<?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-5393423983155282236</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:51:49.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nes, nes y'all</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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it.&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;No tears...and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Difference is Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Each day gets better*&lt;br /&gt;\u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6046720776977285738?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6046720776977285738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6046720776977285738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6046720776977285738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6046720776977285738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/11/differences_11.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1804550936103685232</id><published>2009-11-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:08:04.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>All for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Time to shine and be Me again.&lt;br /&gt;Al smiles...and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;No tears...and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Difference is Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Each day gets better*&lt;br /&gt;\u&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='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1858872494973002594</id><published>2009-09-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:50:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1150PM</title><content type='html'>You never really made it seem like I mattered.&lt;br /&gt;Nor did you ever seem to care when I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in so much pain, you can't even see it.&lt;br /&gt;And so, instead of comfort, you give me anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1858872494973002594?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8093484469869567466</id><published>2009-09-17T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:07:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SrHuS52kelI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OAQchg3m7XU/s1600-h/_MG_7677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SrHuS52kelI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OAQchg3m7XU/s320/_MG_7677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382345038219213394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SrHuSfLUdnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jUgJEmreD6Y/s1600-h/_MG_7673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SrHuSfLUdnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jUgJEmreD6Y/s320/_MG_7673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382345031058486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8093484469869567466?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8093484469869567466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8093484469869567466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8093484469869567466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8093484469869567466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SrHuS52kelI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OAQchg3m7XU/s72-c/_MG_7677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4807320945323727612</id><published>2009-09-07T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:33:00.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Been Great, Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SqXeb9rZCQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FS8zhhKts2A/s1600-h/_MG_7463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SqXeb9rZCQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FS8zhhKts2A/s320/_MG_7463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378949901958318338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers, to Spring/Summer 2009.&lt;br /&gt;All the late night bonfires, bbq's, garage sessions, hair cuts, late nights, early mornings, Queen E, Convention Centre, sunsets, sunrises, from dusk to dawn, new people, familiar faces, reuniting, drunken nights, high nights, camping, Timmy Ho's, Pho Hoa, McD's... And so on and so forth. Dope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4807320945323727612?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4807320945323727612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4807320945323727612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4807320945323727612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4807320945323727612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-been-great-thanks.html' title='You&apos;ve Been Great, Thanks'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SqXeb9rZCQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FS8zhhKts2A/s72-c/_MG_7463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-250611843556180284</id><published>2009-08-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:44:24.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>1) Clean &amp; Re-Arrange My Room&lt;br /&gt;2) Get School ID&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy My BMX&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy A Lock&lt;br /&gt;5) Buy Backpack&lt;br /&gt;6) Buy A Graphing Calculator&lt;br /&gt;7) Buy A New Rain Jacket&lt;br /&gt;8) Straight Up, Buy School Supplies&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK! (Maybe Not The Bike And Lock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-250611843556180284?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/250611843556180284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=250611843556180284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/250611843556180284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/250611843556180284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3862089372309010068</id><published>2009-08-14T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:28:10.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0bbY_bUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bG2nymNRK0g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0aYZiHXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CjeWJIgzias/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369826127284149618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0Z8Q8vsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-wbOncGsbng/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0Z8Q8vsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-wbOncGsbng/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369826119731953346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0ZdC_0QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/oN84fOqEe3s/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0ZdC_0QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/oN84fOqEe3s/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369826111351935234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3862089372309010068?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3862089372309010068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3862089372309010068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3862089372309010068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3862089372309010068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-peek.html' title='Just A Peek'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SoV0bbY_bUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bG2nymNRK0g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-84813291808764551</id><published>2009-07-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:59:42.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Been Over A Month</title><content type='html'>In the past month I &lt;br /&gt;1) Still work at the same place&lt;br /&gt;2) Still get those shitty hours&lt;br /&gt;3) Turned 20&lt;br /&gt;4) Chopped my hair off&lt;br /&gt;5) Got drunk pretty much every weekend of June&lt;br /&gt;6) Non-stop chilling&lt;br /&gt;7) From regulars to lights&lt;br /&gt;8) Soy milk for the win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it? Nah, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;But for now.&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-84813291808764551?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/84813291808764551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=84813291808764551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/84813291808764551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/84813291808764551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-its-been-over-month.html' title='Because It&apos;s Been Over A Month'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-201887482479324544</id><published>2009-06-01T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:55:11.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Punch For The First Of The Month</title><content type='html'>JUNE. Party Month. Work A Lot To Save Up Month. And Most Importantly My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; Month. Dope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-201887482479324544?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/201887482479324544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=201887482479324544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/201887482479324544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/201887482479324544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/06/punch-for-first-of-month.html' title='A Punch For The First Of The Month'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7698801923764042947</id><published>2009-05-17T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:11:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Going Renovations</title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile. I'm not going to lie, I've been too busy to blog. I mean c'mon now. It's summer, summer, summer time. And it has literally been straight chillin' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;s(vii)n days a week&lt;/span&gt;. I've been trying to find the time to update my website, add onto my online photography portfolio, and clean out my garage because for the past two weeks we've been using it as a dance studio. It's been freaking dope. Late nights spend throwin' down and jammin' out in my garage. All I need now is a basketball hoop. Shit, gotta invest in one of those now. Anyhow, who would've known a whole new crew and it's nothing but laughs, handshakes, and mad love all around. Chillin' and work, that's going to be my life for the next while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time,&lt;br /&gt;(Which will probably be soon)&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7698801923764042947?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7698801923764042947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7698801923764042947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7698801923764042947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7698801923764042947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-going-renovations.html' title='Under Going Renovations'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4361747207828435783</id><published>2009-05-10T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:49:02.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Jam Sessions &amp; Camera's</title><content type='html'>Over a hot and bright bonfire made by a fire log in baking pan as a few roast marshmellows over top of it, while the other few throw it down in the garage to some dope beats. Shit guys, this is def summertime high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4361747207828435783?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4361747207828435783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4361747207828435783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4361747207828435783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4361747207828435783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-night-jam-sessions-cameras.html' title='Late Night Jam Sessions &amp; Camera&apos;s'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-9213932613951267740</id><published>2009-05-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:59:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Early Night In</title><content type='html'>Toronto Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sf4Fhv0gWII/AAAAAAAAAWA/8KI7kfxFxto/s1600-h/IMG_3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sf4Fhv0gWII/AAAAAAAAAWA/8KI7kfxFxto/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331705086183757954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sf4EwvRE50I/AAAAAAAAAV4/AXFDu9jWvdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sf4EwvRE50I/AAAAAAAAAV4/AXFDu9jWvdQ/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331704244221568834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past few days I've been wandering around the streets of Scarborough and Downtown Toronto. I think the one thing I hate most that I never really realized in my previous visits, is the lack of mobile reception on the public transportation system, otherwise known to the people of Ontario as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;. The past few days I've been making my daily visits to downtown, where I have walked the long streets of Queen, and the long streets of Spadina, just to find Livestock Toronto. People were already lining up for the Yeezy's on a Wednesday afternoon. Pretty funny. So today, Thursday, I decided to explore the long ass mother fuckin' street of Yonge. The weather was all nice when I left the house, all humid and hot and stuff... Then like three hours later the clouds roll in, and at first I was just like "Yeah whatever, weather network said it wouldn't rain." So just hung out at Dundas Square with ALYSSA. Yeah, random. But had a good catch up. We parted ways and I decided to stay downtown a little longer until it became dark to take some downtown night shots... Then rolled in the rain, that mother fucker. So decided to go grab a Starbucks, yenno since it was cold weather I decided to get my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tall sugar-free vanilla, soy, earl grey tea misto&lt;/span&gt;, yummy in my tummy and then I made my way back home. And here I am... BLEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-9213932613951267740?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/9213932613951267740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=9213932613951267740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/9213932613951267740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/9213932613951267740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-early-night-in.html' title='Another Early Night In'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sf4Fhv0gWII/AAAAAAAAAWA/8KI7kfxFxto/s72-c/IMG_3706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1461105866275971576</id><published>2009-04-30T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:06:41.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pen In My Hand</title><content type='html'>I been here for three days. Three long ass days, I'm not used to not seeing my hombres man. I miss'm. All those late night chillin' and parking lot smoking. Shiit. Anyways, yesterday I went to DOWNTOWN TORONTO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sfouw8S9OpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_ckr5tUXDqc/s1600-h/IMG_3724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sfouw8S9OpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_ckr5tUXDqc/s400/IMG_3724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624527300639378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than Vancouver that's for sure. But it's not at home-ee. Haha. Fuck, it's too cold to blog. ITS FUCKING RAINING FOR FUCKS SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1461105866275971576?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1461105866275971576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1461105866275971576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1461105866275971576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1461105866275971576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/04/pen-in-my-hand.html' title='A Pen In My Hand'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/Sfouw8S9OpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_ckr5tUXDqc/s72-c/IMG_3724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5698666822569155564</id><published>2009-04-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:02:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blogged In My Notebook While On The Plane..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's 1138PM, meaning I've been on this place for half an hour. Watched some sport highlights, and Myth Busters. Time moves by so damn slow on the plane. I tried to resist having to look at the time, but it's tough having to fly alone, no one to talk to to make the time move by faster. I've got 4 Eat More bars and a large case of Toblerone courtesy of Eric and Airz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting in row 18, seat D and according to the mini screen we're only about a quarter of the way into Alberta and moving at the speed of 536 MPH. Because I'm seated in the isle seat the fucking flight attendants keep bumpin' into arm. So I'm just kinda tryna figure out my sleeping pattern when I get there. 3 hours ahead... I think I'm just gunna try to stay awake the whole day and figure out some plans.. My damn hand is cramping and I'm slow jammin' fuckin' awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I Get Bored,&lt;br /&gt;- VA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Otay, so no idea what time it is now, all I know is that we're over WYOMING, so probably just a little bit after midnight-ish and I am def jammin' to J-Dilla's MIDNIGHT SNACK. I just finished eating the complimentary snack, which was a choice between Bits &amp; Bites and a cookie. I obviously chose the Bits &amp; Bites. Shiiiii, plus cranberry juice cocktail. I am now watching that Brett Michaels groupie love blonde bitch show... Fuckin' hilarious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after writing that I knocked out. And then woke up to some mad turbulence. Finally landed, got outta the plane and a smack in the face. HUMIDITY. Motha fucka. Felt pretty narsty. The airport was muggy and shit and fuckin' raining. Yadda yadda yadda, Kuya picked me up went to Brampton had breakfast with him, then knocked out in his room. Got woken up to eat lunch. And I'm my head I'm like "WTF!" because clearly my brain is set on VANCOUVER time. Gawd damnit! Meaning it was only, 838 when I ate lunch. After lunch Kuya and I went to pick up his girlfriend, and it was still raining, then finally got to Scarborough. And this is where I have been since four hours ago. I went for a walk with Mic, just walked her to the station and took some pictures, then walked back home. Where I just sat here in front of this laptop for the remainder of the day. Weak. Now I await the plans. Fawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO UNTIL NEXT TIME. And perhaps with photos..&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT EASY.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5698666822569155564?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5698666822569155564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5698666822569155564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5698666822569155564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5698666822569155564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-blogged-in-my-notebook-while-on-plane.html' title='I Blogged In My Notebook While On The Plane..'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6859593674455214750</id><published>2009-04-22T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:46:44.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Count The Days..</title><content type='html'>The pen and book full of papers have become my best friend. I take the time now to reflect on the reason why I have decided to leave this city. Realization and reflection. Through the many hard times I have faced here at home, I decided to leave in order to find my true self, and some inner peace. A hand full of heart melts, while the mind constantly wonders. Filled with "what if's" and "could have's"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6859593674455214750?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6859593674455214750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6859593674455214750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6859593674455214750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6859593674455214750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-count-days.html' title='As I Count The Days..'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3589302270011070675</id><published>2009-04-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:11:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XXI DAYS</title><content type='html'>So it's officially booked and paid for. I just gotta pick up my ticket, or well Momma said she'd do that for me. YYZ HERE I COME. I think this time around is going to be different, I'm going to be more independent and not rely so much on family to lug me around town. My mind is a bit dusty when it comes to 416 public transportation, but that's why I have CHAR to teach me the roots. I'm catching a red eye flight leaving the 604 at 11:55PM and arriving in the 416 at 6:55AM! I decided to do so, because I'd be wasting a day on the airplane if I leave Vancouver earlier. NYEH. I'm excited and scared at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only decided to take this trip as a get away from drama and bullshit in hopes to come back with a clear mind and my head straight. Things have been off the wall and blown out of portion in the past few months, and so here I am taking a big step about it and just reflect, relax and reconcile with myself. WOOP. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLJAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all... So here I am counting down the days 'til departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3589302270011070675?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3589302270011070675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3589302270011070675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3589302270011070675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3589302270011070675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/04/xxi-days.html' title='XXI DAYS'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8304792014240932475</id><published>2009-03-31T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:04:34.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacks, Stacks, Stacks</title><content type='html'>Vanessa's Remedies Of Life (At The Moment)&lt;br /&gt;1) Hershey's Eggies&lt;br /&gt;2) A Good Ol'Cup Of Tea&lt;br /&gt;3) A Tasty Cup Of Coffee&lt;br /&gt;4) Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 6) Great Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8304792014240932475?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8304792014240932475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8304792014240932475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8304792014240932475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8304792014240932475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/stacks-stacks-stacks.html' title='Stacks, Stacks, Stacks'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-548458250499224287</id><published>2009-03-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:40:30.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight In The Morn'</title><content type='html'>So here I sit in my Anatomy, Physiology &amp; Medical Terminology class thinking to myself when the next "test" is (It's in quotations because all these tests that I write in this class are out of over approximately 100 to 120 marks.) I think that therefore I should get crackin' on studying... So back to these books and this lifestyle for a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZvK8RxRnrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yI3An0gwGyI/s400/JAN+229.JPG"width=400 height=266&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've gotta deal with shit like the nervous system... Fawk. Skipping class bites you in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my mind has been dwelling upon many things. For example my potential tattoo idea. I still want the cherry blossoms going across my back, but shiiiiit. I've seen a few sexy ones, like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/1ec296f4dea37557979ee6c37595aa8b.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWOWOW! Minus the Jap/Chinese characters. I think that I might go for that one. Quite potentially before my birthday, so it'll be a birthday present to myself, and besides my other tattoo feels lonely. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing on my mind would be the fact that I should be finding a second job, or somehow get another raise at Starbucks (Yeah right.) I need the money son, I have things that I wanna buy. Like, I'm pretty sure my next purchase is gunna have to be a pair of shoes. Like Keeps! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! AND WHAT THE FUCK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pssg.gov.bc.ca/mediaroom/events/2009-feb-06/docs/BCID_DriversLicence_SAMPLE500.jpg"width=465 height=284&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is the new British Columbia drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, life is going good.&lt;br /&gt;So until next time, takin' it easy...&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-548458250499224287?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/548458250499224287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=548458250499224287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/548458250499224287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/548458250499224287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/eight-in-morn.html' title='Eight In The Morn&apos;'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZvK8RxRnrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yI3An0gwGyI/s72-c/JAN+229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1520202382333527605</id><published>2009-03-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:24:07.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Two Words: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tough Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take It &amp; Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1520202382333527605?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1520202382333527605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1520202382333527605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1520202382333527605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1520202382333527605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-of-forgiveness.html' title='The Art Of Forgiveness'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4194348421873950320</id><published>2009-03-15T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:29:44.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Back  Clubbin'</title><content type='html'>Equals Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustion comes from a large number of alcoholic beverages, plus great music and dancing for approximately three hours and a nice sweaty and hot environment. Times two. Yep that's my weekend for you. Now here I am sitting in front of this laptop, typing to you all while on the phone and listening to music and thinking about what to paint instead of cracking open three textbooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy,&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4194348421873950320?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4194348421873950320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4194348421873950320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4194348421873950320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4194348421873950320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-back-clubbin.html' title='Back To Back  Clubbin&apos;'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-859425945315166368</id><published>2009-03-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:24:24.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I did not forget y'all</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogspotters (Said the way Rin on the Rox would say it, HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, sorry for the next to none updating. I've been busy, like hella busy. My life consists of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking up hills in the freezing cold. Making lattes, brewing coffee and so on for bitchy customers. Having to catch up on the male and female reproductive system. And working on formulas and functions while attaching images and clip art to Microsoft Excel. So as I sit here updating in this deep fried smelling cafeteria of Douglas College listening to the cafeteria ladies singing songs along to their ghetto boom box, just waiting on a friend, I decided to update. Week 10 &amp; 11 have been filled with mad slow jams. I don't really know, I've just been in the mood. Anyways I've found myself making better friendships and really finding myself and giving myself a lot of time. Today in Anatomy was an intense discussion about vagina's. What a great way to start my day, eh? HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my sleeping pattern has been off, and my appetite has been off too. And all the shit that has piled up on my shoulders in the past few days, I'm pulling though. I'm pulling through guys! Believe me. Tough love, all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-859425945315166368?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/859425945315166368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=859425945315166368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/859425945315166368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/859425945315166368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-i-did-not-forget-yall.html' title='No, I did not forget y&apos;all'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-154943311211669313</id><published>2009-03-04T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:02:16.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Rotation</title><content type='html'>Beyonce &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was never there or even cared&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyfe Jennings &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Must Be Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's smile is bright enough to make the projects feel like a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice&lt;br /&gt;Having someone who loves you despite your faults&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Rule &lt;B&gt;Always On Time&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not always there when you call, &lt;br /&gt;But I'm  always on time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musiq Soulchild &lt;B&gt;Buddy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;This A Different Type Of Commitment (Yea)&lt;br /&gt;Im Talking Bout A True Friendship (Yea)&lt;br /&gt;Someone I Can Depend On&lt;br /&gt;To Be Down No Matter What&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marques Houston &lt;B&gt;Sunset&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know that you and I are two worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;But you'll always be the one to have my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn Hill &lt;B&gt;Ex-Factor&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep letting you back in&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain myself&lt;br /&gt;As painful as this thing has been&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be with no one else&lt;br /&gt;See I know what we got to do&lt;br /&gt;You let go and I'll let go too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one's hurt me more than you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musiq Soulchild &lt;B&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause most of the time&lt;br /&gt;We argue and fight&lt;br /&gt;Over things that doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows that I tried&lt;br /&gt;To give all my love&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;You got to understand it's all about give and take&lt;br /&gt;You can't be so demanding&lt;br /&gt;Things won't always go your way&lt;br /&gt;If you just give it time&lt;br /&gt;And think about her feelings&lt;br /&gt;Then things will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;Learn to make her your best friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz &lt;B&gt;Storm&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;At night, I pray before I sleep in hope of finding you&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up my heart, I want you to come through&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, I'm searching for your love&lt;br /&gt;I walked away but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that keeps me strong&lt;br /&gt;You're the fire that keeps me warm&lt;br /&gt;How will I get through this storm?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Leslie &lt;B&gt;Out Of The Blue&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you fight back tears while your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Gets torn to pieces, cause that what I did when you&lt;br /&gt;Left me out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Love can feel so good and then suddenly it's over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-154943311211669313?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/154943311211669313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=154943311211669313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/154943311211669313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/154943311211669313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-rotation.html' title='On Rotation'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5436743001326658111</id><published>2009-03-03T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:22:59.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Hold Myself Together</title><content type='html'>Friendship. Based on honesty, trust and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been opposite of that lately. I guess things between us have been complicated. Perhaps it is the lack of communication, and the fact that things are held back because we fear fighting, and because I fear losing you. I've got to cope with things that are eating me inside, while trying to maintain a happiness. I believe that I have worked way to hard to lose what we've got. I've fought hard to stand by you, and this is why I'm still here. Although you may think other wise, I'm pretty sure that I have shown you how much all this means. Today you asked me if we could start over, and I gave you that opportunity. I looked you in your eyes when you spoke to me, I did it out of respect. There was a sincerity in your eyes that made me believe you, for once. So don't let me down. There are just times when I wish you'd show a fight, and show me that this friendship is something that you want. I don't know. I just everything to be okay. Please, understand me. It'll mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; It just feels like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Should I wait for you to call&lt;br /&gt;Is there any hope at all&lt;br /&gt;Are you drifting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was never held or even cared&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it&lt;br /&gt;The less that I was able to share with you&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach for you, I can almost feel you&lt;br /&gt;You're nearly here&lt;br /&gt;And then you disappear&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/5393423983155282236-5436743001326658111?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5436743001326658111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5436743001326658111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5436743001326658111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5436743001326658111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-to-hold-myseld-together.html' title='Trying To Hold Myself Together'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-659711192093290132</id><published>2009-03-01T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:38:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>1) People that say they'll call you back, but don't&lt;br /&gt;2) People who bail out at the very last minute&lt;br /&gt;3) People that think that no one talks shit about them&lt;br /&gt;4) People that act their shoe size and not their age&lt;br /&gt;5) People that can't suck up the fact that they only had 2 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;6) People that try to use the same excuse to get out of things&lt;br /&gt;7) People that think they're always right and will always be right&lt;br /&gt;8) People that think they will never be proven wrong&lt;br /&gt;9) People that don't know how to plan things ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;10) People that don't take the time to understand what the other person is saying or feeling&lt;br /&gt;11) When people don't show how much they appreciate people close to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Many, many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-659711192093290132?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/659711192093290132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=659711192093290132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/659711192093290132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/659711192093290132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8732556962452603779</id><published>2009-02-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:02:16.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day You'll Be Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SajvTBsDTTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rvVZ9vmnckA/s1600-h/A074hero715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SajvTBsDTTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rvVZ9vmnckA/s400/A074hero715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307755271005883698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm, I'm looking to perhaps save at least four hundred on this one. (According to some websites) But damn, Murf, you made my heart melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8732556962452603779?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8732556962452603779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8732556962452603779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8732556962452603779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8732556962452603779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-youll-be-mine.html' title='One Day You&apos;ll Be Mine!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SajvTBsDTTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rvVZ9vmnckA/s72-c/A074hero715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-271726109752553788</id><published>2009-02-26T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:02:56.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought'm Out Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaZXgZeZacI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J0B49Fu4lxU/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaZXgZeZacI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J0B49Fu4lxU/s400/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307025425008519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaZXQ-i1dpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GTEuMKKyCDI/s1600-h/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaZXQ-i1dpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GTEuMKKyCDI/s400/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307025160081340050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my proud babies. I've been neglecting them for awhile and I don't really know why. I am very proud of these two pairs of Jordan 4's because I got each pair for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt; plus 1 tax! WHHHAT A COP! I think I might wear them to school soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've been tryna up my photography game. (And shoe game, and so on and so forth) So if you haven't seen it yet, there's a link posted above my  sidebar titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Photo Blog"&lt;/span&gt;, that def took up a lot of my time today, but it was all good 'cause I didn't have homework. Enjoy it? Gimme feedback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goals for this weekend are as follows: Thursday night in, again with Lysander probably playing Street Fighter 4. (Or watching him play SF4, since my other controller doesn't work.) Friday, I've got work and I'm fuckin' closing again. (Not a big surprise.) Saturday, I believe is my mommy's birthday dinner. Sunday is the day I will work on my research assignment if I haven't finished it yet, because so far I've only made my title page. Hurt. That's my weekend, but then again there's tons of last minute planning, like maybe a hair cut! Or! A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TATTOO&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank the internet gods for &lt;a href="http://fmylife.com"target=_new&gt;fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt; for keeping me entertained during class and for distracting me from homework, and for making me feel better about my day! Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next post,&lt;br /&gt;(Tryna) Take it easy,&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-271726109752553788?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/271726109752553788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=271726109752553788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/271726109752553788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/271726109752553788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/broughtm-out-again.html' title='Brought&apos;m Out Again'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaZXgZeZacI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J0B49Fu4lxU/s72-c/IMG_2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6146839596314191937</id><published>2009-02-25T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:41:32.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All A Blur Without....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaT8e1VTKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/SMHlmC0j5MA/s1600-h/IMG_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaT8e1VTKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/SMHlmC0j5MA/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306643867591977650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cup of coffee and my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fruit By The Foot&lt;/span&gt; (Of which I have been eating lately and has brought me back to my younger years.) Urgh, I feel as if all everyone ever does is rant about the shitty world. I mean, I do to, but that's life for you. Because the world is shitty, at the moment. What ever happened to making minimum wage ten dollars? Failures. Anyways, one thing that has been pissing the fuck out of me lately is... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CAMBIE STREET CONSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;, espcially on Broadway. It's such a gawd damn hassle to get to work for me. The B-Line from Broadway Station to Cambie Street would usually take you about 8 - 10 minutes from the time of 230PM - 630PM, so pretty much rush hour... Lately it's been taking 15 - 20 minutes plus the closed sidewalk along Cambie (Which isn't closed anymore but has a detour.) That's one thing. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The second&lt;/span&gt; is the minimal amount of hours I'm getting at work. A student with a part time job would usually prefer to have hours in the double digits, like 10 - 20 hours a week, right? Because I surely do. NEXT WEEK! I get 9 hours. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nine, neuf, nuebe, IX&lt;/span&gt;. Sucks balls big time and I'm not the only one complaining. I get a shitty "4 hour shift" 530 - 930PM. It's a closing shift. Here's the deal. We close at 9, and sometimes we get out earlier than 930. SO FUCK. Summer time equals second job FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaUEITjQDTI/AAAAAAAAATY/pZUaXia7rlI/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaUEITjQDTI/AAAAAAAAATY/pZUaXia7rlI/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306652276659588402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6146839596314191937?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6146839596314191937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6146839596314191937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6146839596314191937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6146839596314191937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-blur-without.html' title='It&apos;s All A Blur Without....'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SaT8e1VTKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/SMHlmC0j5MA/s72-c/IMG_2040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2030556815077775634</id><published>2009-02-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:52:38.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way</title><content type='html'>I am half way done through the semester, horray! A month and a half until a four month vacation. Meaning more work hours (Of which I really need) and perhaps another job. Horrah! So here I am doing just the ordinary Saturday thing that I do. Sit on the couch with my laptop on my lap while watching Family Guy, eating my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mini Eggs&lt;/span&gt;, and drinking my soda. The weather has been gorgeous lately. Too bad I'm either at school, working out, or at work while the sun is up. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so &lt;a href="http://aleckie.blogspot.com"target=_blank&gt;Lysander&lt;/a&gt; and I decided to buy.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STREET FIGHTER 4&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't officially played it though, but Lysander has been all up on it. It looks pretty good, and the unlocking of characters seems challenging (But that's a girls point of view, because I clearly don't play enough video games) But I will, BRB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2030556815077775634?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2030556815077775634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2030556815077775634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2030556815077775634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2030556815077775634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-way.html' title='Half Way'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7715061844074315795</id><published>2009-02-18T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:51:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-Computer Application of Anatomy, Physiology &amp; Medical Terminology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZvK8RxRnrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yI3An0gwGyI/s1600-h/JAN+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZvK8RxRnrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yI3An0gwGyI/s400/JAN+229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056123069931186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; If you want to be happy you should study so that you get a good grade on your fucking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anatomy, Physiology &amp; Medical Terminology&lt;/span&gt; midterm along with your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Micro-Computer Application&lt;/span&gt; midterm. Because after that, it's the WEEKEND! So just DO IT, like Nike. Seriously, Anatomy = Too many words and Micro-Comp gets confusing sometimes. Urrrgh! PUSH TWO DAYS! *Giant melt down* To top that off I'm still coughing and blowing my nose, my room is still a mess, and there's just too much non-sense going down. WHADDDAFAAWK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7715061844074315795?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7715061844074315795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7715061844074315795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7715061844074315795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7715061844074315795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-vanessa-if-you-want-to-be-happy.html' title='Micro-Computer Application of Anatomy, Physiology &amp; Medical Terminology!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZvK8RxRnrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yI3An0gwGyI/s72-c/JAN+229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2306953436101485320</id><published>2009-02-15T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:31:28.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How We Chilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZkG7QkT62I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CcY_9p-34SQ/s1600-h/JAN+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZkDOQygqrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MCbFeR_5hoI/s320/JAN+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273579765344946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2306953436101485320?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2306953436101485320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2306953436101485320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2306953436101485320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2306953436101485320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-how-we-chilled.html' title='This Is How We Chilled'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZkG7QkT62I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CcY_9p-34SQ/s72-c/JAN+286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2150875515404773973</id><published>2009-02-15T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:23:28.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate = Dwight's Kryptonite (Earl, this is what happened)</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZh5aBgTqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kXD1ZXEdiqw/s1600-h/nate580-021409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZh5aBgTqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kXD1ZXEdiqw/s400/nate580-021409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122049216260306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhnc1iW0Yln1Ppo85R" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhnc1iW0Yln1Ppo85R" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the kicks. And his victory dance. Haha, crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2150875515404773973?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2150875515404773973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2150875515404773973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2150875515404773973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2150875515404773973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-earl-this-is-what-happened.html' title='Nate = Dwight&apos;s Kryptonite (Earl, this is what happened)'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZh5aBgTqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kXD1ZXEdiqw/s72-c/nate580-021409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8287556808432830625</id><published>2009-02-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:47:08.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZR_tQIOJkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TyepJWvMJDI/s1600-h/00-ryan_leslie-ryan_leslie-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZR_tQIOJkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TyepJWvMJDI/s400/00-ryan_leslie-ryan_leslie-2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302003076722206274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down for some chill tunes? Listen do this guy, because he's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gunna stroke your body like it's an instrument&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZSIlCn3GnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ze_K-0Kln8I/s1600-h/03_fonzworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZSIlCn3GnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ze_K-0Kln8I/s400/03_fonzworth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302012831262513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some television entertainment? Well this guy is bomb. From G's To Gents is straight up the most entertaining show on MTV right now. It's fucking hilarious and those guys are just ridiculous! Props to Jamie Foxx for producing the show. But seriously, where do they find whack g's like that. And their names are HILARIOUS... Like honestly... A.D. Killa, A-Felon, All In, Blue, Dirty, Flex, JoJo (Who's real name is Chris), Lank, Macho, Mito, PROTEGE, Riff Raff, Roq, and the two most normal names in the house.. Dre and Teddy. BAHAHA... Man shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8287556808432830625?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8287556808432830625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8287556808432830625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8287556808432830625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8287556808432830625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-its-lust-maybe-its-me.html' title='Intelligence'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SZR_tQIOJkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TyepJWvMJDI/s72-c/00-ryan_leslie-ryan_leslie-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2703562434101510498</id><published>2009-02-10T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:03:17.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/kimmidoll-bebek-kokeshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone buy me one of these :) It would be much appreciated. Thanks (Lysander). I'll be back for an update later, and perhaps a sneaker collection call out (aleckie.blogspot.com). Ya'heard. But first, my homework :(&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you think that fixes things, we're really going on a road to nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2703562434101510498?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2703562434101510498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2703562434101510498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2703562434101510498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2703562434101510498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want.html' title='I Want!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3779646170317649261</id><published>2009-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:27:58.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Average Weekend?</title><content type='html'>... Because I get an extra long one. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a little weekend summary? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt; was a half day, got outta school met up with Lysander ended up on West 4th, then a birthday dinner at Boston Pizza featuring Junior. Alex bought NBA Street and played that all night while I fell asleep. Ahaaaa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt; fuckin' worked until 830PM. Ended up having dinner at Ebisu right after. Tried lookin' for an ice cream/gelato joint that would be open past 11PM but we were outta luck. Ended up kickin' it at my house. And as usual the guys played XBOX360 until the AM's. Ok so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt; I hung out with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1529.jpg"target=_new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1529.jpg"width=320 height=237&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those boys. And they're crazy little fuckers. By the end of the night I ended up at Yote for Lysander's birthday celebration. I again hung out with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1039.jpg"target=_new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1039.jpg"width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those boys. They were dancing all night, getting hit on by some not so attractive cougars. Haha, Rye1 was def representing &lt;a href="http://re-definedope.blogspot.com"target=_new&gt;re-definedope&lt;/a&gt; in those cyphers and getting the crowd all hyped up, while we all wished that Earl could've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1040.jpg"target=_new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a204/gotLACED/IMG_1040.jpg"width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was a pretty bumpin' night, a lotta randoms, a lotta fights. But we ended off the night right with Denny's...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the jist of my weekend, and potentially my last clubbing weekend for awhile. (I hope) Because I've decided that I don't want to spend more than half my pay cheque within two days. Sucks ass, but you gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Side note: I gotta get on top of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but on the real. I gotta get this shit straight. I respected you for respecting me. I respected your choices, and you respected mine. I respected your people, now you've gotta respect mine. If not... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not going to waste my respect on people that don't fully respect me back.&lt;/span&gt; (Done)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3779646170317649261?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3779646170317649261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3779646170317649261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3779646170317649261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3779646170317649261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-your-average-weekend.html' title='Not Your Average Weekend?'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4153073267102563247</id><published>2009-02-04T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:40:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iJamSlow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; I'm Not Myself - Amos Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit. That's a song that hits the heart all the time. I should be doing my micro-comp homework, but it's so freaking stupid. I told myself I would start at 9PM but as of right now the only thing that I've done is open Microsoft Word. BOOLSHEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4153073267102563247?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4153073267102563247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4153073267102563247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4153073267102563247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4153073267102563247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ijamslow.html' title='iJamSlow'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5400213052824348236</id><published>2009-02-03T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:08:50.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SYk-6Ze1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1jPliorJxvU/s1600-h/AOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SYk-6Ze1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1jPliorJxvU/s320/AOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835609571625826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Left: My giant amount of medical terminology, and what not, plus the hundred plus dollar medical dictionary that I pretty much carry around with me every other day&lt;br /&gt;Top Right: Hello medicated drugs&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Left: Starbucks Double Shots to keep me awake, and alive&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Right: I seriously can't go a day without a bowl of noodles with egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5400213052824348236?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5400213052824348236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5400213052824348236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5400213052824348236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5400213052824348236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-lately.html' title='My Life Lately'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SYk-6Ze1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1jPliorJxvU/s72-c/AOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6301705316931279350</id><published>2009-02-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:59:25.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh Buuhhh!</title><content type='html'>It's February already. Damn. January was pretty eventful, but Big Trouble in Little Vancouver was a good way to end it off. Caught up with a few people, saw some usuals and chilled for a bit with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re-definedope&lt;/span&gt; duo. Anyways, photo's from that jam can be found later (hopefully at the end of this blog), as I am still uploading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So February, a fresh start for me at least. Or well, I choose to give myself a fresh start, straight up no turning back. Goals? I've got plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Live a healthier lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;-- Start working out&lt;br /&gt;-- No more smoking&lt;br /&gt;-- Minimal eating of fast food&lt;br /&gt;--- Have a fast food cheat day bi-weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stay on top of school work&lt;br /&gt;-- Even if that means I have to carry all my text&lt;br /&gt;-- Always find time to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Save three dollars a day until the beginning of December&lt;br /&gt;-- Because that means by Christmas I would have save approximately $990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Keep my room clean&lt;br /&gt;-- That has been an issue for me lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Save money in general&lt;br /&gt;-- There are more important things to spend money on, now'days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Find a better, or high paying job over summer and work two jobs&lt;br /&gt;-- To keep me busy because I know Starbucks won't give me hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cut off people that don't respect me the way I have respected them&lt;br /&gt;-- Because that's just straight bullshit and a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping to stick to all of these "resolutions" but I gotta tell myself, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, who's been watching America's Best Dance Crew? Oh man, Quest Crew and Strikers All-Stars! So grimey. Shit, they're both just amazing. I also gotta have mad respect for Beat Freaks, for representing the female dancers and bgirls. (And havin' crazy style) Shabam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shit, the photo's are still uploading, so I'll post the link up later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6301705316931279350?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6301705316931279350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6301705316931279350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6301705316931279350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6301705316931279350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/02/uhhh-buuhhh.html' title='Uhhh Buuhhh!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6187450059663019795</id><published>2009-01-30T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:01:48.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Government = Money Wasters</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to school this morning, and I grabbed me a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;24 Hour&lt;/span&gt; newspaper. I flipped through it looking for interesting articles to actually read, instead of just skipping to the horoscope section. I stumbled upon the "Canadian News" section and read something that kind of went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario government bans smoking from parks. It is not yet put in affect until a fine has been decided. As of right now the current fine for smoking at a park is $305. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously. I'm not being all bias and shit because I smoke, but why the fuck would you ban smoking from a park, then threatening someone to pay THREE HUNDRED AND FIVE DOLLARS. That's just like paying the government $305 dollars to smoke one cigarette. One package = 20 Cigarettes x 305. Stupid, not only that but the government of Ontario (Well the opposing side of this bylaw) also thinks that it is a waste of money to make new signs and put them up. I mean, technically now there is no public place to smoke considering there are restrictions to how far or how close one is able to smoke their cigarette. And I mean, I understand what this world has come to with diseases and shit. But they should ban daily tanning as well, because that can cause cancer. Seriously. Telling people to quit smoking is like telling teenagers to stop eating McDonalds. SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6187450059663019795?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6187450059663019795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6187450059663019795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6187450059663019795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6187450059663019795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/canadian-government-money-wasters.html' title='Canadian Government = Money Wasters'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-909548166165927052</id><published>2009-01-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:21:27.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really been keeping up with the NBA lately, unless I catch it on television at a restaurant or something. So earlier today (more like half an hour ago) I decided to give my boys an online visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSTON, WHAT! Ye, ye. Straight Celtic fan not because I went to St Pat's, but because of my number one, PIERCE. Unlike some of you guys, I don't really hate on the other teams... Aka Lakers fans hating on other teams. But seriously, Pierce accompanied by Ray Allen, KG, Rondo and Perkin's. Woooo... It makes me want to make time to watch these games, and it also makes me wanna play ball again. You know, that feeling of the leather when it's released off of your finger tips and watching it roll in the air in one of the nicest arch's you've ever made to see it fall through that orange hoop with a white net. DAYUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Boston: 37 - 9 (Sweet) Let's take it again. Woop, woop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SX6niOr2LCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f0PxTPxtqfI/s1600-h/BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SX6niOr2LCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f0PxTPxtqfI/s320/BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295854418333674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, seriously! Why is it so damn cold. I haven't spent any time in my room yet today because my room is just that cold. And funk, seriously, seriously. It's gunna snow? (According to weathernetwork.com but it's not like they're reliable anyways.) But damn, I hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-909548166165927052?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/909548166165927052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=909548166165927052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/909548166165927052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/909548166165927052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boys.html' title='My Boys!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SX6niOr2LCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f0PxTPxtqfI/s72-c/BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-73430817537418322</id><published>2009-01-24T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:47:06.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garcia Brothers!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To Nonducor's Own, FRANCIS (&amp; His Twin Paolo). 2 Decades Y'all. Hope you guys have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-73430817537418322?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/73430817537418322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=73430817537418322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/73430817537418322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/73430817537418322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/garcia-brothers.html' title='Garcia Brothers!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7872339900170853327</id><published>2009-01-23T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:01:56.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Period</title><content type='html'>I got my wisdom teeth taken out on Friday, that was some whack shit. I thought they were done after 15 minutes but I was just drugged up enough to look swollen, then they drugged me up again to actually remove that shit. I was happy they were gone though, but def did not look forward to the after effects. I went straight to Shoppers to buy my medication, fuckin' 60 dojaz on that shit men. Bought some liquids and meal supplements then straight to Eric's I went. Just chilled with him a bit, read about what my meds were good for then all of a sudden I was knocked out. Woke up and got my homework dizzone, thanks Manang G.  Later on that night all the homies came over and had a mini rave, that I missed out on because I had to go home because I was about to die! Saturday was pretty brutal, I woke up and my face was huge still. But I was like, nyeh! Whatever, covered it up with my hair and a scarf and I'm pretty sure I ended up at Metro or something rather familiar. Bought me a Bench jacket for 60 dojaz! Erm, I ended up at Yote for Jel's and because everyone told me that Will, Elie and JAYR were gunna go. Went there, chilled, it was pretty dope. I don't even remember what I did the rest of the week, it's already another weekend for me. Woop, woop mo'fawkaz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm mad craving chocolate lately. I guess it's the fact that I haven't been able to eat properly for the last five days, and Ryan's posts weren't much of a help either with all the foods he's been posting, but I mean I would be able to eat it because it's soup based and soft. BAHA. So why have I been so lazy to effin' blog and upload pictures? BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SOO TIRED. I literally slept for 13 hours last night. Felt good, but woke up sore :( But my face is a lot better now, not so swollen, just a bruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this useless.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7872339900170853327?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7872339900170853327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7872339900170853327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7872339900170853327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7872339900170853327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/recovery-period.html' title='Recovery Period'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5158068637945782592</id><published>2009-01-15T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:56:14.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Coquitlam!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm here in Port Coquitlam, before noon. Whhhhhat!? Yeah I know. It's whack. So like uhh, the snow isn't even close to melting over here, I was on the bus and as I got closer to the Port Moody/Port Coquitlam area there's still snow on the fields that are at a good thirty centimeters high. Whhaaack! Streets are clear though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/145/19/509160642/n509160642_5465530_6268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/145/19/509160642/n509160642_5465530_6268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm actually using my four hour break to blog for all y'all instead of studying. Gawd, the things I do. But whatever, I'm tired of medical prefixes, suffixes, root words, combining forms and the abdominopelvic quadrents and regions. Did'ja catch that? Yeah, so as a form of survival I have been drinking nothing but:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.creativemag.com/images2002/npstarbucks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Starbucks Canned Double Shot Espresso &amp;amp; Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/145/19/509160642/n509160642_5465555_3901.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Rockstar Energy Drinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51onx-lTOLL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-24,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;So Good Chocolate Soy Milk&lt;/a&gt; (Even though the picture isn't "So Good" (It's just hard to find one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dope. BTW: Don't mind the shit ass quality photos. I've been using my cellphone for the photos in this blog, because my sister has my camera, and no way in hell am I gunna carry my DSLR if there are 2 thousand paged textbooks, one binder and a laptop in my bag. So yeah.. NO! But umm, I'm hungry now (I only has like 3 apples slices and cheese) so until something intersting in my life happens, or until I find something blog worthy... LIKE WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO MISSY RELEASING HER NEW ALBUM! SHYZA! Ok, my stomach is killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; PEACE BEEDJCHES!&lt;br /&gt;-VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5158068637945782592?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5158068637945782592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5158068637945782592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5158068637945782592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5158068637945782592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/port-coquitlam.html' title='Port Coquitlam!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6948421462577698454</id><published>2009-01-15T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:35:26.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesalgia</title><content type='html'>The pain of Nes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6948421462577698454?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6948421462577698454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6948421462577698454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6948421462577698454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6948421462577698454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/nesalgia.html' title='Nesalgia'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4107587504666542271</id><published>2009-01-13T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:49:40.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 In The Morn'</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so here I am sitting in the cafeteria of Douglas College New Westminster... At 8 in the morning with my Guatelmala Antegua medium roast coffee inside my Starbucks coffee tumble with three packs of raw sugar, aka brown sugar. Clearly, I do not want to be here, but I have to sort of somehow kick this habit of having to wake up at 615 every morning. Freaking hell, this morning turned out pretty bad too. Because not only did I not want to wake up, I slept late. Haha, it's so hard to sleep early. Although if I do try I have a feeling that I'd probably wake up in the middle of the night and I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Other than that.. 1) I couldn't find my mascara 2) I couldn't find my house keys 3) I couldn't find my lip balm 4) The fact that I know my bag will be heavy 5) I couldn't find the jacket I wore yesterday with my bus pass in it. Luckily, my coffee was brewed. It wasn't all that cold, so I'm pretty happy I didn't bundle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog has to BRB. I've got a 4 hour break anyways. I'll be buuuhck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK/EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so def didn't end up editing during my break. I couldn't find an outlet for my laptop. Hmm, ended up at Metro then a last minute change of plans to eat at Cactus Club avec Richie, Belle and B. Fun times, went back to school to find out that my class was cancelled, whatta waste of time. I could have gone home and slept and not carried my backpack all over the place. Whatever, I ended up at Starbucks and visited my old assistant manager, gawd I miss her. Went back to school did some vocab waited for Lysander then ended up at Metro again, bought me a jacket, then chillzored with Eric during his break, then met up with Willjam and then he drove me home. I came home and fell asleep and boy did it ever feel good, I haven't napped in a really long time. Now here I am sitting in my red plaid bathrobe tryna figure out tomorrow's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4107587504666542271?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4107587504666542271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4107587504666542271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4107587504666542271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4107587504666542271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-in-morn.html' title='8 In The Morn&apos;'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-124654369140452663</id><published>2009-01-09T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:17:35.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Rye1</title><content type='html'>Haha, damnit. Ok, maybe I can't update 7 days a week. Maybe it's because of school :(&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 10 - 2 / Work 4 - 9&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 830 - 430&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 10 - 2 / Work 4 - 9&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 830 - 430&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Work (Times may vary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And between that all I'm trying to stay on top of my homework, because I want to get my career on the road. Momma said I gotta be more serious about that ish, because I failed one too many times in Criminal Justice (Although, I did get a certificate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's also hard to bring my laptop to school due to the fact that I've gotta carry three to five  textbooks everyday :( BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-124654369140452663?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/124654369140452663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=124654369140452663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/124654369140452663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/124654369140452663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-rye1.html' title='Dear Rye1'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8711775076904082497</id><published>2009-01-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:04:42.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Too Blind To Realize,</title><content type='html'>He's pulling one on you.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, hmm.. Photoblog? 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width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbsG6gKnI/AAAAAAAAANc/mxXQdV_ITD0/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288100832047278706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbsCAXD-I/AAAAAAAAANU/v71pPbwxWew/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbsCAXD-I/AAAAAAAAANU/v71pPbwxWew/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288100830729670626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbrofa_VI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFM42_j01XM/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbrofa_VI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFM42_j01XM/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288100823880629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbrVzRTvI/AAAAAAAAANE/nz3bxtDKNUk/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMbrVzRTvI/AAAAAAAAANE/nz3bxtDKNUk/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288100818863607538" 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/5393423983155282236-8711775076904082497?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8711775076904082497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8711775076904082497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8711775076904082497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8711775076904082497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-too-blind-to-realize.html' title='Dear Too Blind To Realize,'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SWMebFFBX3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/7RV-lmuAnnU/s72-c/IMG_0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8026485044184396522</id><published>2009-01-02T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:48:47.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh, 7 Days A Week In '09!</title><content type='html'>Whhhat the eff. It's hard to believe that it's already 2009. Well, not really. But shoot, 2008 was pretty mind blowing, I try to tell myself that the good stuff out-weighs all the bad stuff. And it def did. I'm not going to make this some cheesy reminisce on the last year type of blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 started off pretty well, almost missed the countdown 'cause the fam and I were having a huge movie marathon. After the countdown and the celebration, cousin and I made our way to the corner of 61st and Knight where Willjam picked us up. Anyways, we ended up at Eric's hizzouse. Nothing but straight chilling. Rockband all night, jammin' to some jams, a little bit of liquor here and there, some hyper dancing, matching bathrobes, the whole chebang. (I'll make another post later with photos though) Errm, at around like 4 in the AM the rest of the gang showed up from their parties, and it just got funnier from there. Shit man. it's too much to talk about and now I have a headache, NOT because I drank (Because I actually didn't drink a lot). Ok, fuck this is getting useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions? I've actually got plenty... Hopefully by the end of this year I actually stick to one of them. BAAHA. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;- VA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8026485044184396522?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8026485044184396522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8026485044184396522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8026485044184396522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8026485044184396522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-fresh-7-days-week-in-09.html' title='Starting Fresh, 7 Days A Week In &apos;09!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2992567396867911408</id><published>2008-12-26T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:07:30.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>The holidays were pretty, alright. Downfall = Buses taking forever, skytrains not working, wet socks, and no snow plows on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiii. I'll update later, I gotta wake up in five hours. Hello Boxing Week Start Off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2992567396867911408?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2992567396867911408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2992567396867911408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2992567396867911408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2992567396867911408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-ho-ho.html' title='Yo Ho Ho!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2893678942868396263</id><published>2008-12-18T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:11:53.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus 2 Degree Weather</title><content type='html'>Here I am chillin' at Starbucks having a coffee and a low fat fruit bar drizzled with caramel sauce in minus two degree weather waiting on my twin soul (Richard) to get off work. I've decided to run errands with him then meet up with my aunt to go watch my little cousins Christmas play at Saint Andrew's. It should be fun and cute. But seriously this weather is messed. It's so cold to the point of no return, and the fact that I forgot my gloves at home is a major downer too. It's nice to see that the sun is slightly out though, it's a good feeling, minus you can't feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life lately:&lt;br /&gt;1) I get paid tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- With that pay cheque I have to:&lt;br /&gt;** Pay for my phone bill&lt;br /&gt;** Buy my Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;2) I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out soon because they're starting to bug me&lt;br /&gt;3) Save money for books for school, because I'm starting up again in January&lt;br /&gt;4) I am still currently expanding my Nike Blazer collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that and the cold, I have finally found the benefit of being private schooled for the past FOURTEEN years of my life. What is it you may ask? Well, it's the benefit of not being able to feel the cold below the knees due to wearing a KILT for fourteen years of my life. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to sum it all up, winter isn't all that bad, because it comes with a great night time scenery!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SUrX80DAwCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z8LOVd5vxrw/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SUrX80DAwCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z8LOVd5vxrw/s320/Winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270952808726562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SUrX85ZG9YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/udeKvzYOUp4/s1600-h/Winter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SUrX85ZG9YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/udeKvzYOUp4/s320/Winter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270954243585410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2893678942868396263?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2893678942868396263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2893678942868396263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2893678942868396263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2893678942868396263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/minus-2-degree-weather.html' title='Minus 2 Degree Weather'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SUrX80DAwCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z8LOVd5vxrw/s72-c/Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8152523568252925396</id><published>2008-12-17T01:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:28:49.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Earl The Pearl Of Re-Define Dope</title><content type='html'>Other than the usual; clothes, socks, underwear. The ten essential things that I have been carrying with me lately (because things that I bring with me vary according to weather) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*List comes with photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;A fresh pair of Nike's&lt;/a&gt; (But there are the rare occasions when I don't wear Nike)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;As bad as this may be; Smokes and matches or lighter&lt;/a&gt; (Don't worry, I'm gunna break the habit soon)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Starbucks Partner Card &amp;amp; Debit Card&lt;/a&gt; (On days that I don't wanna carry my wallet)&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;LG VU&lt;/a&gt; (So that I can meet up with y'all)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Passport&lt;/a&gt; (As my picture ID)&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Lip Balm &amp;amp; Lip Gloss&lt;/a&gt; (Self-explanatory)&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;House Keys&lt;/a&gt; (Because those are the only things I need)&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Black Leather "Jade" Wallet&lt;/a&gt; (Because I bought it off Earl)&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Bobby Pins&lt;/a&gt; (Seriously, without them, I panic)&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/nezzir/IMG_0235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Earrings&lt;/a&gt; (I feel naked without them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that was actually harder than expected. But I guess, like &lt;a href="http://re-definedope.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Earl&lt;/a&gt; said, 5 is a number too little to list your essentials.  Word, I'm pretty sure I'm missing so many other things, but heck that's the vast majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8152523568252925396?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8152523568252925396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8152523568252925396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8152523568252925396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8152523568252925396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/re-earl-pearl-of-re-define-dope.html' title='RE: Earl The Pearl Of Re-Define Dope'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-980386747898597093</id><published>2008-12-16T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:04:45.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step My Game Up</title><content type='html'>That's def something I gotta do, step my game up, in the sneaker field. Perhaps, sometime this week I'll post up my sneaker collection, or the latest additions to them. Christmas is soon, shyza, gotta hop on the shopping train. I really don't want to do Christmas this year though, I gotta save up for some trips to out of this piece of crap in April and/or May. It's going to be sweet. And it's going to be a great get away especially from this minus degree weather... C'mon! Minus thirteen degree windchill, THAT'S CRAZY. Cold + Nes = Not a good combo. But tea keeps me good warmth in the middle of this below zero degree weather. And damn, I want too many things for Christmas, or I wanna save up money to buy myself too many things. So many things, so little money. Because I actually work hard for that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j0rtz&lt;/span&gt;, my partner in crime leaves soon, I ain't got no one to kill zombies with for about a week and a half... Because you know, LEFT 4 DEAD is umm, a pretty good game, coming from a girl who doesn't play many video games. Shyza. And yet again, it is 2AM, so adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-980386747898597093?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/980386747898597093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=980386747898597093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/980386747898597093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/980386747898597093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/step-my-game-up.html' title='Step My Game Up'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8817969683360003830</id><published>2008-12-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:36:13.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle While You Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookout weekend cause, here I come&lt;br /&gt;Because weekends were, made for fun&lt;br /&gt;I work hard, everyday, its all work and no play&lt;br /&gt;With the boss on my back, he don't give me any slack&lt;br /&gt;I sit down, I daydream of how my weekends gonna be&lt;br /&gt;By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;All you ladies, clap your hands, stomp your feet and grab your man&lt;br /&gt;Okay men, its your time, show the ladies whats on your minds&lt;br /&gt;Jumping music, slick deejays, fog machines and laser rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word. That's def my jam right now. What a great way to kick off my weekend, catching up with a good friend and chillin' with the homies at Town N Country Bowling alley. (Plus, the occasional mall ratting, as usual) Bought my blazers today, pretty dope. Only 37 bucks. S'crazy! Anyways, holidays are right around the corner and I have yet to shop for gifts... I get paid on Friday though, so it's all good. Bought one gift today, bwuaha.  Ok, eff. I'm tired. Plans for tomorrow though? No idea, but I work at 830AM and it's already 2AM, then perhaps Shamrock, other than that... NADDA. Alright, good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8817969683360003830?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8817969683360003830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8817969683360003830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8817969683360003830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8817969683360003830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle While You Work'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1567408076147278831</id><published>2008-12-10T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:15:19.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Sized</title><content type='html'>Seriously, thank goodness for small feet and friends that work at Champs and Footlocker. It's been the best thing that's happened to me in awhile. Forty dollar dunks and blazers, and from Champs or Footlocker. C'mon now, it's a pretty good deal. All that plus, others don't really buy their shoes from Champs or Footlocker anymore anyways, since you know; It's all about Goodfoot and Livestock and so on and so forth, but I'm not hating. Other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my new obsession, other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Dutch&lt;/span&gt; sour cream and onion chips, my new favourite (but kind of pricey) beverage is... Dun, dun, dun... &lt;a href="http://www.livelyfoods.com/main/images/naked/GreenMachineBottle.jpg"&gt;Naked Green Machine 100% Fruit &amp;amp; Vegetable Smoothie&lt;/a&gt;! So good, and it's pretty healthy. I've also kind of been on the black tea tip (Such as Earl Grey, or English Breakfast) with a teaspoon and a half of brown sugar and some milk. So speaking of beverages, let's talk food. I can't stop craving pho or Vietnamese food, it's too good. I could say that as of right now it's my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah, school is starting soon. I'm excited but not, but oh well. More of a routine and hopefully a better sleeping pattern. Because of that my work schedule has to be adjusted, but work right now is so effin' stupid. They cut me back like 10 hours, I went from 25 - 30 hours a week to 10 - 18 hours a week. C'mon now, that's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been quite rocky I must say in the world outside of work and obsessions. I don't know, I hold back too much when I need to say something. But hey, that's what makes me an introvert. I gotta build courage to speak my mind without the fear of anger from the opposing end. Fudge. Whatever, for now I'll just let it slide and walk on by... As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1567408076147278831?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1567408076147278831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1567408076147278831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1567408076147278831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1567408076147278831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/kid-sized.html' title='Kid Sized'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4197309466621883484</id><published>2008-12-08T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:31:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolution For You</title><content type='html'>1) Take the time to realize what you get yourself into&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to make time, not more time, just time for your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when that pulls through, give me a call and I can call you a friend again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4197309466621883484?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4197309466621883484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4197309466621883484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4197309466621883484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4197309466621883484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-resolution-for-you.html' title='My Resolution For You'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3076152077065317085</id><published>2008-12-03T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:15:59.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicize</title><content type='html'>The official apology, for putting you through things that I should not be putting you through.  Although you said that you have understood my point of view, I know that you have not.  I was being selfish to begin with, but do not get me wrong now, because you were selfish also.  It is just hard, to be able to take the pain but not the torture.  So until that day comes, I will sit here feeling the same way I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories swipe at my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts, when will my feelings be fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ever drawing day of good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3076152077065317085?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3076152077065317085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3076152077065317085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3076152077065317085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3076152077065317085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/12/publicize.html' title='Publicize'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2769034071223224441</id><published>2008-11-30T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:03:09.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Served To You, In A Ziploc Bag</title><content type='html'>Because when one too many things are stuffed into such a small area, it becomes crowded and overwhelmed. That currently is how my brain feels right now. I've had quite a lot of time to think to myself today. I need something more in life, I need some sort of thrill, but I've got to finish school. Clearly, school is a top priority. It's a bittersweet thing for me. I was able to witness my life in the college life, and in the life after high school without going to college, also known as taking like seven months off of school to work. School = routine, keeps me not at home and gives me a bed time and an awake time. Work = money, and good people, plus free coffee. Honestly, right now I think I need school. I mean I'll still be able to work, which is a good thing. But meh! So much more other sh*t in my head, like tuition, the thought of moving away in April, the thought of my family moving houses (again) but this time to Burnaby, and everything else that would usually occupy my mind. Such as: It's midnight and I don't know if I should eat or not. Or, my feet are cold. Or, you're a f*cking douche. But, my music is keeping me pretty sane right now. That and Family Guy. So until next time, attempt to keep your cool.&lt;br /&gt;- Vanessa B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2769034071223224441?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2769034071223224441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2769034071223224441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2769034071223224441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2769034071223224441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-served-to-you-in-ziploc-bag.html' title='Life Served To You, In A Ziploc Bag'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2941915645075156906</id><published>2008-11-28T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:03:52.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe A Little</title><content type='html'>... Things are gunna get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2941915645075156906?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2941915645075156906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2941915645075156906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2941915645075156906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2941915645075156906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe-little.html' title='Breathe A Little'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3613906568404219849</id><published>2008-11-24T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:36:35.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got</title><content type='html'>The XBOX 360. And I love it. Other than that, everything is all good. Fam jams all over, chillin' all around, and it's almost December. All that plus, we've already officially decked out our (fake) Christmas tree, because we're that Filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3613906568404219849?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3613906568404219849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3613906568404219849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3613906568404219849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3613906568404219849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got.html' title='I Got'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-933150790275047670</id><published>2008-11-17T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:18:05.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>It's mid-November for eff's sake, so why not whip out a Christmas wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;1) Nokia N81 - 8 GB&lt;br /&gt;2) A New Laptop&lt;br /&gt;3) PS3 or XBOX360 + Guitar Hero World Tour&lt;br /&gt;4) More Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;5) More Hoodies&lt;br /&gt;6) Snowboarding Gear&lt;br /&gt;7) External Hard Drive&lt;br /&gt;8) Nikon DSLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little bitterness:&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes question and second guess why I still stand by you, honestly. Althought I don't see you often you're such a gawd damn hand full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You get lost and stuck in your own concentration sometimes and it fucking pisses the hell out of me. Look around and check the environment you're in. Need a hint? &lt;em&gt;Communication is key&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: A little something for your snobby ass, just because we see eachother doesn't necessarily mean that we have to stop and talk and shit, maybe a simple wave as an act of kindness. But then again, you were always a bitch, so it's not like it matters. But hey, go ahead turn your head and look away. I probably would've done the same thing if I was with some next guy that you didn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-933150790275047670?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/933150790275047670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=933150790275047670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/933150790275047670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/933150790275047670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-never-early-for-christmas-wishlist.html' title='A Little Bittersweet'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7433483366034312593</id><published>2008-11-16T04:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:24:32.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness &amp; Respect</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; All I Get In Return Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7433483366034312593?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7433483366034312593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7433483366034312593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7433483366034312593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7433483366034312593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/11/kindness-respect.html' title='Kindness &amp; Respect'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8464966698530872798</id><published>2008-10-13T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:42:41.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day &amp; Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lonely souls seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And yet another party weekend. A good dinner on a Friday, straight chillin' on a Saturday, downtown strollin' on a Sunday, and a laid back Thanksgiving Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the real, here I am still expanding my sneaker collection. Thank goodness I fit into kids sizes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;because seriously&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their shit has been dope lately. Gaahh! Blazers and dunks. It's bizzare!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8464966698530872798?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8464966698530872798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8464966698530872798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8464966698530872798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8464966698530872798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-night.html' title='Day &amp; Night'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3553038878956365682</id><published>2008-09-30T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:27:34.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puttin'LifeBackOnTrack</title><content type='html'>Things have been nonchalant lately, but I've been finding my ways to get by. Although I've got to seriously put my life back on track, because as of right now the only thing that's been occupying me is work and chilling. I need a little more than that, and so here I am saying that I actually miss being in school. Being an on time, on schedule type of girl, I miss a routine. Even if it means late nights left studying and waking up early in the morning instead of just sleeping through it. Because seriously, I just need my cup of coffee and I'd be good to go. But other than that, I've found myself drawing closer to my first love, art. Be it drawing, sketching, painting, photography or just straight up writing. It's what I was all about, and it's what I wanna keep close. I have definitely reunited myself with my Nikon EM, and oh gawd I love it. I've also been teaching Alex the basics of digital photography, and I thank him for giving me the opportunity to. So this past weekend I accomplished a few things; getting a haircut, of which I'm quite upset about; developed pictures, some of which turned out really nice; and the constant building of friendship that I once toppled over. So straight up, reunited, and it's never felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note: Stuck in my head is... "Can you turn the jump rope the right way?" Such a catchy song. Gotta love it, and even though music is not once what it used to be, there will always be one song that will bring me back to what it once used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I conclude:&lt;br /&gt;Live, write, capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanessa B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3553038878956365682?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3553038878956365682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3553038878956365682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3553038878956365682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3553038878956365682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/09/puttinlifebackontrack.html' title='Puttin&apos;LifeBackOnTrack'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5724911062714532563</id><published>2008-09-21T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:00:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LATELY</title><content type='html'>There's only been a few things entertaining me lately:&lt;br /&gt;1) Other peoples sex lives through never have I ever&lt;br /&gt;2) Doing shit all yet having a random day&lt;br /&gt;3) Stupid shits at work&lt;br /&gt;4) The amount of caffine that I need just to survive the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5724911062714532563?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5724911062714532563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5724911062714532563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5724911062714532563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5724911062714532563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately.html' title='LATELY'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5813746954238829940</id><published>2008-09-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:55:33.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnravelMyLatestMistakes</title><content type='html'>All those 11:11's I've waited for, train tracks I've driven over, pennies that I've picked up, shooting stars that I've seen, breaths I've held while in a tunnel and everything else in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seriously, Lord, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5813746954238829940?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5813746954238829940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5813746954238829940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5813746954238829940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5813746954238829940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/09/unravelmylatestmistakes.html' title='UnravelMyLatestMistakes'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-207232402509210826</id><published>2008-08-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:48:54.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>And as soon as I walk away with my friends, you grab my hand and pull me back, creating the chase you have always wanted. I have turned back into who I once was before you, and now that I have you worry. Why is it that after you have chosen to do this, you go crazy and act as if you want me back so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; Ciara - Crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-207232402509210826?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/207232402509210826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=207232402509210826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/207232402509210826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/207232402509210826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-944728611360835574</id><published>2008-08-07T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:27:58.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>I still do not quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much confused yet frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck knows man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-944728611360835574?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/944728611360835574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=944728611360835574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/944728611360835574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/944728611360835574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6239655696214889103</id><published>2008-07-31T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:56:52.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its been so long since I last seen your face&lt;br /&gt;Can't shake the feelin that your feedin me&lt;br /&gt;Make my heart race&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;And I want you baby, I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;Right here, Right now&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be here real soon&lt;br /&gt;We can do what we do&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm waitin&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Although I am getting impatient, and you get on my nerves, and under my skin to a place where only you can get to, I am waiting. There has just been too many events going on in this past week that makes me want to break down.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6239655696214889103?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6239655696214889103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6239655696214889103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6239655696214889103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6239655696214889103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/07/waitin.html' title='Waitin&apos;'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3823836804419053651</id><published>2008-07-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:15:31.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching</title><content type='html'>If standing back and watching me fail is your way of supporting me, then you're doing a hell of a good job at it. I just want to hear you say something nice for once in my life, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3823836804419053651?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3823836804419053651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3823836804419053651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3823836804419053651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3823836804419053651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/07/watching.html' title='Watching'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3396108056714344131</id><published>2008-07-16T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:30:26.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Top Priority</title><content type='html'>July:&lt;br /&gt;17 / 500PM - 930PM&lt;br /&gt;18 / 200PM - 600PM &amp;amp; BBQ&lt;br /&gt;21 / 1130AM - 330PM&lt;br /&gt;22 / 115PM - 515PM&lt;br /&gt;23 / 915AM - 530PM , Eric's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;24 / 115PM - 515PM&lt;br /&gt;26 / Wild Coyote Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that plus:&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean room&lt;br /&gt;2) Organize clothes&lt;br /&gt;3) Build new dresser&lt;br /&gt;4) Fix closet&lt;br /&gt;5) Develop pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3396108056714344131?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3396108056714344131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3396108056714344131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3396108056714344131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3396108056714344131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-top-priority.html' title='It&apos;s A Top Priority'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6537511992511687067</id><published>2008-07-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:29:01.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>No more.&lt;br /&gt;Time to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;New page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best,&lt;br /&gt;You'll hopefully understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6537511992511687067?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6537511992511687067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6537511992511687067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6537511992511687067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6537511992511687067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4788172030948323559</id><published>2008-07-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:13:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Thousand Two Hundred &amp; Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SHBwoGA9xpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l7grIpPKcbY/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SHBwoGA9xpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l7grIpPKcbY/s200/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219795802234144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than two years later here we stand. Through the tears and laughter, the heart aches and good times, you were always there for me. You didn't lie when you said that you'd never leave my side, because no matter what, angry or not, you were actually there. It's a great feeling to hear from you, and be there with you. Who would've known back then that we'd be here where we are now. Those six months of friendship building, just might have been the smartest thing that you and I could have gone through, although you and I weren't on the best terms at that time you still cared and that meant a lot. I know you'll never understand how much I care, well because I admit I treated you quite unfairly on many occasions, and I apologize from the depths of my heart for those times. All in all, thank you for everything that you have done for me through the best and the worst of times and for always, always having my back. You truly have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kept me under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; wing&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of love going to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7206&lt;br /&gt;"CRAZY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4788172030948323559?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4788172030948323559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4788172030948323559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4788172030948323559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4788172030948323559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-thousand-two-hundred-six.html' title='Seven Thousand Two Hundred &amp; Six'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SHBwoGA9xpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l7grIpPKcbY/s72-c/IMG_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4992747508004373299</id><published>2008-06-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:47:28.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SGlGAQ5yYfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sEBaese8tok/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SGlGAQ5yYfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sEBaese8tok/s400/DSC_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217778613636719090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday weekend was dope, thanks for all the greets and thanks for all those who came out to both nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4992747508004373299?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4992747508004373299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4992747508004373299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4992747508004373299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4992747508004373299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/legal-world.html' title='Legal World'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SGlGAQ5yYfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sEBaese8tok/s72-c/DSC_0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-3039063720996022199</id><published>2008-06-20T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:25:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As A Best Friend</title><content type='html'>You're supposed to make the time to spend it just you and I. No boyfriends or girlfriends allowed. It's been well over thirteen years and I guess making time for someone you've known for that long isn't really something that goes through your head. It's clear that you and her are attached at the hip, and it's clear that you can't say no to her. I mean hats off to you for making some time to spend with me, or us without her but somehow by the end of the night she ends up there. Dude, you've really got to man up. Not just when it comes to her, but in general. I've gotten pretty fed up, but I've also learned to suck it up. Word. Open your eyes, it'd be great if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VBA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-3039063720996022199?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/3039063720996022199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=3039063720996022199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3039063720996022199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/3039063720996022199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-best-friend.html' title='As A Best Friend'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1357933492003798050</id><published>2008-06-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:29:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misdemeanor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SFVfCxAUNoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p8Bga0ysGco/s1600-h/l_bc21b52a1d5d6a129e5f99478ae38bc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SFVfCxAUNoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p8Bga0ysGco/s320/l_bc21b52a1d5d6a129e5f99478ae38bc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212176644870256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm kind of excited for this new album of her's "BLOCK PARTY" I believe is what it's called. Haven't really heard much from Missy in awhile other than her singles off of Step Up 2. Baaahh! September 9th, I'm totally there. So far her newest single off of the album hasn't let me down, and as usual it's pretty catchy. Woop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1357933492003798050?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1357933492003798050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1357933492003798050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1357933492003798050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1357933492003798050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/misdemeanor.html' title='Misdemeanor'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SFVfCxAUNoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p8Bga0ysGco/s72-c/l_bc21b52a1d5d6a129e5f99478ae38bc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4499424065213976276</id><published>2008-06-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:37:12.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Clouds?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, if the sun comes out, it should just stay out. A few clouds are alright, but not too many. Got it? It's such a piss off because you dress up perfectly for the beautiful sun and then twenty minutes later it's gone. Boo, let down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4499424065213976276?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4499424065213976276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4499424065213976276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4499424065213976276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4499424065213976276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/mister-clouds.html' title='Mister Clouds?'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4716510633487300208</id><published>2008-06-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:26:14.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Beb,&lt;br /&gt;You'll pull through. I believe in you. I'm always by your side, remember that. You even told me to stand by you. And here I am, things are going to get better. Just think; N.E.R.D - Things Are Getting Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Nes&lt;br /&gt;- 7206 -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4716510633487300208?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4716510633487300208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4716510633487300208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4716510633487300208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4716510633487300208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2972550637283720437</id><published>2008-06-08T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:42:13.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days</title><content type='html'>You were gone for 10 days. You called me once, for 4 minutes because I told you it was our anniversary. You even said so yourself you'd call me, and I don't get why it is so hard for you to go buy a freaking $5 phone card, it takes literally 2 minutes to stop by a convenient store, or even Shoppers Drug Mart if you're downtown or at the mall. You told me you'd text me, I appreciate your effort but I thought you'd be able to text more. A text is a simple 1 minute thing, you read and you reply. Being unable to talk to you is hard because unlike you, I'm not busy or occupied with myself. You haven't even gotten me anything, even though you said you would. Thanks, a lot for the frustration and anger you've put me through... Sad thing is, you weren't even here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2972550637283720437?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2972550637283720437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2972550637283720437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2972550637283720437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2972550637283720437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-days.html' title='10 Days'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6962009465923017287</id><published>2008-06-04T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:21:11.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE BITCHES</title><content type='html'>There's like 23 days left until my birthday. Life is good, minus the fact that I don't have a job. I still manage and so do my friends. We just find things to do that don't require money, like late night video games or late nights at a park. Pretty cool. The boyfriend has yet to come home from his 10 day trip, but he's still got 5 days left, it's upsetting, but I guess it's worth the wait. Overall it's been cruisin' down the fast lane, but I still contemplate about school and if I wanna go back in September or not. But I guess that it's too late for that decision, especially since I haven't applied to Douglas yet. I'm moving on from Langara and taking a completely different career path, although my other one was something that I would enjoy. June 28th, come faster so that I can get my security job! Gaaahh, end of June and July are gonna be great. And to top it off, in August there might be a trip out of province that I'm really looking forward to. It's gonna be great. But, until then you'll find me chillin' in a parking lot, a beach, playing video games, at a park, or at your near by fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live.Write.Capture , VA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6962009465923017287?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6962009465923017287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6962009465923017287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6962009465923017287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6962009465923017287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-bitches.html' title='JUNE BITCHES'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5750478538251615859</id><published>2008-05-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:19:31.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrate Cheelang</title><content type='html'>Long walks downtown, chillin' in a parking lot, sitting on patio chairs, burgers and jalapeno bottle caps, driving range, GTA iv, GT 5 Prologue, a game called speed, big two, NBA highlights, and the list goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5750478538251615859?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5750478538251615859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5750478538251615859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5750478538251615859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5750478538251615859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/05/estrate-cheelang.html' title='Estrate Cheelang'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8280666331390621167</id><published>2008-05-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:04:22.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2nd Gen.</title><content type='html'>You have issues, everything about y'all is competition. And along with that is a lack of respect, you are really getting on the nerves of not just us, but the children. This is your reality check. Thank you, ask to come again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8280666331390621167?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8280666331390621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8280666331390621167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8280666331390621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8280666331390621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-2nd-gen.html' title='Dear 2nd Gen.'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-461804955216503854</id><published>2008-05-01T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:25:08.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY!?</title><content type='html'>... Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-461804955216503854?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/461804955216503854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=461804955216503854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/461804955216503854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/461804955216503854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/05/may.html' title='MAY!?'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-539437080538496802</id><published>2008-04-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:11:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch?</title><content type='html'>It's 5:24PM and I run up to my room to grab something before I head out. So I'm rushing because my dad's yelling at me. As I turned the corner and took my first step to go back down, I fucking slip and hit my tail bone, mid spine area and the back of my head. My mom comes running and asks if I'm alright. I said yeah, because I was fine at that time, just a little headache. Right after I got up and walked to the kitchen to get some pain killers took them and then left the house. I was alright for awhile, but it just started to hurt more and more. The night went on and I forgot about the pain until I laid in my bed, I swear I couldn't move. So now here I am in the corner of my couch writing this story because I can't move. Haha... It's alright, I've got a doctors appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-539437080538496802?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/539437080538496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=539437080538496802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/539437080538496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/539437080538496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch?'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-354099369760553885</id><published>2008-04-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:38:31.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; Mariah Carey - Migrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend over, a weekend full of snow? Ok, so what the hell was that about. Meh, the weekend consisted more than just snow. Perhaps even a wonderful sleepover because of the snow? Yup, haha... Lots of family time though, it's the most I've stayed home in over a month, but it's alright I guess because it just resulted in a shitload of sleep. Last exam is tomorrow, officially free at 930AM or when I'm done writing the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, TV's an addiction:&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother: Haven't missed a season&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives: You have yet to fail me&lt;br /&gt;Tila Tequila: A new season&lt;br /&gt;The Hills: You're alright&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy: Haha&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda, April - September... You better not fail me, like last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-354099369760553885?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/354099369760553885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=354099369760553885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/354099369760553885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/354099369760553885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-one.html' title='&amp; Another One'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4277932112801616703</id><published>2008-04-12T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:07:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST OF THE BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(8)&lt;/strong&gt; By Your Side (Neptunes Remix) - Sade&lt;br /&gt;Def feelin' it. And this was one of the best Friday's I've had in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Burnaby, Downtown Vancouver, Vancouver West Side, Burnaby, New West, Coquitlam, Vancouver. All that plus in between fun from 1130AM - 200AM. OGCC, WORD FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My Feet Hurt&lt;br /&gt;PPS: "Do it like Live In Color!" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: "I Can't Feel My Face!"&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS: "Maaaah Baaaaaahd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMINDER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 = Work @ 6AM - 2PM&lt;br /&gt;15 = Psyc Chapter 17 Test&lt;br /&gt;16 = Work @ 3PM - 10PM&lt;br /&gt;21 = CJust 1217 Final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4277932112801616703?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4277932112801616703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4277932112801616703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4277932112801616703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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-&lt;br /&gt;Baby lets just take this sadness&lt;br /&gt;That keeps gettin' in the way&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let you get away&lt;br /&gt;Baby lets just take this madness&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- III -&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' down this road again&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a few decisions&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to feel this hurt again&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm hopin' that you'll listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1069152967812286436?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1069152967812286436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1069152967812286436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='&amp;'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8586025323111536872</id><published>2008-03-29T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:25:31.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>"My life has taken me beyond the planets and the stars&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only one that could take me this far&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever searching for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that &lt;strong&gt;keeps me strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the fire that keeps me warm&lt;br /&gt;How will I get through this storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nightI pray before I sleep in hope of finding you&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up my heart, I want you to come through&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, I'm searching for your love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Favourite , Straight Thnks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8586025323111536872?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8586025323111536872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8586025323111536872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8586025323111536872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8586025323111536872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/03/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-209596304838864648</id><published>2008-03-21T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:52:49.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reality is that in 25 days I have successfully finished my first year as a post secondary student, although I am switching programs I'm pretty sure that my past program has done me well and has prepared me for the next one. It's pretty tough actually going in having your mind set on something then realizing it's not really what you want to do for the rest of your life, even though it's interesting. I'm just pretty much bummed with myself for not taking maths and science in high school, but I've managed to work around it. First year, it's been a blast. Come September, I'm going to have to say hello to Douglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just straight up thank you for everything, although there are many questions I want answered I won't bother asking them because right now it feels just right. It's all about the good times now, no more of that drama and bullsht. Things are fine the way they are and they're only going to get better, I hope, well I've got faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friends are freaking dope, no matter what the situation may be it turns into the best. In the rain or in the sun, it's just straight up chill. Lately we've been going to Omega Gym, which isn't that bad. And then the random dinner nights. Sht. I don't even know where to start because I know for a fact this summer is going to be a good one with this gang. CC2.5 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAYEAAHH&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace For Now,&lt;br /&gt;NZR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-209596304838864648?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/209596304838864648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=209596304838864648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/209596304838864648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/209596304838864648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-i-reality-is-that-in-25-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5258814347949525368</id><published>2008-03-17T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:58:28.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moral Of The Story Is</title><content type='html'>... Aimee lives in Surrey. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Fun?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Dance + Red's + Metro&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dance + Omega + Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: BF QT&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Family Night&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5258814347949525368?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5258814347949525368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5258814347949525368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5258814347949525368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5258814347949525368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/03/moral-of-story-is.html' title='The Moral Of The Story Is'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-9039744899813840438</id><published>2008-03-10T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:02:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Slips On By</title><content type='html'>Yes, another weekend slips on by. 2008 wow, you've sneaked by pretty quickly already. For now at least, April's coming soon. That means finals. Well one final, actually two, in one sitting. Whatever. But after that, it's summer vacation! Sounds like a party to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Friday = Footloose, pretty good. THIRD PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = Family + Straight Chill&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = Lazy, felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's to another week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-9039744899813840438?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/9039744899813840438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=9039744899813840438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/9039744899813840438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/9039744899813840438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-slips-on-by.html' title='Another Slips On By'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1899493179408374090</id><published>2008-03-03T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:19:36.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It As It Is</title><content type='html'>I'm just tryin' to find my peace with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidenote&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Walking from Main Station all the way to Canada Place is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a bus in the rain with your headphones on is dope.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing laughs with your crew/parts of your crew while doing so = Best time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNC , KEEP'N IT REAL HOMIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1899493179408374090?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1899493179408374090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1899493179408374090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1899493179408374090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1899493179408374090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-it-as-it-is.html' title='Say It As It Is'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-5737707945272787356</id><published>2008-02-25T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:44:59.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><content type='html'>Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must save at least $800 if you want to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have 1.5 years left on your phone contract, suck it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You also have got to save up for your new camera that you've been hassling your mother for. Or at least save up half of what the camera's worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, I beg of you, move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's about time you found a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Agunias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start working out again, or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever fair or so you say, but c'mon. I take a leap when I have to, and I'm there for you. When will you ever be there for me is my question. Yeah, we're starting off a new friendship but I feel that I'm the only one making an effort while you let me make the effort. You don't want drama, no fighting, then do something about it by being there and answering my questions. Cause seriously I'm NOTHING to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-5737707945272787356?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/5737707945272787356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=5737707945272787356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5737707945272787356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/5737707945272787356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-2249680255029578022</id><published>2008-02-22T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:19:02.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Of Shit</title><content type='html'>"It didn't start out this way, we used to talk, like really talk.. All the time about things that mattered to us. I was understanding and she was understanding and it was, was fucking great. And I know we can get there again. I've just never been in a relationship like that before, and it just felt so good. Just after awhile all this shit gets built up and it just gets in the way and we can't get through it, it's just like this big wall of shit and you know we try to be straight up with eachother or easy going but every little thing we do just gets caught."&lt;br /&gt;- James &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex &amp; Breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-2249680255029578022?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/2249680255029578022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=2249680255029578022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2249680255029578022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/2249680255029578022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/wall-of-shit.html' title='Wall Of Shit'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-1942543730392130787</id><published>2008-02-20T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:47:57.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING TIMES WHERE I JUST WONDER WHY I DO WHAT I DO , JUST FOR YOU TO BE ABLE TO FUCKING STAND BY ME . CAUSE HONESTLY THIS SHIT HURTS , WHY ? BECAUSE YOU CONSTANTLY KEEP ME HANGING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-1942543730392130787?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/1942543730392130787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=1942543730392130787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1942543730392130787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/1942543730392130787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-8981076516856889519</id><published>2008-02-17T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:11:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OnTopOfTheGame</title><content type='html'>Feb 17 - 23:&lt;br /&gt;18 - Psychology / Find An Adidas Jacket&lt;br /&gt;19 - Psychology Test , Ch 13 &amp; 14 / Think Train Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;20 - Work , 2 - 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;21 - Work , 330 - 1130 ? / SNB Dinner&lt;br /&gt;22 - Strictly Dance Competition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-8981076516856889519?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/8981076516856889519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=8981076516856889519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8981076516856889519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/8981076516856889519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/ontopofthegame.html' title='OnTopOfTheGame'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-6259896154930897004</id><published>2008-02-13T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:14:36.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LateNightWeekDays</title><content type='html'>Lately it's been straight dance practice, which is pretty chillin' the occasional frustration but it's all good. Monday just wasn't a good day though, things weren't pullin' through, plus the accident at Production and the oil leak that led to re-routing our buses and cancellation of trains = Stranded in Burnaby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, brighter note: Friday = Soon! Strictly = 22nd! Reading Break Days = 21st &amp; 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE EZ,&lt;br /&gt;NeZR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-6259896154930897004?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/6259896154930897004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=6259896154930897004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6259896154930897004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/6259896154930897004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/latenightweekdays.html' title='LateNightWeekDays'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4416403327777928466</id><published>2008-02-06T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:36:31.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so...</title><content type='html'>Realized Facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. You're wrapped around your girlfriends' finger&lt;br /&gt;2. You'd do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;3. You put her before anyone&lt;br /&gt;4. It's as if you can't go a day without seeing her&lt;br /&gt;5. Teach her to shut up&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop her from jumping into our conversations&lt;br /&gt;7. We don't like her very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's see... I've known this for awhile, but you can't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... This little blog will help you our. OPEN YOUR EYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4416403327777928466?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4416403327777928466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4416403327777928466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4416403327777928466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4416403327777928466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so.html' title='Ok, so...'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7287619741138268336</id><published>2008-01-29T23:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:00:59.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days A Week</title><content type='html'>Sober Up Sunday's&lt;br /&gt;Mad Monday's&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Thrill's&lt;br /&gt;Whacked Out Wednesday's&lt;br /&gt;Throw Down Thursday's&lt;br /&gt;Get Fucked Friday's&lt;br /&gt;Get Smashed Sunday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's How We Roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7287619741138268336?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7287619741138268336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7287619741138268336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7287619741138268336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7287619741138268336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-days-week_29.html' title='7 Days A Week'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-7365412912796276190</id><published>2008-01-22T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:34:44.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just..</title><content type='html'>Umm, hi there. Hello!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying I really am, and if my efforts aren't seen then I just don't know. Maybe, just maybe could you consider my emotions too? That'd be great. Then you'd know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; // Who Ya Gonna Run To - Rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-7365412912796276190?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/7365412912796276190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=7365412912796276190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7365412912796276190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/7365412912796276190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-just.html' title='It&apos;s Just..'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393423983155282236.post-4776249920216660936</id><published>2008-01-21T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:14:03.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrynaHeadOnStraight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(8)&lt;/strong&gt; // Circle - Marques Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight up, it's a challenge. But it's all in good times, laughter and company right? Gotta start relaxing and stop spending money on food. Gotta start keeping my nose out of your business and stop thinking about the past. But shit, nothing's helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS&lt;/em&gt; I think that maybe, just maybe... It's time I cut you loose. I do too much for you, and I know you're not supposed to expect a deed back, but I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393423983155282236-4776249920216660936?l=nezr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/feeds/4776249920216660936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5393423983155282236&amp;postID=4776249920216660936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4776249920216660936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393423983155282236/posts/default/4776249920216660936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezr.blogspot.com/2008/01/trynaheadonstraight.html' title='TrynaHeadOnStraight'/><author><name>NesNesY'all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240471978141701132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1Yzj6qBgsY/SfdjcVcS3yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hkzOlrjApdI/S220/NES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
