and we were going to watch a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; so me and gord said screw this, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; bumped into derek (not ccf-derek) and told him about the movie..so then he just turned rite around and went w/ us to just go read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; then i got so hungry we went to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; then to chapters on bloor to read while gord had lunch #2 w/ another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; finished the article..was pleased w/ myself..then ended up wasting the next hour or so cuz i couldn't concentrate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; but whatever..so then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; went to my 6 o'clock class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; was sitting out in the lobby w/ gord and derek cuz they'd walked me over...went out to make a call..then heard the guys laugh and say that i was gonna be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; so that got my curiosity and so i didn't bother w/ the call and went back to ask what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; their answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; ur prof isn't coming.. it's another movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; :| ?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; WHAT THE CRAP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; of all the days....BOTH my profs don't show. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; so basically, we waited for tianne to show up, told her that there was no lecture..and we all went to second cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*end conversation.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, i introduced the new starbucks chocolate drink to 2 ppl =) so good...but so chocolate-y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like chocolate milk + hot chocolate + more chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the diabetes coming on w/ the first sip. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110740703466026895?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110740703466026895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110740703466026895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-waste-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; what a waste of a day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110701566764986701</id><published>2005-01-29T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T11:21:07.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'> =) </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's taking an upturn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110701566764986701?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110701566764986701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110701566764986701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_29.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; =) &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110597312912216400</id><published>2005-01-17T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:45:29.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'> ahhhh.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain hurts. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to think about..and so little time to take it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only we could just compartmentalize each thought..then deal w/ it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110597312912216400?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110597312912216400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110597312912216400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhhh.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; ahhhh.... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110558337299527461</id><published>2005-01-12T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:34:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'> stupid, messed up weather. &gt;.&lt; </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame today SOLELY on ur head, WEATHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was icy this morning! i literally skated my way down my driveway =| i managed to stay on my feet, but the car wasn't as lucky. the wheels just slid over the ice and pretty much landed into the ditch...IN MY OWN DRIVEWAY! and it took like an HOUR to get out. *grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good part, was that my mother just told me to not bother going to school! yay! haha..it felt like grade school again, where u needed a parent's permission to skip school =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part of the day, was that i had to bail out on some ppl b/c of the icy-ness of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note* i'm sorry, i was really looking forward to going out w/ u! we're in school now, our sked's are bound to mix sometime! well, at least better than during the christmas break. hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it was quite...restful. i slept like the whole day away, instead of reading. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off...to hopefully read. later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110558337299527461?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110558337299527461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110558337299527461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; stupid, messed up weather. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110542199246473936</id><published>2005-01-11T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:39:52.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'> priceless. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after kowloon, yuk ling, grace y, karen, sam w, tim/bob and me were walking towards queen's park station and happened to come across the 3-way intersection at... crap...mc caul? hmm..we'll say it was mc caul..and college. so anyways, it was a green light for mc caul and so being that there were no cars around, yuk ling and grace (being at the front) started to jaywalk first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i got the brilliant idea of yelling out...'hey! there's a cop over there!' holy crap that was hilarious! everybody abruptly stopped and looked around w/ both yuk ling and grace looking frantically around b/c they were already off the curb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..u just got punked! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110542199246473936?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110542199246473936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110542199246473936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/priceless.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; priceless. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110472050542174892</id><published>2005-01-02T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:48:25.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'> New Year's Resolutions </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ get my license&lt;br /&gt;2/ be fit (i'm not fat...i just wanna be fit)&lt;br /&gt;3/ get decent grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to hoping i'll get all 3 done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110472050542174892?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110472050542174892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110472050542174892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; New Year&apos;s Resolutions &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110470427650442736</id><published>2005-01-02T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:17:56.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Yearn ~ Shane Barnard </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy design&lt;br /&gt;this place in time&lt;br /&gt;that i might seek and find my God&lt;br /&gt;my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord i want to yearn for You&lt;br /&gt;i want to burn with passion&lt;br /&gt;over You and only You&lt;br /&gt;Lord i want to yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your joy is mine&lt;br /&gt;yet why am i fine&lt;br /&gt;with all my singing and bringing grain&lt;br /&gt;in light of Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh You give life and breath&lt;br /&gt;through Him You give all things&lt;br /&gt;in Him we live and move&lt;br /&gt;that's why i sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110470427650442736?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110470427650442736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110470427650442736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2005/01/yearn-shane-barnard.html' title='&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt;&lt;u&gt; Yearn ~ Shane Barnard &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110452235567480200</id><published>2004-12-31T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:45:55.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'> is it really true? </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overheard a conversation today about the tsunami occurrance in south east asia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on christmas eve, a pastor/priest/a 'holy person' (not quite sure which...though probably a pastor) was killed. and then BOOM on the morning of the 26th, the tsunami.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was linked to the sodom &amp; gomorrah event in the Bible. how there were christians there living in banda, but the non-christians (muslim) totally outnumbered the christians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then God just waited til Jesus' birthday was over, then doled out the punishment they deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true or false? is it just coincidence? or totally unrelated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110452235567480200?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110452235567480200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110452235567480200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-it-really-true.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; is it really true? &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110303737977490640</id><published>2004-12-14T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T10:16:19.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'> been on this planet for twooooo decades... </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;goodness...the time has finally come for me to say sayonara to the teen years. and i say GOOD RIDDANCE! though there were obviously good, GOOD times, there have also been many many bad ones. overall, they haven't been the best times of my life as most ppl have experienced, but hey, c'est la vie. u win some, u lose some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure hope the next 20 will be more better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110303737977490640?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110303737977490640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110303737977490640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/been-on-this-planet-for-twooooo.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; been on this planet for twooooo decades... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110273431663685479</id><published>2004-12-10T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:07:31.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'> painful day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man...had fun, but it sure was painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to go workout before dodgeball today..and had to stop halfway cuz i was getting some MAD cramps (OUCH!) so then i went down to get some tylenol from the hart house store...but low and behold...the lady was on her lunch..(who has lunch at 2 - 3??) that's almost as bad as me having dinner at like 11 or midnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...so i had to wait around outside the store for half an hour in UBER pain til she came back. *grumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN as i was almost fully recuperated from it, got hit in the hand by calgary...*double grumble (though it was an accident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i was totally outta commission cuz i got hit in the right hand.. bashed and broke the nails (this part didn't hurt..it only caught the white part..i.e. the nail where u cut) of the joints of my middle &amp; ring finger, AND i'd also broken the nail of my first finger..but that actually just got bent back halfway as well...so it's still in tact..though ripped at the edges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i'm done writing my midterms. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a good note: went to bbt after..and was totally acting super asian by pulling out the cards and playing big two. hahah..haven't done either of that in AGES! and had an AMAZING hand which i raped everybody w/ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, overall, good times today..despite the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110273431663685479?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110273431663685479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110273431663685479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/painful-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; painful day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110255810659210585</id><published>2004-12-08T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:50:10.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'> done and done. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's out and my birthday &amp; christmas comes in =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx for the dvds, sneha! though i opened it earlier than i should have =P made my day that much brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110255810659210585?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110255810659210585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110255810659210585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/done-and-done.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; done and done. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110235557034560297</id><published>2004-12-06T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:52:50.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'> yay! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt; &lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning to find out that it's....SNOWING!!!! fresh snow...untouched by snowplows, cars, etc. so pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and i'm almost done school...3 more days...just 3 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110235557034560297?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110235557034560297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110235557034560297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; yay! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110159334313372376</id><published>2004-11-27T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:03:06.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'> in need of a study buddy..or buddies!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study schedule for this upcoming week (nov 29 - dec 3)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon --&gt; 2 - 6&lt;br /&gt;tues --&gt; 4:30 - 7..hmm, maybe even later..til 8:30..9?&lt;br /&gt;wed --&gt; 2 - 5&lt;br /&gt;thurs --&gt; 12 - 4&lt;br /&gt;fri --&gt; 3:30 - 4:30? &lt;--hmm..most likely not much studying done here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll most likely be able to be found at gerstein, though the location may change depending on my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme a shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110159334313372376?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110159334313372376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110159334313372376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-need-of-study-buddyor-buddies.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; in need of a study buddy..or buddies!! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110118409405034324</id><published>2004-11-22T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:28:14.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'> what a JERK-FACED thing to do. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for my parents in the parking lot at markville on sunday &amp; saw the most jerk-ish thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know how some ppl are too lazy to put their shopping carts into the cart 'shed' thingy? there was this middle-aged guy who just rolled the cart in some empty space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the wind was blowing pretty strong. it pushed the cart towards some of the cars... AND HE JUST WATCHED IT ROLL &amp; HIT A CAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't bother to even take ONE step forward to catch/grab it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERKFACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110118409405034324?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110118409405034324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110118409405034324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-jerk-faced-thing-to-do.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; what a JERK-FACED thing to do. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110084502774642578</id><published>2004-11-19T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:18:44.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Consuming Fire ~ Tim Hughes </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be more than this&lt;br /&gt;O breath of God come breathe within&lt;br /&gt;There must be more than this&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of God we wait for You&lt;br /&gt;Fill us anew we pray   &lt;br /&gt;Fill us anew we pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consuming fire fan into flame	&lt;br /&gt;A passion for Your name&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of God fall in this place Lord have Your way&lt;br /&gt;Lord have Your way with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come like a rushing wind&lt;br /&gt;Clothe us with power from on high&lt;br /&gt;Now set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;Leave us abandoned to Your praise&lt;br /&gt;Lord let Your glory fall, &lt;br /&gt;Lord let Your glory fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110084502774642578?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110084502774642578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110084502774642578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/consuming-fire-tim-hughes.html' title='&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Consuming Fire ~ Tim Hughes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110070414096910823</id><published>2004-11-17T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T10:10:14.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'> question of the day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;context: a jacket gets 25% plus an additional 30% should equal 55%. but when one calculates it, 50% off the original price is much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how does a 55% discount add up to less than a 50% discount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logically 55 is greater than 50, hence it should yield a greater amount of discount...shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble* curses on math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110070414096910823?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110070414096910823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110070414096910823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/question-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; question of the day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110057309276751395</id><published>2004-11-15T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:04:24.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'> my randomness for the day. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random tidbit #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an interesting bit from the conversation i had w/ dennis today. it went somewhere along the lines of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: ur pretty mushy on the inside &lt;br /&gt;D: yeah, i guess so, like an oreo or a viva puff &lt;br /&gt;C: but u can't be an oreo, ur not black! &lt;br /&gt;D: ok, fine, so like a Girl Guide cookie. u know w/ the soft cream on the inside. oh wait, crap, now THAT was mushy. &lt;br /&gt;C: indeed. (tap tap) I win! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, oh man, i sure miss having these random conversations w/ u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congrats on graduating today! same to u, barbara! (well, if u ever read this =T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, con hall has the world's most uncomfortable seats EVER! though the balcony has a pretty good view, &amp; is a good place to hide at when u want to take a nap. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random tidbit #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am...a bruise-magnet. i currently have 8 on my legs alone...&amp; i only know the original source of 1 of them =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110057309276751395?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110057309276751395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110057309276751395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-randomness-for-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; my randomness for the day. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-110020302627324311</id><published>2004-11-11T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:00:19.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'> grrr...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wondered why computers and me don't mix. we've got one messed up relationship. it hates me..and i'm dependent on it. go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, happily listening to a guest lecture and typing up whatever interesting points she's bringing up, while playing some games inbetween slides.. then BAM! my ipaq shuts down. i see the screen slowly turn blank..then completely black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so logically i try to make it come to life again. i tapped the screen w/ my finger, nothing happened. i tapped it w/ the stylus, still nothing. so i pressed a bit harder w/ my finger, again.. nothing happened. so i decided to push reset. then low and behold after a bunch of noises and stares from the ppl sitting around me. it turns on.... WITH BARELY ANYTHING ON IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just sit there flabbergasted and panicked because i've lost everything on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily we got a break soon after so i naturally grabbed my cell and ran outside to call clinton. and so his diagnosis was that i'd somehow managed to wipe out my entire hard drive. =| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the way he was explaining it to me, although it is possible to wipe out the hard drive, it seems really complicated and i didn't really get it. therefore, there was NO way i could have done it on my own w/o having somebody rite there beside me taking me through it step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i somehow managed to do it unknowingly. it's a mystery. one that probably nobody will ever be able to solve. it's not like i'd dropped it or mistreated it or anything. for $255..i think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, luckily i sync it regularly w/ my comp else i would have been UBER screwed. but yeah, now i just gotta wait around to get my Bible and games back. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-110020302627324311?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110020302627324311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/110020302627324311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/grrr.html' title='&lt;font color=#9999FF&gt; grrr... &lt;/font&gt; '/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109885554567226114</id><published>2004-10-27T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:44:51.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Prayer..it's a powerful thing </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father which art in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy name. &lt;br /&gt;Thy kingdom come. &lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done in earth, &lt;br /&gt;as it is in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us this day our daily bread. &lt;br /&gt;And forgive us our debts, &lt;br /&gt;as we forgive our debtors. &lt;br /&gt;And lead us not into temptation, &lt;br /&gt;but deliver us from evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thine is the kingdom, &lt;br /&gt;and the power, and the glory, &lt;br /&gt;for ever. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 6:9 - 13 KJV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109885554567226114?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109885554567226114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109885554567226114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/prayerits-powerful-thing.html' title='&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; Prayer..it&apos;s a powerful thing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109678000697539177</id><published>2004-10-03T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T01:06:46.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'> my first 'visitor' at work. =) </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. my first 'visitor' happened to be....alison! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her back was to me..but how'd i know it was her?? cuz she's so freakishly tall for a chinese person. that's how! hahaha. j/ks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yeah, just wanted to blog that. off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109678000697539177?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109678000697539177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109678000697539177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-first-visitor-at-work.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; my first &apos;visitor&apos; at work. =) &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109566185906047966</id><published>2004-09-20T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:56:27.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'> remember. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met this woman (Erin) in anthro last wed and she was telling me how she was part of the &lt;a href="http://www.leaderstoday.com"&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;Leaders Today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; organization. SOOO cool! wow. the stuff that she's said and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that she had said really touched me. -&gt; in Haiti, when someone leaves, dies or just goes away, they say, (in direct translation) 'remember.' in comparison, here, we say stuff like 'i miss u'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, their meaning of 'remember' is along the lines of 'i (will) remember the times (good/bad) that we have shared'. that just puts more ... feeling? meaning? ... into those few words. as opposed to the stuff that we say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something to think on. i mean, the words that come out of our mouths, are they just for the sake of hearing ourselves talk? or do we really mean what we say? we're constantly surrounded by superficiality to the point that it's so easy to just slip right into the crowd and do the same. especially as Christians, shouldn't we step up to the plate and NOT follow the crowd? set the example? be true in what we say? and yet it can be so hard to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;food for thought...&lt;/b&gt; do U mean what u say? or is it just the usual 'surface' talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, they're gonna start up a club here on campus. gonna see what i can do to help, even if it's not much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109566185906047966?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109566185906047966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109566185906047966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/remember.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; remember. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109513940888753583</id><published>2004-09-14T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:23:28.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'> shortest class ever. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prof: 'hi class, welcome to soc312. here's your syllabus. &lt;insert explanation of syllabus here&gt; alright, well, i wasn't able to connect my laptop to the overhead, hmmm...that's never happened before actually. well, i'm debating whether to continue with a lecture despite not having the slides...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority of class: 'NO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prof: 'very well, i'll see you all next week.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time it took for all of that ... 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if only they were ALL like that =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109513940888753583?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109513940888753583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109513940888753583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/shortest-class-ever.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; shortest class ever. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109479257918180535</id><published>2004-09-10T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:02:59.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'> first day of 3rd year. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came d/t to drop off the googly eyes to yuk ling cuz i'd forgotten to give him all of them yesterday. he said he was gonna leave at 12 so i was like..ok i'll come by around that time just so u don't have to wait. but i ended up getting there around 11:30 cuz it was a quick bus ride, then just napped til 12. THEN, we ended up wandering around looking for a place to each lunch and randomly met ppl on campus. them more chilln w/ ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my record stands at at least 28 ppl i've randomly met today. not including the ones that i'd 'planned' to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! random moment of the day... i met this girl who was in my pol208 class at the bookstore today. totally didn't see her until i almost ran her over w/ my big bag *oops! then we looked at each other and was like 'do i know u?' haha..it was one of those moments. then she was like 'yeah, i heard ur voice and turn and only saw ur back. but i didn't think it was u cuz ur hair's much longer.' but then when me and karen went to her section of the books, yeah, we recognized each other. AND she's also taking pol340 too. hahaha.. what a coinkidink =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the social aspect of my day. academically...it was kinda boring. didn't do too much, though both classes ended early. almost passed out during int'l law already though. =T *sigh* that's why i hate warm rooms w/ dark lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, then popped over to jon's birthday dinner. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY JON!) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home and watched more csi. oh man, i'm so hooked on that show. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THAt was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109479257918180535?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109479257918180535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109479257918180535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-of-3rd-year.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; first day of 3rd year. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109462071229182534</id><published>2004-09-08T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:03:50.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'> had 2 mini miracles from God today. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, we (utccf) had a freezie stand today on campus. too bad it'd rained..and rained..and rained. =( thus we had to move all the stuff inside to outside to inside again. =T BUT prayers are listened by God, even the ghetto ones!, cuz later on the sun came out and it was nice and sunny =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun = more comfort, more pleasure in serving and just more ppl wandering outside in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second miracle is.....I'VE GOT A JOB!!!! YIPPEEE!!! i'm a GAP girl. haha, granted that it's not the super, high-tech job everybody always wants, but it's something new. and 'sides, i'll be making some money. not to mention the sweet DISCOUNTS i'll be getting =D (yeah, the next few paychecks will probably be headed straight back into the cash drawers again =T) *shrug, c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, that's TWO miracles in one day. GO GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109462071229182534?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109462071229182534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109462071229182534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-2-mini-miracles-from-god-today_08.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; had 2 mini miracles from God today. &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109427602346421386</id><published>2004-09-04T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:38:24.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'> you are blessed. </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this off an email a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you woke up this morning &lt;br /&gt;with more health than illness...&lt;br /&gt;You are more blessed &lt;br /&gt;than the million who will not survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never experienced the danger of battle, &lt;br /&gt;the loneliness of imprisonment, &lt;br /&gt;the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation...&lt;br /&gt;You are ahead of 500 million people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can attend a place of worship &lt;br /&gt;without fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death...&lt;br /&gt;You are more blessed &lt;br /&gt;than 3 billion people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, &lt;br /&gt;clothes on your back, a roof overhead &lt;br /&gt;and a place to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;You are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet &lt;br /&gt;and spare change in a dish somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;You are among &lt;br /&gt;the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold up your head &lt;br /&gt;with a smile on your face and are truly thankful...&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed &lt;br /&gt;because the majority can, but most do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold someone's hand, &lt;br /&gt;hug them or even touch them on the shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed &lt;br /&gt;because you can offer a healing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing &lt;br /&gt;in that someone was thinking of you and, &lt;br /&gt;furthermore, you are more blessed &lt;br /&gt;than over 2 billion people in the world that cannot read at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ever take life for granted. peace. &lt;b&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109427602346421386?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109427602346421386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109427602346421386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-are-blessed.html' title='&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; you are blessed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109418275359720299</id><published>2004-09-02T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T02:31:49.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'> guess what...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored. *surprise surprise* =T and found a hogwarts house test online. but it doesn't work anymore, so...i changed the link to &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/free/select.php?client=wizardry"&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What's Your Hogwarts House?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the order of what i got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1/ Gryffindor - brave, bold, daring! =D YAY! &lt;br /&gt;#2/ Slytherin - cunning, ambitious, machiavellian. =| boo. &lt;br /&gt;#3/ Ravenclaw - smart, intellectual. meh.&lt;br /&gt;#4/ Hufflepuff - patient, hardworking, loyal. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to be in...GRYFFINDOR!!! not slytherin!!! yippeeee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109418275359720299?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109418275359720299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109418275359720299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/guess-what.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; guess what...&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109406045933072769</id><published>2004-09-01T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:40:59.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'> new word of the day </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bruncher&lt;/strong&gt;:  a meal that encompasses breakfast, lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109406045933072769?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109406045933072769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109406045933072769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-word-of-day.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; new word of the day &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145307.post-109389207472659010</id><published>2004-08-30T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:54:34.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'> the turtle always wins the race </title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, though the starter's gun's been shot a LONG time ago.. good to see that ur off the starter's block, v. keep strong, stick to what u know is rite..and u'll do fine. we're always here for u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u, *MUAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145307-109389207472659010?l=myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109389207472659010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145307/posts/default/109389207472659010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflectionsonstuff.blogspot.com/2004/08/turtle-always-wins-race.html' title='&lt;font color= #9999FF&gt; the turtle always wins the race &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>~ care ~</name><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></entry></feed>
