<?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-8906204809483735463</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:19:29.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE, here, &amp; ...here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-8221441760088087422</id><published>2011-06-28T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:48:10.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint dept</title><content type='html'>My weekend getaway gave me a different outlook. From friends to work to my finances, a lot needs to be reevaluated most importantly my future.&lt;br /&gt; Since my return I've realized a lot is lacking from my life. My desire and ambition went out the window when I let my self get lost and comfortable. I began to limit myself, my potential went MIA. It kills me to realize how much time I've wasted prioritizing irrelevant things and people before what is truly important. I knew it all along. Where were my standards and everything I learned from past struggles?&lt;br /&gt; It's unfortunate that it took a simple weekend getaway and a 75 dollar cab ride conversation to enlighten me. The minute I found my self with nothing to do, with an abundance of time feeling rather lonely and powerless I told myself that I wouldn't succumb to this type of behavior. I couldn't allow my self to waste another year wishing to be successful. I won't fill the void with temporary fixes. I really must get to work. I refuse to live pay check to pay check. I have to find my self respect in order to achieve my goals, I must rediscover my self worth In order to be successful and take advantage of opportunities or at-least discover some. From this moment on I musnt pity my self, I have to be an accomplished successful man who can provide for his family who can have anything he desires with hard work. I want to make my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I want to be a free man".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-8221441760088087422?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/8221441760088087422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2011/06/complaint-dept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8221441760088087422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8221441760088087422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2011/06/complaint-dept.html' title='Complaint dept'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-588858082317802978</id><published>2010-09-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:46:45.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TIXfu5yEJuI/AAAAAAAAALI/sD4zOsNJA4I/s1600/gap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TIXfu5yEJuI/AAAAAAAAALI/sD4zOsNJA4I/s400/gap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514059315662825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TIXfuqURvwI/AAAAAAAAALA/myLVKm43z1Y/s1600/tumblr_l87k97lPuZ1qzu7cuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TIXfuqURvwI/AAAAAAAAALA/myLVKm43z1Y/s400/tumblr_l87k97lPuZ1qzu7cuo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514059311511355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n gelly want them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-588858082317802978?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/588858082317802978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/588858082317802978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/588858082317802978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay.html' title='yay!!!'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TIXfu5yEJuI/AAAAAAAAALI/sD4zOsNJA4I/s72-c/gap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-1964092657668256852</id><published>2010-08-09T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:49:08.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply put...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TF_dHCwhJrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q4zLI4BoyGM/s1600/tumblr_l5t6g9z6Dh1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TF_dHCwhJrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q4zLI4BoyGM/s400/tumblr_l5t6g9z6Dh1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503360382739228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0ff top im reconsidering what im doing, who im doin it with, and who i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to hang out with.  Seems like i be doin too much for certain people who dont care to show the same respect.  I don't expect or ask for anything, however, i think it should be default or known that a friend should be down regardless. This truly goes out to whoever feels like im subliminally talk about you, don't be surprised either. With that being said, i should really focus my time and efforts on those who i believe are genuine with me.  I admit that i havn't been makin a huge effort and have been caught up doin my own thing.  I must balance my time on those who would enjoy my company and want to know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shorteey&lt;/span&gt; is doing. I'd like to add that this isnt goin toward anyone in specific... its just in general, a lot of stuff has gone on that triggered my decision.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im ready&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better google me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-1964092657668256852?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/1964092657668256852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/08/simply-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1964092657668256852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1964092657668256852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/08/simply-put.html' title='simply put...'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TF_dHCwhJrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q4zLI4BoyGM/s72-c/tumblr_l5t6g9z6Dh1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-1506733890256835150</id><published>2010-07-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T02:45:17.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOtice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TDw1pkpU-xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a9woH9_-R14/s1600/list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TDw1pkpU-xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a9woH9_-R14/s400/list.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493324633813089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then.. lets have a go at this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last couple of days that i havnt been blogging ive noticed ive been in a lot of denial about things. Denial with a mix of negligence and a hint of abandonment. Which is why i decided to make several changes in the way i live and minor alterations here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money has been a pain for several years now.  i cant seem to budget or save or simply handle my income.  It seems to be my biggest problem and yet its the one i seem to neglect the most.  I dont know when ill learn to manage my money, or lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with food is just crazy, its an abusive love/hate relationship... i tend to eat everything in sight even when im not hungry.  Ive read and watched several informants in regards to healthy eating etc and none of them seem to register.  However today i saw something that really caught my attention more than anything else.  I think ill start applying what i learned to hopefully gain some self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i grew up being a swimmer, baseball, basketball, some kind of sport player instead im a pile of undeveloped muscles.  I have no body strength what so ever and its kinda sad haha.  I accept i can absolutely do something about it but ive been lazy all my life, which sounds horrible.  Even typing it makes me cringe... Recently ive been to the gym... ok like once, over a week ago.  Im somewhat proud of it cos i tried at-least.. even though i woke up feelin crap for the next 3 days, but i gained a confidence i lacked when i went to the gym previous times.  Thanks to the help of a friend i learned some stuff.. but i've got more to learn and once is nothing to what ive yet to accomplish.  i just need to be strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the world been infected with inconsiderate, selfish people?  It seems as if a majority of people i know would rather drop good friends for whatever sounds better that minute.  I feel like i make a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; to try and be friends with some people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;. Even though it shouldn't bother me, it does.  That's just my nature i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list could go on... these are just things ive noticed as of late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-1506733890256835150?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/1506733890256835150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1506733890256835150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1506733890256835150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/notice.html' title='nOtice'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TDw1pkpU-xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a9woH9_-R14/s72-c/list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-5097435167961000851</id><published>2010-07-03T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:54:21.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC8RjyArdCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pbuJmmSHxNg/s1600/muscle_man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC8RjyArdCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pbuJmmSHxNg/s400/muscle_man.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489625777205638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been so miserable for the last 24 hours.  why does it hurt trying to be buff! i can't stretch my arms or properly drive with out feeling like me arms are being torn off.  Im just about ready to give up and declare chubby for life.  At least i can eat chips and chocolate and be warm and comfy as well as lonely with high standards that'll get me no where haha. just kidding.. hopefully itll go away with constant work&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC8SAubqWoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TXBwp472sNU/s1600/425.olsen.ashley.052109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC8SAubqWoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TXBwp472sNU/s400/425.olsen.ashley.052109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489626274461276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on that note i really want these sunglasses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final thought&lt;/span&gt;: i don't really care for how things changed between me and someone.  i understand its different but i didn't think it'd end up like that.  i figured it'd withstand all that.  Im my own person, i wasn't part of that situation.  i kept it separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-5097435167961000851?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/5097435167961000851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5097435167961000851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5097435167961000851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweets.html' title='sweets'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC8RjyArdCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pbuJmmSHxNg/s72-c/muscle_man.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-7422653321396058794</id><published>2010-07-01T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:42:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tightrOpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC2DYDUAmRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/y44EFlgV4Es/s1600/janelle-monae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC2DYDUAmRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/y44EFlgV4Es/s400/janelle-monae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489187970063833362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Janelle Monae... i love her.  Not only is she unique but she is stylish and is so raw.  Her vocals and the way she flows is on point. She expresses her personality and exudes confidence, a trait many don't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off top, im not one to trip.  I used to dwell and stress on things.  I made it a point not to focus on negativity and worry bout shit.  However when something bugs me ill speak on it.  What i dont understand and really bothers me is when people are so uptight and worry so much about what others think about them.  Maybe it comes with age because i suppose i used to have that mind set.  Now its like fuck it who cares?  Whats the point of acting like someone you clearly arent? idk i can read through people sometimes.  Nevermind... lol. enjoy the video tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="311"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/P2xWVP72WiMRNaSY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/P2xWVP72WiMRNaSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="311"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-7422653321396058794?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/7422653321396058794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/tightrope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/7422653321396058794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/7422653321396058794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/tightrope.html' title='tightrOpe'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TC2DYDUAmRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/y44EFlgV4Es/s72-c/janelle-monae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-333102928490733988</id><published>2010-07-01T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:35:29.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itinerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCxXFnJp_FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vLkOABjxmos/s1600/tv+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCxXFnJp_FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vLkOABjxmos/s400/tv+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488857799778237522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being pitted down against my will back at home has got me feelin a bit under the weather.  The lack of funds don't make it any better either.  Its as if ill never see the light at the end of this narrow tunnel.  I like me in vacation mode a lot better, the farmers tan nottt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCxZvztfOOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-ZuWci1QyHY/s1600/huarache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCxZvztfOOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-ZuWci1QyHY/s400/huarache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488860723727513826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that brings me comfort are the spontaneous adventures with the #fam, RTB, Crystal Castles, and pOpscenes summer line up. I'm lookin' to make a dent this summer by making it memorable.  Even if our summer plans don't go through, fuck it ill take what comes my way, with good company that is, and of course with denim button ups, denim cut off shorts, plaid button ups, fedoras, wayfarers/clubmasters ill welcome a good sun-glass tan why not? itll go with my farmers tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget about my treasured huaraches ive yet to conquer... damn you Jeffrey Campbell and your expensive yet really good taste.  If i don't cash out now.. its pretty much never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the beginning of summer, being smart, getting out of debt, trying to accomplishing a tan,  dustin off the fixie ive neglected and forgotten about, cheap champagne and cigarettes, to making more friends with good taste, catching up with old friends, and looking good doin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-333102928490733988?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/333102928490733988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/uncomfortable-itinerary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/333102928490733988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/333102928490733988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/07/uncomfortable-itinerary.html' title='itinerary'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCxXFnJp_FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vLkOABjxmos/s72-c/tv+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-2286736714663076011</id><published>2010-06-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:03:17.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCr4wa83kWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c_kh7vRWwjI/s1600/tumblr_kz68n7vgc51qzwopto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCr4wa83kWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c_kh7vRWwjI/s400/tumblr_kz68n7vgc51qzwopto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488472606656401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  If I let you under my skin its only cause &lt;span class="mod" title=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; welcomed  you. Be it as it may, ill choose the high road and disregard any further  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose ill just have to be a little more selfish and care less.  Something out of character yet much required asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-2286736714663076011?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/2286736714663076011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/06/critters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2286736714663076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2286736714663076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/06/critters.html' title='critters'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/TCr4wa83kWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c_kh7vRWwjI/s72-c/tumblr_kz68n7vgc51qzwopto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-612336616847191017</id><published>2010-04-30T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:46:02.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fam</title><content type='html'>what makes for a perfect life?................. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wealth&lt;/span&gt;?... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im livin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wealthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off top, true friends are hard to find but i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no problem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-612336616847191017?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/612336616847191017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/04/fam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/612336616847191017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/612336616847191017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/04/fam.html' title='fam'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-3605478608644136677</id><published>2010-01-11T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:38:25.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOt FUSS</title><content type='html'>surprise! herroOoo here i aM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i suppose i should have a go at the bloggin again? its been a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost 5lbs! yessssss ::bow bow::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had a wonderful fulfilling winter break. i bonded for days with group of GREAT positive fun loving people... i swear it should have been documented on film... starting off with the flight to Vegas. i think ive fallen in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although winter break is soon to be over i guess i can say im somewhat excited to begin a new semester? especially because im sooooooo much closer to graduating... ive wasted so much time! but its alright.. itd be foolish to focus on something i have no interest in, but ive found it.  i got work to do 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking... well, wishing... i could go somewhere that would play alllllll my favourite songs, while i just dance all night.  yenno, i hate when i want to dance but im stuck? like u just cant dance anywhere with out lookin mad.  i miss popscene tho? i really want to check out the blank club in sj tho.  however ive spent very many pleasant drunk nights on that popscene dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past year... my main focus was to make my life fulfilling and worth remembering.  i said to my self.... "5 years from now you'll be thirty and have nothing to show for it... get to work"  and just in 2009 ive made great strides to succeed my goal.  im eager to see what improvement ill make in 2010.  a step a time tho... no need to rush life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also quite fond of how much growth, strength, confidence, courage, and happiness ive gained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done alright for my self... im proud of that, im proud of my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK IT EASY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-3605478608644136677?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/3605478608644136677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/3605478608644136677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/3605478608644136677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tada.html' title='hOt FUSS'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-8386603679545711464</id><published>2009-11-06T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:47:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this thing On?</title><content type='html'>right then..  im not gonna make this an emO rant, however, Id like to take this quick moment to clear my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, Ive been doin my head in, on top of of the lack of sleep, malnutrition, and neglecting whats important to me, ive been letting this foul evil entity get the best of me.  Ive done everything in my power to get the FUCK out of being in this position,  but certain people just love to push my buttons. Im not one to let shit slide... im gonna let you know.  I don't care for rude arrogant, condescending, conniving, rude ungrateful people. Sure sure it takes more effort to hate (well not hate, hate is such a harsh word) lets just say i dont care for you but DAMN you disturb me. I'm THIS close to bursting and declaring war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note...! i really like this song haha.. enjoy&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQrufAHPRv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQrufAHPRv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-8386603679545711464?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/8386603679545711464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-thing-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8386603679545711464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8386603679545711464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-thing-on.html' title='is this thing On?'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-2465813208004691222</id><published>2009-10-14T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:26:35.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Hecho Esta Hecho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como Fue? Que Paso? Otra Vez? Aqui Estoy... que coraje....  lo hecho esta hecho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;blow by blow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i didn't see it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;blow by blow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;sucker punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;rushes in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;rushes in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you are here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i can't control, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;feel it in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i can't control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i feel you in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you're knocking at my windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you're slow to lettin me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;and i know this feeling oh, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;left hook, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I didn't see it comin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;left hook, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you've got dead aim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;rushes out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;rushes out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you always run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i can't control, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;feel it in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i can't control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i feel you in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you're knockin at my windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you're slow to letting me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;and i know this feeling oh, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i feel it in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;and then my skull feels pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i feel it in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i feel it in my skull&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i take a breath, take a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;with me blow by blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;take a break, take a break from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;you are here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i take my heart out of my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i just don't need it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;take my hand up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;i just don't need it anymore&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-2465813208004691222?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/2465813208004691222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-hecho-esta-hecho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2465813208004691222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2465813208004691222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-hecho-esta-hecho.html' title='Lo Hecho Esta Hecho'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-7666584006485328843</id><published>2009-09-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:00:46.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SEPTEMBER iSSUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY THERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHqFerSWFP4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHqFerSWFP4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh what a couple of days its been...i recently volunteered for my very first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fashion show&lt;/span&gt; and i have to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MACY*S PASSPORT 2009 FASHION SHOW&lt;/span&gt; was quite an experience.  All the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glitz&lt;/span&gt; and behind the scene action was rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;intriguing, exhilarating, and inspiring&lt;/span&gt;. ive got so many ideas in my head they're spewing out! [above is a glimpse of past passport shows, but gives you an idea of what i experienced.]  i aspire to be involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the fashion industry even more now.  Although ive stumbled upon a few bumps that have detoured my plan, i still remain focused and my ambitions will remain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i look forward to what life has to offer me.  I look forward to my dreams coming true.  I am thankful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God willing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will succ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SrnNx69LijI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eWe4CHTndsw/s1600-h/1246771827411178.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SrnNx69LijI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eWe4CHTndsw/s400/1246771827411178.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384561087021287986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this hitter... i LOVE this track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNCQWkVtiZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNCQWkVtiZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-7666584006485328843?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/7666584006485328843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-sleepyheadddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/7666584006485328843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/7666584006485328843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-sleepyheadddddd.html' title='THE SEPTEMBER iSSUE'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SrnNx69LijI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eWe4CHTndsw/s72-c/1246771827411178.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-1127646031105584518</id><published>2009-08-31T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:47:26.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiKE A DRUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Spt-8owAFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CMZpflU0DQw/s1600-h/1245522461496517.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Spt-8owAFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CMZpflU0DQw/s400/1245522461496517.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376030160392820370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Don't look to the approval of others for your mental stability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The most important thing is to do things, not to have done them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Success nullifies. You then have to do it again, preferably differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I have no scene. I go everywhere. I adapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Throwing money out the window brings money back in through the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-K.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Spt-vSr2lhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xso0MYrYxOM/s1600-h/124819504139359.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Spt-vSr2lhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xso0MYrYxOM/s320/124819504139359.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376029931131541010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-1127646031105584518?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/1127646031105584518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1127646031105584518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1127646031105584518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-drug.html' title='LiKE A DRUG'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Spt-8owAFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CMZpflU0DQw/s72-c/1245522461496517.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-2024552716792412242</id><published>2009-08-04T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:52:09.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cHAPTER E11_EVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bendiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SngopQs9jSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-UUbs0JaMdU/s1600-h/1248372769844792.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SngopQs9jSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-UUbs0JaMdU/s320/1248372769844792.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366083645335244066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you were unaware that diamonds came with debt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; those silly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;games&lt;/span&gt; life plays... I don't know what to do with the cards i just got dealt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; reasons:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to play cards and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TWO&lt;/span&gt; ..."[i] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gotta case of the fake people&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can create your own situation by speaking positive words into your own life...&lt;br /&gt;You have the power of life and death in your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Only worry about what our creator thinks" - Diane Medina-Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;invested&lt;/span&gt; a lot and came out &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bankrupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the end.  ill let karma take over from here cos i got to much to do, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[as of now this is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rf98qzNaQ6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rf98qzNaQ6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it really makes you think, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-2024552716792412242?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/2024552716792412242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2024552716792412242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2024552716792412242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-11.html' title='cHAPTER E11_EVEN'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SngopQs9jSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-UUbs0JaMdU/s72-c/1248372769844792.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-4436408193765857567</id><published>2009-07-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:13:16.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this agri over analytical friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnLRrk5jkxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e2Mv-UdjCc0/s1600-h/Photo+61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnLRrk5jkxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e2Mv-UdjCc0/s320/Photo+61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364580652721345298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makin the most of whats left of this winterish summer we've been having.  may i add, its rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; and very eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnItmLYRZOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VFsoSoVQBKY/s1600-h/6771_1088180846703_1291914609_30257754_1750422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnItmLYRZOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VFsoSoVQBKY/s320/6771_1088180846703_1291914609_30257754_1750422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364400240064554210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lorie beth david&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my friend with the all first names. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LBD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be her alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnIp_yfcm-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wttmidicA2w/s1600-h/zpfile001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnIp_yfcm-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wttmidicA2w/s320/zpfile001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364396282013850594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;together we paint the town &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, break hearts, and make curious minds wonder, we make a great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnIp_fbNy2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NC-wRkkyyLI/s1600-h/zpfile000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnIp_fbNy2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NC-wRkkyyLI/s320/zpfile000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364396276895828834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ask and yee shall recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-4436408193765857567?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/4436408193765857567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-agri-over-analytical-friend-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4436408193765857567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4436408193765857567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-agri-over-analytical-friend-of.html' title='this agri over analytical friend of mine'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SnLRrk5jkxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e2Mv-UdjCc0/s72-c/Photo+61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-2221463022792967285</id><published>2009-07-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:55:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHASiNG LiGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stolaf.edu/people/murphye/hyperpoem/f_SunLightEnem_963f880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.stolaf.edu/people/murphye/hyperpoem/f_SunLightEnem_963f880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i be expected to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHINE&lt;/span&gt; when you're blocking my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;?  its a bit draining trying to succeed when negative beings prohibit my success... i feel limited.  its rather annoying being put down and just unable to live positive when im tied down.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;get off my spot light&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"If you say i aim too high from down below well, say it now 'cause when i'm gone you'll be callin' but i won't be at the phone "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2221463022792967285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/2221463022792967285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/07/chasing-lights.html' title='CHASiNG LiGHTS'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-8093563319792100626</id><published>2009-07-15T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:02:40.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can i be blunt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We'll end up numb from playing video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;and we'll get sick of having sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And we'll get fat from eating candy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;as we drink ourselves to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We'll stay up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;mixing mix tapes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;photoshopping pictures of ourselves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;as we masterbate to these pixelated images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;of strangers fucking themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We are very busy people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We are very busy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;There's crusty socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;and stacks of pizza boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;leading trails straight to the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And when we're done sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;we'll stay busy dreaming of the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;that we do not have yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Well there's a long list of chores and shit to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;before we play, oh let's just piss away the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Crank call the cops down at the station,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;just for friendly conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;requesting songs they never play;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Let's hear the one that goes like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We are very busy people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We are very busy people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;But we've always got time for new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;So come on over and knock on our door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;it's open what you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We may be sprawled out on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;but we still make lovely company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Pull up a chair, I'll pour some tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We'll shoot the shit, 'bout everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;till you get sick of politics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;and flip on the TV screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;we stare at the TV screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;That Donnie Darko DVD has been playing for a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;and we know every single word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I got an iPod like a pirate ship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I'll sail the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;with fifty thousand songs I never heard-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And all the best of them go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;La la la la la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;la la la la la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-5238325690759839768</id><published>2009-07-15T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:54:27.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecast: Cloudy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sl2nOFtz4YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1jlfE9VwXLs/s1600-h/IMG_9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sl2nOFtz4YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1jlfE9VwXLs/s200/IMG_9900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358622992135086466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended attire:&lt;/span&gt; something thick, bulletproof if available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u've exhausted yourself tryin and u get to a point in which u realize ... it really was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; what you expected... and the time you invested? well of course it was taken for granted and wasted, nothing new, in fact ur immune to it, your mind got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clouded&lt;/span&gt;.  u went into it whole heartedly with nothing to lose, except some of your morals and maybe a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; dignity.  It actually makes you think of what's relevant and frankly it wasnt even worth it.  So now ur overdrawn beyond your limit with no ends in sight.  u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fool&lt;/span&gt;ishly think... "haha i really wanted this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"   though i shot a few blanks i managed to cause somewhat of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ripple&lt;/span&gt; effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me clave con Pies Descalzos y sali clavado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-5238325690759839768?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/5238325690759839768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/07/forecast-cloudy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5238325690759839768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5238325690759839768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/07/forecast-cloudy.html' title='Forecast: Cloudy'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sl2nOFtz4YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1jlfE9VwXLs/s72-c/IMG_9900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-8956793838346221591</id><published>2009-06-15T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:46:32.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98 degrees and rising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjbMhPNYDII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3HiGfnVeG8o/s1600-h/nicole-scherzinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjbMhPNYDII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3HiGfnVeG8o/s400/nicole-scherzinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347686478939425922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; around the corner and so is the dreaded farmers tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it i can't keep relying on the good ol' cardigans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like me, many have been neglecting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; memberships...  there's just something about the time and progress of getting in shape.  However... everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; look better when you're fit and ill be one step closer to Nicole Scherzinger (haha) ..  hmm... so maybe i should take one for the team, quit making excuses, and hit the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; to get rid of these wobbly bits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but until then...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" is the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-8956793838346221591?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/8956793838346221591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/06/98-degrees-and-rising.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8956793838346221591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8956793838346221591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/06/98-degrees-and-rising.html' title='98 degrees and rising.'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjbMhPNYDII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3HiGfnVeG8o/s72-c/nicole-scherzinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-3621231309678777031</id><published>2009-06-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:21:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ViTAMiN C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjYRpjD2jqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Dkz9gMpGg00/s1600-h/IMG00049-20090614-1803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjYRpjD2jqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Dkz9gMpGg00/s320/IMG00049-20090614-1803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347481013032750754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just me and my nig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so ive maintained a clean room for quite some time now. having company really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW:&lt;/span&gt; are there giants too, in the dance? cos this is about life and life isnt about about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh graduation time of the year.  my younger brother graduated today. someone explain how he graduated before me? and can my family NOT ask if i graduated yet? haha, its hard to explain the movement im living... especially in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENTAL NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; study abroad, like in England.. and perfect accent, among other things like academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminder:&lt;/span&gt; purchase cool notebook to log thoughts about my book and magazine ideas. and sketches.. should involve sketches.. yea sketches are a must. (look for colour pencils)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under  construction:&lt;/span&gt; think, live, and breathe French casual, American casual is just not cuttin it.  International mind set in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Effective immediately:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STATEMENT PIECES&lt;/span&gt;, very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjYKFI2rsEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DYEib5jET6s/s1600-h/CIMG6822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjYKFI2rsEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DYEib5jET6s/s320/CIMG6822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347472690941505602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the URRUTiCOCHEA men.&lt;br /&gt;can my Dad smile one time? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k CM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-3621231309678777031?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/3621231309678777031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/06/vitamin-c.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/3621231309678777031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/3621231309678777031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/06/vitamin-c.html' title='ViTAMiN C'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SjYRpjD2jqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Dkz9gMpGg00/s72-c/IMG00049-20090614-1803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-3304862177094898507</id><published>2009-06-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:00:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RiGHT THEN...</title><content type='html'>what an uneventful day. LAZINESS consumed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.   im pretty irked i completely wasted it.  i just laid about all day, the most productive thing i did was get my wireless internet fixed.. which took over a fucking hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, my dog just pissed on the floor... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;note to self&lt;/span&gt;: cool dress socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-3304862177094898507?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/3304862177094898507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-MWhZfsuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JNoe8KjtTSw/s1600-h/jas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-MWhZfsuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JNoe8KjtTSw/s200/jas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341142001635013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-I-tilXQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dVVYFrnWawM/s1600-h/BowTies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-I-tilXQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dVVYFrnWawM/s200/BowTies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341138294042615042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mental note:&lt;/span&gt; bow ties for work...O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MAN all the new possibilities and opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reminder:&lt;/span&gt; pick up the new nylOn guy magazine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-J4WqHjFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VkopFb-SPus/s1600-h/bowtie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh-J4WqHjFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VkopFb-SPus/s200/bowtie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341139284332612690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-4148377277057222050</id><published>2009-05-28T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:59:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may i have your attention please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8eqJNdYAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Iw57Ysb8q2w/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8eqJNdYAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Iw57Ysb8q2w/s200/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021392460406786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8epmqxzlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gKhqYem3E6U/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8epmqxzlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gKhqYem3E6U/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021383188139602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8epp0eTjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9UdOoDqpyAE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8epp0eTjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9UdOoDqpyAE/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021384034111026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8ep0155OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8AYA0TAGEWU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8ep0155OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8AYA0TAGEWU/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021386992903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DONE WITH THE SEMESTER!!! now i can sleep in and ride my bike and spend hours catching up on my dvr and uti-lize my gym membership that has been billing me for 7 months and ive only gone 3 times, two of those time i actually worked out... the third the locker ate my money and i spent fighting with the receptionist.. anyway! i refuse to be fat this summer so my goal for june is to lose 10lbs and be under 200lbs ahhahaa, dont judge me if i dont meet my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 26 27 28 i will be making my way down south if i get the weekend off.  i need a getaway!! i wish megabus was still up and running in the bay area.. but thats ok the drive there clears my mind and i can sing as loud as i want and stoge through the whole trip and i can travel everywhere in LA.  i can bring my bike too and ride to Cha with heather.  its called cha right? k can i get a tall mint/green tea warm thanks.  that sounds like fucken HEAVEN right now.  ps edc 2 day festival!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which i will be fucken faded for two days straight.  and then ill have all of sunday to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so its summer time. hit me up! lets be friends, lets kick it. let me meet your friends. lets have coffee, lets have a drink and a stoge. bond with me. come over and let me come over, lets fall in love, lets LOL!, lets runaway, lets be wreckless!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8efILZjOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ojMoM3ugyEg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8efILZjOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ojMoM3ugyEg/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021203204771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8eYnRb8_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/89PoLZFOLPw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4148377277057222050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-i-have-your-attention-please.html' title='may i have your attention please'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sh8eqJNdYAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Iw57Ysb8q2w/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-8190367408591572892</id><published>2009-05-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:33:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crOssing the rubicOn</title><content type='html'>the sounds lost in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-8190367408591572892?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/8190367408591572892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossing-rubicon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8190367408591572892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/8190367408591572892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossing-rubicon.html' title='crOssing the rubicOn'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-1223787173541443693</id><published>2009-05-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:05:42.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJs</title><content type='html'>im sorry i cant be there to clean up the mess he left.&lt;br /&gt;i regret im still anchored to this area code by debt and lack of funds.&lt;br /&gt;i apologize you don't have the suitable company surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the 15 minute drive to san leandro that summer.&lt;br /&gt;i cringe at the reminder 20lbs 3 years later.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im not there to shield u from harm&lt;br /&gt;too bad im not feet away from fighting your battles&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could temporarily mend your wounds with steve and andre&lt;br /&gt;as u wipe your snot on my shoulder and we toast in our pjs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-1223787173541443693?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/1223787173541443693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/05/pjs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1223787173541443693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/1223787173541443693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/05/pjs.html' title='PJs'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-5658884520626058626</id><published>2009-04-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:26:16.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bOxing</title><content type='html'>"I was programmed to be [silent], so I ran..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never even given a chance.  Even as an infant I was taken advatage of against my will.  It must've set a trend or messed with my psyche.  I've constantly battled numerous times not trying to fall on my face everytime I trust and let someone get over on me... even my self at times. I could be my worst enemy, but that's another story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my new year and I'm starting so fresh out the shower.  Sorry I've got no time for issues, I'm preoccupied with my priorities. Approx for 25yrs I've been trapped in a box and preoccupied with what doesn't matter. But I've been steppin out slowly and as of today, the first day of my year, I'm walkin away from it and not lookin back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-5658884520626058626?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/5658884520626058626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/04/boxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5658884520626058626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5658884520626058626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/04/boxing.html' title='bOxing'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-4273878307181889979</id><published>2009-04-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:41:38.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in the make up</title><content type='html'>I'm sentimental&lt;br /&gt;So I walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've got some habits&lt;br /&gt;Even I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I go to the corner&lt;br /&gt;And I end up in Spain&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;br /&gt;I sit and daydream&lt;br /&gt;I've got daydreams galore&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette ashes&lt;br /&gt;There they go on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I go away weekends&lt;br /&gt;And leave my keys in the door&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be more conventional&lt;br /&gt;People talk and they stare&lt;br /&gt;So I try&lt;br /&gt;But that can't be&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't see&lt;br /&gt;My strange little world&lt;br /&gt;Just go passing me by&lt;br /&gt;let people wonder&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em laugh&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em frown&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the moon's upside down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember&lt;br /&gt;I was always your clown&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-4273878307181889979?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/4273878307181889979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-in-make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4273878307181889979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4273878307181889979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-in-make-up.html' title='it&apos;s all in the make up'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-4795245698020345707</id><published>2009-03-31T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:47:50.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laundrOmat</title><content type='html'>Soap, Powder, Bleach, Towels, Fabric Softner, Dollars, Change, Pants, Socks, Dirty Drawers&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To The Laundromat...&lt;br /&gt;And Let's Not Forget The Food Stains, Dirt Spots, Head Sets, Chips, Pop, Pay Phones, Clean House. I'm Headed To The Laundromat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm a mess right now, I know the direction I want to head towards. My goals are set, and yet I seem to fall right back to my old ways of neglect, procrastination, carelessness, and then regret. I've lost direction, I'm clouded, and stuck in baggage claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that a 24 goin on 25 year old like me is still fuckin up in life? I'm such a mess buhd its no joke. I need to act right, get my shit together, clean the mess, and go get it. I was doin so good until I lost hope takin' these stupid chabot classes that I have no interest in, but must take... not only take, but pass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of school I have this massive debt I'm trying to pay off. Debt I've acquired by being irresponsible and overly friendly. What do I have to show for it? Damn... nothin but a paycheck that's planned out for me. On the bright side... I'm gettin rid of it slowly, and I plan on being debt free this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top gOal: be responsible, get on track, be so fresh and so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K'bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-4795245698020345707?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/4795245698020345707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/laundromat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4795245698020345707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4795245698020345707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/laundromat.html' title='laundrOmat'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-5530862093518075479</id><published>2009-03-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:37:49.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellOoOoo NURSE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBsjCPHMlI/AAAAAAAAADg/HSxle9A7pRc/s1600-h/IMG00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870509076034130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBsjCPHMlI/AAAAAAAAADg/HSxle9A7pRc/s200/IMG00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, i got my bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom thought it was a flat screen tv and had already planned out where to put it in my room haha. she told me i shoulda got a tv ahahah. maybe i should get a tv next... or no! i have to get sound stuff for my car cos it sounds bad, hmmmm maybe ill do that this week, since i got more unexpected money from taxes O_o. im supposed to finish reading my book for my english class... instead i napped for hella hours and now im bloggin. anyway, i didnt expect such a big package. actually this is the biggest package ive gotten in my life. i was so anxious and excited! imagine if it was nurtrisystem... i would get food mailed to me. cos thats what they do right? mail u food? yeah right? and then u lose weight haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBp1LsJEDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/84RE9aveugg/s1600-h/IMG00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318867522316472370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBp1LsJEDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/84RE9aveugg/s200/IMG00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jules helped me build my bike and fuck im eternally grateful. On top of advice, he gave me a few goodies too, good friend right there. i was told to make a few changes to it, dont ask me what cos &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBsUbuoQoI/AAAAAAAAADY/46yaAPHVh1M/s1600-h/IMG00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870258221073026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBsUbuoQoI/AAAAAAAAADY/46yaAPHVh1M/s200/IMG00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i forgot already. i was kinda intimidated to ride infront of everyone cos damn i havnt ridden a bike in a while. and you know how everyone says YOU NEVER FORGET TO RIDE A BIKE? well i promise i forgot and i relearned. i have the soreness to proove it especially the soreness that saddle caused... and let me tell you, its not the business!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBz4Ie41qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h8MtewkWGVY/s1600-h/CIMG6792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318878568111462050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBz4Ie41qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h8MtewkWGVY/s200/CIMG6792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="222" height="178" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-209bce7a694a6f89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D209bce7a694a6f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26EFC793DAE6111401B08458DE1136D3DBF3CCB8.19672402F894F6DE9A13A7479D4BA662151FF683%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D209bce7a694a6f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1AmWTZnCNiRbSI8bn4bkBtDX-sY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="222" height="178" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D209bce7a694a6f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26EFC793DAE6111401B08458DE1136D3DBF3CCB8.19672402F894F6DE9A13A7479D4BA662151FF683%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D209bce7a694a6f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1AmWTZnCNiRbSI8bn4bkBtDX-sY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vee and april met up during the construction of this beast.&lt;br /&gt;once Jules shook, April a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdByR_kEA_I/AAAAAAAAADw/Tay5igWB-EQ/s1600-h/CIMG6792.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd Vee hopped on Glen and Jenns bikes and we rode to Jays house and back. Well first we took a few practice rounds until i got the hang and balance of the bike...! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="242" height="189" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8544866d9526271" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8544866d9526271%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7024F6D2347ACDAF3368242CE7808835B9E7C0C.196968020D314BE591DFFB5716FF5D263F8A6D3A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8544866d9526271%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv1n2m9iUQy9xgRBW905j8_1tus&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="242" height="189" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8544866d9526271%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7024F6D2347ACDAF3368242CE7808835B9E7C0C.196968020D314BE591DFFB5716FF5D263F8A6D3A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8544866d9526271%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv1n2m9iUQy9xgRBW905j8_1tus&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! as soon as i got the hang of it, with a few wedgie breaks here and there i picked it up. one thing tho.. i need to cut down on steve cos fuck my lungs do not support this habbit! im super anxious to ride around again but im hella busy with school work until tuesday.... fuckme.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBxO8FvynI/AAAAAAAAADo/d7wwSn0Dshw/s1600-h/hOttie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318875661386893938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBxO8FvynI/AAAAAAAAADo/d7wwSn0Dshw/s200/hOttie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on that note: this is my hOtt [girl]friend Sandra, she cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k'bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-5530862093518075479?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=209bce7a694a6f89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8544866d9526271&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/5530862093518075479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hellooooo-nurse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5530862093518075479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/5530862093518075479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hellooooo-nurse.html' title='hellOoOoo NURSE!!'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SdBsjCPHMlI/AAAAAAAAADg/HSxle9A7pRc/s72-c/IMG00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-4559662788410462194</id><published>2009-03-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:08:21.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE THE WHALES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sO after much talk, hype, anticipatiOoOon, wanting, and complaining... i gottems. I ordered my future hobby and workout plan. Im trying to convince everyone in the world to get a fixie bike or a Lily Allen low rider bike and then together we can conquer the world . I think i just upped my cool level some what aswell, well in my opinion! im expecting the package in the mail Friday MARCH 27 according to &lt;a href="http://wwwapps.ups.com/WebTracking/processRequest?HTMLVersion=5.0&amp;amp;Requester=NES&amp;amp;AgreeToTermsAndConditions=yes&amp;amp;loc=en_US&amp;amp;tracknum=1ZT3519T4294245336"&gt;UPS tracking&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317033951276610626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnmNTSItEI/AAAAAAAAACI/6MW2J5PwcWk/s400/schedule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034348667025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnmkbrZOPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6qsGr3xPNFQ/s400/progress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnmGP5LVXI/AAAAAAAAACA/cXAkFZX93S4/s1600-h/schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnnPO1-00I/AAAAAAAAACY/szwnvds0wMs/s1600-h/clk_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soOn enough ill be able to ride with the wind (hahaha), make friends, be active, and coast. So as s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnoVfHdaJI/AAAAAAAAACg/-AW8O_APeuM/s1600-h/clk_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317036290915264658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnoVfHdaJI/AAAAAAAAACg/-AW8O_APeuM/s200/clk_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oon as this 30lb monster package comes in the mail im gonna tear it up, stare at all the parts, and thank God Jules is gonna help me construct this beast. There's also an alleycat race on April the 26th ive been considering on the hush... Why on the hush? well i feel like id be judged if i speak on it, as most of you know, this isnt one of my typical stunts. Thats why &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scnsl2KZrkI/AAAAAAAAACo/OjCKvW6dWJ4/s1600-h/whales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317040970026036802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scnsl2KZrkI/AAAAAAAAACo/OjCKvW6dWJ4/s200/whales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only a handfull know about it. Ill ponder on it... after all it is on my birthday and im comin back from Vegas that mornin. What i do know is that im gonna train and sesh almost every night. hahaha wow im hella giddy about this... this is definitely on my priority list. buhd... i need to be koo on stoggin' now tho... forreal... maybe only socially or with a drink. I wont be able to manage tryna ride a bike and stoggin'. So if you wanna save the whales, just get a bike... cos thats what happens right? well maybe in some pay it forward type of way.dot.dot.dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in SF deprived mode... so i rounded up the posse [April.Vee] and hit the freeway... We started off in Japantown, dropped in FATLACE. There's this guy named KENNY that wea&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scnyp8_T4KI/AAAAAAAAADA/mj92_cmDTEI/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317047637647810722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scnyp8_T4KI/AAAAAAAAADA/mj92_cmDTEI/s320/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rs cool watermelon vans who works there. He's my idol haha. I purchased a shirt, thanks kenny. After we watched Kenny eat his snacks we decided we needed some of our own. We went inside the market on the corner of the center and we each bought a bag of fizzle soda candies and they bought some nasty ketchup ball chips and seaweed chips i was tricked into eating. Then we went to PIKA PIKA and took dragon ball z pictures. ill scan them next time cos im lazee. Then we headed to Haight st. where i got the piercing i been wanting for about approx four years... it was such an impulsive thing to do... was it the best idea? IDK cos now i walk &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnuNr083TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/a3f9ih4PYxw/s1600-h/dermal+anchor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317042753958108466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnuNr083TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/a3f9ih4PYxw/s200/dermal+anchor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around with a hoodie and my glasses cos im scared my mexican ass mom is gonna throw a broom at me and demand i take it off... all of course in spanish... it'd go something like this.. "QUITATE ESA CHINGADERA AHORITA MISMO!!" too bad its embedded in my skin and only surgically removable... well thats my new piercing.. DERMAL ANCHOR/SURFACE ANCHOR. i still havnt thought of what works gonna say, but i stocked up on bandaids... i can already hear all the Nelly Ei Ei comments. and that shit was 77 dollars!!! and the fucken piercer had to slice my skin twice cos he didnt make a big enough cut... then he dug it in... it wasnt that bad it was just uncomfortable... BUT as soon as i walk out the door my vision got all white, and my hearing gets drowned out... i was having one of my fucken attacks... for those of you who don't know.. i have an issue with blood, especially my blood... so after a minute and a soda i continue my shopping at stussy... i bought a multi mini sack.. for what? i dont know.. fucken stupid. then i got a marc jacobs jacket from wasteland, score. i paid off my macys account too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i should be studying for my psychology exam tomorrow, but i figure im so behind and i have so much to study my long term memory wont retain it... haha.. thats what my exam is about. fuck the bull shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k'bye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-4559662788410462194?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/4559662788410462194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-whales.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4559662788410462194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/4559662788410462194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-whales.html' title='SAVE THE WHALES'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScnmNTSItEI/AAAAAAAAACI/6MW2J5PwcWk/s72-c/schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906204809483735463.post-6960544502721751918</id><published>2009-03-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:03:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i TITle this? ur sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sOOOOOOOOOOO GoOd EvEniNg! dO yOu rEmEmBeR WhEn U UsEd tO TyPe LiKe tHis? bWuAhAHhAhaha i uSeD tO Be PreTTy GoOd. ok enough of that. Welcome to my tit. I made a twitter right? but i dont really have any one following me so whats the point to update it? so can you add me SHORTEEY and make it a point. its funny how im hella typin actin like i have people reading already lolrrr shit how come i laughed out loud really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sccxe-LT-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PT6LZfUWHMA/s1600-h/weemee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316272293290441586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sccxe-LT-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PT6LZfUWHMA/s200/weemee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-so today at work some elder lady waiting in line says outloud &lt;strong&gt;"youre so cute"&lt;/strong&gt; and i was bagging something up for my customer, and i look up (hella concieted huh? like i knew she was talkin about me already haha) so she's lookin right at me and im kinda puzzed cos it was random.. so i answer &lt;strong&gt;"ME?"&lt;/strong&gt; and she goes, hella &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE YOUR LOOK, YOUR GLASSES, YOUR HAIR, YOUR SWEATER... *blah blah blah* YOU LOOK LIKE [insert old person name here]! i LOVE YOUR LOOK!"&lt;/strong&gt; and i got hella red cos she embarrassed me, so i just said &lt;strong&gt;"THANK YOU"&lt;/strong&gt; how modest of me ahhahaa. majOr confidence booster one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SccykkY-epI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nrobGhJr0Ck/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316273488959273618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/SccykkY-epI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nrobGhJr0Ck/s200/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS i love my glasses, and i hate when people ask me if theyre real. YES they are prescribed... ive been wanting them since i was a senior in highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;===senior in highschoOl haha&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scc2FeMETbI/AAAAAAAAABE/fZ0HcELPqms/s1600-h/CIMG6760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316277352765083058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Scc2FeMETbI/AAAAAAAAABE/fZ0HcELPqms/s200/CIMG6760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAY BAN RX 5121 ====&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-As im bloggin away, my itunes is playin at random and im amazed at how sexy my musical taste makes me (HAHA!)... OOOoh Especially this jazzy tune &lt;strong&gt;"FUCK ME PUMPS".&lt;/strong&gt; Does Jazz make you feel sexy? sippin' on andre n shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-SSIGHHH im in &lt;strong&gt;crushcrushcrush&lt;/strong&gt; with the girl from the second floor at my job. I promise she makes me lose my cool and just breaks my neck so hard. i just wanna be like &lt;strong&gt;"U R A Q T Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to me"&lt;/strong&gt; Vee already introduced her self to her... fucken slut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScczkgZJMWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nHxH8pEyCfQ/s1600-h/clk_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316274587397861730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/ScczkgZJMWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nHxH8pEyCfQ/s200/clk_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-oh! here's a preview of my upcoming post :LOOK!! ========&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hella fOine huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;k'bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906204809483735463-6960544502721751918?l=iamshorteey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/feeds/6960544502721751918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-should-i-title-this-ur-sick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/6960544502721751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906204809483735463/posts/default/6960544502721751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamshorteey.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-should-i-title-this-ur-sick.html' title='what should i TITle this? ur sick.'/><author><name>SHORTEEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180347789776081782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB-GwePIBck/TvG1yUh-bzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-vtKcALqluc/s220/Photo_105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51RsNCPKNMM/Sccxe-LT-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PT6LZfUWHMA/s72-c/weemee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
