<?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-8624408919193703142</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:16.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16 Lover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teri Battles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-325992597358530378</id><published>2012-02-09T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:48:02.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to The Invention of Adolescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(170, 187, 204); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1029296608543785343" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the most part, I agree with this article. It mentions the predominant attributes of puberty and becoming an adolescence. Teenage years do come with a certain desire to assert independence. During this age, one is searching for an identity. This doesn't exclusively mean having a sense of what one aspires to be in life and the best way to achieve happiness or at least contentment. It also includes finding an identity among the people one is surrounded with especially among one's peers. Moreover, a kid's thought process experiences drastic changes as they become an adolescent. As indicated in the article, teenagers gain the "capacity for abstract reasoning and relative thinking." Aside from the scientific evidence, I can attest to this from personal experience. This is the time when kids start contemplating philosophy, mortality, politics and begin to question religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1029296608543785343" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, despite the mostly accurate description of qualities associated with adolescence in this article,there was one part that I didn't agree with. I personally didn't appreciate how the article simplifies the mental capacity of teens. It refers to the mental state of teens as "immature" thus I believe it is not giving teens the credit they so richly deserve. For instance, the article touches upon the subject of romance among teens and goes on to describe teen romance as "absurdly simple". Sure it might not be the "till death do us part" romance adults have, but by any means does that mean the relationships are not to be taken seriously.Furthermore, not only is that insulting, the article is contradicting itself on many occasions. On one hand, it talks about "the clash between physical maturity and mental immaturity" in teens, and on the other hand, it says that as kids evolve into teens, their ability for abstraction increases exponentially. I fail to understand the author's point of view. Does the author consider teens to still be the simpleminded kids they were or young adults on a road to sophisticated thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1029296608543785343" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aside from that, I don't imagine I have any other problems with the article. Regardless of the fact that it doesn't succeed to getting across its point of view on teens' mental capacity, it did achieve its main goal of explaining the origins of adolescence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-325992597358530378?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/325992597358530378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=325992597358530378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/325992597358530378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/325992597358530378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2012/02/response-to-invention-of-adolescence_1369.html' title='Response to The Invention of Adolescence'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-2277521738151185283</id><published>2009-06-08T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:05:46.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises are made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   not meant to be broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      While some are whispered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the ear by a friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some are made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by saying "I do".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises are made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not meant to be broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the very things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that makes love worth it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the very parent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of trust and honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises are made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not meant to be broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without it life wouldn't be life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be meaningless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I say ode to promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-2277521738151185283?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/2277521738151185283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=2277521738151185283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2277521738151185283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2277521738151185283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/06/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-866676531364477669</id><published>2009-04-24T14:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:56:11.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to (well I don't really know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ode to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the brown goodness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flavors swirling in my mouth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled with caramel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peanut butter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything you can think of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cockroach&lt;/span&gt; cluster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A piece of heaven on earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if there is one thing perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this imperfect world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ode to toilet paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why toilet paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of its softness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its warm vibe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can deny the feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of being home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when feeling your toilet paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone has one toilet paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that they like the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its texture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the little hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; patters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I dedicate this verse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ode to toilet paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ode to feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would it really be life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worth living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way of knowing what is what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never getting the whole experience of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a statue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just there to be admired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take picture with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not treasured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carressed with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh what a horible life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even sure if it is called life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a speck of nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god for feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ode to feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ode to feathers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the different colors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so vibrant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and overwhelming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a good way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making life fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just looking at it on a peacock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or any type of word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just makes me want to stroke it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ode to feathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-866676531364477669?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/866676531364477669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=866676531364477669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/866676531364477669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/866676531364477669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-well-i-dont-really-know.html' title='Ode to (well I don&apos;t really know)'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5614531583955992149</id><published>2009-04-15T14:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:09:15.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grades/ Tests&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok people I know that tests and report cards are a pain in the butt, but the most annoying thing about tests and grades are that it makes people feel stupid. I don't think that tests and grades tell you if you are stupid or not. I don't even think that they are very accurate. I think that the school boards should find some other method to test kids knowledge, because tests and grades just get students over stressed and makes them feel stupid when they are not. This really is bad espeicially if you have a very paranoid parent, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Is Not Pointless&lt;/strong&gt;: I really don't know why some people think that death is pointless. It is not; it is far from that. Death is the reason we live. If there was no death then there is no point to live. People live their lives because they know that it is going to end one day. So they do all they want to do before that day comes. In a way, death is a good thing. Who knows what it will bring? Maybe, you are tired of life or you have the worst life. Death would probably give you a second chance to do things all over again. In my opinion, death gives everybody a new prespective in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid of the dark&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't think that the dark is scary at all. I mean I understand why little kids might be scared, but some adults are scared too. I think our fear of the dark makes as vulnerable. If we weren't so afraid of the dark then cruel people wouldn't use our fear against us. I think that our fear of the darkness comes from our childhood. Many parents tell their little kids about bad creatures in the dark. I know that they didn't mean anything bad, but our fear kind of grew with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5614531583955992149?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5614531583955992149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5614531583955992149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5614531583955992149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5614531583955992149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-truth.html' title='Random Truth'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-4350834414136235770</id><published>2009-04-01T14:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:37:55.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, Hilirious, Interesting Facts/Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Intelligent&lt;/span&gt; people have more zinc and cooper in their hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our eyes are the same size since the day or our birth, but our ears and nose just keep on growing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. (Ha! Talk about staying fit! 6 hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; a day doesn't really pay off. I am kidding I barely watch 30 min a day.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The youngest parents were eight and nine-year-old and lived in China in 1910. ( Now the teen parents don't have to feel bad.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Cleveland, Ohio it is illegal to kill a mouse without a hunting license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; gold fish is called a twit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; a hundred people choke on a ball point pen and die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is illegal to slurp soup in New Jersey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Kentucky it is illegal to carry an icecream cone in your back pocket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In most countries driving intertoxicated is illegal, but in Uraguay being intertoxicated can be an excuse for a car accident. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-4350834414136235770?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/4350834414136235770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=4350834414136235770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4350834414136235770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4350834414136235770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-hilirious-interesting-facts.html' title='Random, Hilirious, Interesting Facts/Laws'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-8295812527686419044</id><published>2009-04-01T14:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:55:35.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Stress+</title><content type='html'>I know you probably think that this is another corny article trying to get teens to be healthy. No, it is not. I really don't have anything to do with that. I just wanted to give you guys some tips on how to deal with stress ,because believe it or not being a teen is hard with tons of stressing matters. I want to help with that, because I have found some activities to help with that. They are not boring or anything and some of them only take a few minutes. They are also a whole lot better than sliting your wrist or doing something stupid like that. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #1: Shouting in your pillow. I know people say that punching your pillow helps and I tried that but it didn't really work for me. Maybe it works for other people, but it doesn't for me, so I changed it a little bit. Instead of punching your pillow, scream in your pillow. That really helps me if it is a minor stress or I am mad at my parents or my siblings. You know when you are so frustrated or annoyed that you want to scream your head off? Yea, well that is when this tip comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #2: Boxing. It might sound very violent but it doesn't have to be that way. Boxing helps if you have a constant stress everyday. You don't have to hit anybody. You could probably buy those things where you hang them and practice boxing. That helps a great deal. It not only helps with stress but also anger managment. Insted of beating up people and get in trouble for them, why not box on those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know stress is not all bad. In fact, it keeps as going. If you have little stress then it helps you accomplish your goals, but most people blow it all out of proportion. Most people tend to stress for the smallest thing. So my last tip is don't over stress, some things are not even worth worrying over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-8295812527686419044?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/8295812527686419044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=8295812527686419044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/8295812527686419044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/8295812527686419044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/04/dealing-with-stress.html' title='Dealing with Stress+'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-9081248606056325998</id><published>2009-03-13T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:52:51.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks vs. Mom</title><content type='html'>You know I just love starbucks. My mom things it is good for nothing and just gets teenagers adicted with coffee and such. I guess she is half right. No I don't mean the good for nothing part. I mean how it gets teenagers addicted to coffee and frapochino. Well... I am in love with their pumpkin spice latte and frapochino. Did you know that there is pumpking spice frapochino? But they don't have those anymore, because pumpkin is out of season. Oh well... anyways fellow starbucks lovers, I just wanted to tell you that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Farwell for now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatiana        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-9081248606056325998?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/9081248606056325998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=9081248606056325998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/9081248606056325998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/9081248606056325998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/03/starbucks-vs-mom.html' title='Starbucks vs. Mom'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-9194310293100756218</id><published>2009-02-27T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:57:10.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Critic</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this are some movies I watched recently that I thought were really good. Some of them you might have heard of them or watched a commercial on tv, but this summary of the movie. I will also have the stars in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eagle Eye:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shia Labouf stars in it, and it is about this guy named Jim and his twin just died. When they were little they use to be really close but they drifted apart when they grew up, and when his brother dies, Jimmy (Shia Labouf) starts getting some misterious commands on the phone, and if didn't obey it he would die. On his way he met this woman and another guy, when the other guy wouldn't obey the commands he got electricuted in a freak accident, and if the women didn't obey the commands her son would die. So they have to find out who is giving the commands before they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: starring Emily Browning.  The whole point of the movie is a girl trying to prove that her dad's girlfriend was the killer of her mother, and she has a sister who doesn't really believe her because she just got released from a mental institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: starring the hottest people in the world like Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson. If you don't know those names then you must have been living under a rock the past year. OK so, this girl just moved from Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington to live with her divorced father. When she moves there she encounters these beautiful but strange people who aren't really accepted in the community. She finds herself strangely attracted one of them, the most beautiful one named Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson). She talks to one of her childhood friends, Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner), who turns out to be a werewolf later. She finds out that the beautiful people are vampires including Edward. And there is an amazing twist at the end of the movie. Its great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-9194310293100756218?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/9194310293100756218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=9194310293100756218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/9194310293100756218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/9194310293100756218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-critic.html' title='Movie Critic'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5504112863563824861</id><published>2009-02-20T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:59:11.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Lautner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhVYwcRFyDM/SZ8K4kbXWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/PpNuCpCcx-Q/s1600-h/taylor+lautner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304970853033138514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhVYwcRFyDM/SZ8K4kbXWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/PpNuCpCcx-Q/s320/taylor+lautner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! This is Taylor Lautner. He is so hot. He is the hottest celebrity ever, and I know a lot about him. After him comes Robert Pattinson, then Zac Efron. Those are the top three hottest celebrities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5504112863563824861?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5504112863563824861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5504112863563824861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5504112863563824861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5504112863563824861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/taylor-lautner.html' title='Taylor Lautner'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhVYwcRFyDM/SZ8K4kbXWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/PpNuCpCcx-Q/s72-c/taylor+lautner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-2643346679399413508</id><published>2009-02-20T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:53:20.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Place In This World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There lies a town,&lt;br /&gt;a place,&lt;br /&gt;my place in this world,&lt;br /&gt;so come,&lt;br /&gt;find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;look out for the bad things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be careful of the obstacles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looming ahead of you,&lt;br /&gt;they might cut you short,&lt;br /&gt;before you cross the finishing line,&lt;br /&gt;there are ghastly dangers,&lt;br /&gt;and atrocious tests,&lt;br /&gt;unlike any ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be moving swiftly&lt;br /&gt;through the thorny hills,&lt;br /&gt;stumbling in the vales rill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facing off against the vandals of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the soul searing feeling,&lt;br /&gt;despair,&lt;br /&gt;that is easiest to gain,&lt;br /&gt;the hardest to lose.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think it is not worth it,&lt;br /&gt;it is but a moment of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;and a moment of pain,&lt;br /&gt;for an ever lasting pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are hypnotized,&lt;br /&gt;then you have finally arrived,&lt;br /&gt;a sweet smell plays in the air,&lt;br /&gt;and the wind scatters the green leaves,&lt;br /&gt;the colorful blooms,&lt;br /&gt;decorate the sun kissed meadow,&lt;br /&gt;while the passionate sun beats down,&lt;br /&gt;on the clear, sparkling fountain,&lt;br /&gt;cascading down the rocky hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestled between independence and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;hope and spirit,&lt;br /&gt;there lies a town,&lt;br /&gt;a place,&lt;br /&gt;my place in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-2643346679399413508?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/2643346679399413508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=2643346679399413508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2643346679399413508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2643346679399413508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-place-in-this-world.html' title='My Place In This World'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-6471969923958450333</id><published>2009-02-18T14:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:38:05.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary (2):</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't write anything on Saturday night. I had to go to my cousin's house. Actually, I should probably start from Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, people got carnations and lots of candies. I think I might have eaten a little too many candy, because I was really hyper. When I got home, Grams put me in the shower to cool me down, and it wasn't exactly the best way to cool me down. After, I got in the shower she remembered that my psychologist told me not to be in the water too much because of me talking to the water. She tried to get me out, but I wouldn't because me and the water were having a very important discussion. (By the way, it is about the water's wedding. It asked me to be the maid of honor, but I don't I can be especially not with my Grams around.) Anyways, when I finally got out after about two hours my Grams was mad at me, but she came around after I made her a delicious meal or at least I tried and burned her favorite apron. She still forgave me though, because she thought it was sweet of me to try to make up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had an appointment at the psychologist at 1:00 PM, but I am sure you already know that since I have been talking about it for the past week. It was actually quite fun, but there was something the psychologist said that I didn't like. She said that maybe I am talking to the water, because I have nobody friends to talk to. Most of the grade and other people from other school are my friends, thank you very much. It isn't my fault that she wouldn't believe me that the water talks to me. That is her problem, but the funny thing is nobody believes me except this old guy I met at my psychologist's office. He is very nice except he talks under his breath non stop. I don't think it is weird at all for a person to talk under their breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Saturday night we went to my uncle's house. Oh my god I ate so much chocolate strwaberries that night. I couldn't go to sleep, because of all the sugar in me. We stayed their till 11:00 PM with our cousins their. It was realy fun, and it was kind of like a post Valentine's Day party. I wish we could do it all the time, but I don't think that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Sunday I went shopping with my mother. It was fun except there was this really hot guy in one of the store, and he looked about 14-year-old. He had gorgeous hazel eyes and messy blonde hair. He was amazingly cute, but my mom was talking about stuff that was very embarassing in front of him but I was fine because she was talking in a different lauguge. The mall was flooded with cute things. I got a green skinny jeans from H&amp;amp;M and a turquoise skinny jeans from Dillias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunetly, I couldn't find any cute dresses. I really thought there would be an adorable dress in H&amp;amp;M, Dillias, or Forever 21, but there really aren't. Well... there are pretty good dresses but I really couldn't find a dress that looks good on me. Oh, well... I will tell you when I find a pretty dress. I will probably have to look in other malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your truly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatiana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-6471969923958450333?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/6471969923958450333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=6471969923958450333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6471969923958450333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6471969923958450333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary-2.html' title='Dear Diary (2):'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-7762322884842252533</id><published>2009-02-13T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:18:01.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary:</title><content type='html'>I looked out the window of the highest building. I could see everything and everybody. People bustling down the street, dogs going trough trashcans, and the city just waking up. All of them have freedom and I am going to use up my last bit of freedom tonight at the dance. I got a really bad grade and my Grams is grounding me till I don't know forever. But don't worry I will find a way to get out. Don't get me wrong. I love my Grams and all but I think she is a bit strict, no actually she is a controlling freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might think I am a little spoiled brat. No I am not, plus I don't want to think about anything tonight except the dance. Oh yeah baby! I need to show people my moves. What moves you say? I got none. But still that is no reason not to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Grams is taking me to the a psychologist tomorrow I need to have as much fun as possible. You know she thinks there is something wrong with me. I don't think there is anything wrong with me at all, except the occasional talking to the toiletries while I am taking shower and laughing out loud randomly at the dinner table. I mean those are no reason to take me to a psycologist, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grams is a nurse so she knows a lot of people who are involved in the whole medical buisness. She is taking me to one of her psycologist friends which I don't mind very much because there are pretty cushions and a very comfortable couch. There is also the reception room that has bullet proof window for the assistant just in case the patients got out of controll. If you ask me I think that is a little paranoid, because I come here all the time to visit her with my Grams. Every time I come here the patients seem very normal. There are people with so many scars on their face that I would need to touch their face to count it, and there are old, fat people who talk to themselves and yell out randomly. Except these little flaws the people are very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I got to change for the dance right now. I am wearing a really cute outfit. Fashion and school are probably the things I am good at, oh and making friends. I am a social butterfly at my school and I have a lot of friends. My Grams sometimes thinks I forced them to be my friend and constantly wonders how I get very good grades when I am so weird. I am not weird, I am just outgoing and not shy. I usually don't get embarassed about the stupidest things, and I talk to random people I don't know at school. I don't really get embarassed that much for example I don't get embarassed if I fall down or talk about things in my life that are very weird. People might get embarassed about those stuff but not me. Well, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatiana      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-7762322884842252533?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7762322884842252533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=7762322884842252533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7762322884842252533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7762322884842252533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary:'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-7396945011992363852</id><published>2009-02-11T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:41:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whisper of dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the creation of souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;when the millions of stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;shimmer and twinkle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;across the night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And when the meteor strikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;just a blur of fierce flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;then it disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;In that moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;some life start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and some end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;but no matter where,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;the life cycle continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But beyond the beautiful things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;to the lack of wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the heinous words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;also the ignorance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;of human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The shadows in every corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;teaming up with the hideous souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;as they try to break it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;to break the beautiful beings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and shatter the protective barriers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;All is all and in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;the spiteful things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;with the sweet tastes of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;make up the view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;the view from a Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-7396945011992363852?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7396945011992363852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=7396945011992363852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7396945011992363852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7396945011992363852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/view-from-friday.html' title='The View from a Friday'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5670197040653943000</id><published>2009-02-06T14:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:53:25.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinister Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the feeling of longing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hypotonized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so irresistible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it almost seems like a sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to not accept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the sinister smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and jet black hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that fall on his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the first snowflakes of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little imperfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a small scar on his nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the left side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that little imperfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make him even more perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody can pull it off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;except him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that sinister smile of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5670197040653943000?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5670197040653943000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5670197040653943000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5670197040653943000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5670197040653943000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinister-smile.html' title='Sinister Smile'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-6520271522899794445</id><published>2009-02-04T14:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:53:09.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibalism :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what cannibalism is? It is the act of one human eating another human. You might think nobody would do that no-matter what happens. Well, Al Packer was a psychotic man who ate five of his companions. Him and five other friends went on a gold mining expedition. I suppose he was starving at the time so he sneaked upon his friends, cut them up and ate them one by one. When he got back he had gained so much weight and none of his friends had come back so people became suspicious. On March 16, 1883 he wrote a confession, and his trial began April, 6 in Lake City, Colorado. In the end he died Jefferson County, Colorado in jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You think this is a legend made to scare little children, right? Wrong, because this is a completely true story. To prove it I am going to show you one of Packer's quotes; "the breast of man...are the sweetest meat I ever tasted." In 1980, Jim Robertson and a poet named Burton Raffel, made a movie about his story called, "The Legend of Alfred Packer".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scary, right? More like disgusting. Who would cut up and eat their own friends no matter how hungry they are? I think I would rather die of starvation than eat my friends. Plus, there were only seven Democrats in the county at that time according, and he reduced them to two. Those other two are lucky they didn't go on the expedition with him. I think he deserved what he got and more. By the way, did you know that cannibalism means the act of one human eating another one? Just an interesting fact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-6520271522899794445?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/6520271522899794445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=6520271522899794445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6520271522899794445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6520271522899794445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/02/cannibalism.html' title='Cannibalism :('/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5906497662249246984</id><published>2009-01-23T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:44:01.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Never After</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a land far away there was a very handsome prince. His father was dying so the prince was getting ready to take throne, but before he does that he has to get married. So, the prince ordered his most trusted men to look through his kingdom to find him a lovely maiden. He sent one of his men to the east, the other to the west, and the other two to the north and south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning he heard the click clack out his window from his room. He walked over to his window and looked down to see a girl tied down to a horse just like they do to criminals. Just when he was about the go, the farm girl looked up and saw him. They studied each others features. He saw her dirty face and those bottomless gray eyes. There was no fear in them just cockiness. Her jet black hair tumbled down her back outlining her curve. He didn't think she was anything special, just another girl that happens to be in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got dressed in his usual attire. Expensive leather boots and hunting clothes made just for him. He hadn't gone hunting lately because he had been busy trying to find a fine mate. He walked down the hall like a respectable kind would to the stable. He had heard that there was a new horse keeper. He was looking forward to meeting them but when he got to his stable, he found out that the girl he had seen was the horse keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to get to end? I will do just that because I know that it is getting boring. So, that night one of the men he sent came back. The one he sent to the East came back with a lovely maiden. As soon as he saw her he fell in love with her. He asked her for her hand and of course she agreed to marry him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After months of preparation everything was ready. The wedding is tomorrow, and the prince is the happiest man on earth. But, just at midnight Dreama his beloved was called to the stable. Dreama went there no knowing what to expect. When she got there the stable girl , Mrs.Evil, was waiting for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why did you call for me, stable girl? I don't even know you." Dreama said in confusion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh but you will. By the way, I am not a stable girl, I am an evil enchantress from a distant country. I came here because I heard that he prince needs someone special. I am definitely special and more importantly I want his kingdom." sneered Mrs.Evil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, you aren't going to stop us from getting married. Plus, you can't kill me, and why are you doing this anyways?" asked Dreama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"First of all who said anything about killing, I am just going to kidnap you to lure the Prince here and then I am going to put a spell on him. Oh and, I am doing this because we both know that this is my destiny." said Mrs. Evil an evil smile playing on her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After an hour the prince arrived at Mrs. Evil's chamber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why do you call me? I am looking for Dream. She is missing, and I am very worried." the prince explained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I might know where she is." Mrs. Evil said batting her eyelashes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I already know who you are and what you can do, but I trusted you enough to let you stay. I guess I was mistaken." disappointment filling his voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I wouldn't call it a mistake, but I am going to give you mercy and let you choose between her and another lady. Don't worry the lady I chose is very appropriate for you, but there is a catch." said Mrs. Evil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Of course, there is always a catch." said the Prince in a sarcastic tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There are two very similar, sound proof doors. One has Dreama in it and the other has the lady I chose in it." and then with a flick of her hand Mrs. Evil uncovered two identical doors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The prince looked at both doors and after a long silence he said "I choose the one on the..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which one did the prince choose? The one on the right or on the left? Well, that is your choice. Did he choose the lady or did he choose his true love? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5906497662249246984?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5906497662249246984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5906497662249246984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5906497662249246984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5906497662249246984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/01/happily-never-after.html' title='Happily Never After'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-2932927745530418779</id><published>2009-01-13T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:48:42.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Green Sea Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could barely keep myself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from having hysteria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my hands trembling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I put my hand on the boat rail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tunder rolled above me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hrough the dark night sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the waves of the ocean crashed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;against the immense boulders,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the wind whistling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and howling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a hungry wolf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rocked my boat back and forth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it flips y boat upside down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flipping my whole life along the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hold on to the cold metal rails,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for dear life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it does no good,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went crashing down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;into the green sea water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-2932927745530418779?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/2932927745530418779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=2932927745530418779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2932927745530418779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/2932927745530418779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/01/into-green-sea-water.html' title='Into the Green Sea Water'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-6429178653885576471</id><published>2009-01-08T12:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:47:50.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrassing Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, so my friend was talking about some embarassing stories she read on a magazine, and that gave me the idea to blog about some funny, embarassing stories so here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is about a girl who was making out with her boy friend. While they were making out, he grabbed her butt, and she farted in his hand. He was grossed out and I don't think they went out after that. I am sorry about this. I feel really sorry for the girl this happened to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was pretty late at night and this girl was sitting on her boy friend's lap. They were making out, but her boy friend wanted to use the bathroom, so when he got up she saw a blood stain on the back of his pants. When he came back from the bathroom, he told her that he noticed it, but she made an excuse. This one was pretty embarassing but at least they didn't break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These two couples were at the movies and like all happy couples not watching the movie, but making out. The girl had the flu when they were making out, but that didn't stop her from making out with her boy friend even though it ends up as a complete catastroph. No, it is not what you think. Her boy friend didn't get the flu, but he did end up with a puddle of puke on his lap. Gross, right? Anyways, she got really nauseaus from the tongue swirling in her mouth and well you know how it ends right? I don't really know what happened to this couple after this incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get ready for this one. This one is kind of funny. These two have been dating for a while and they didn't have their first kiss yet. It was after the guy took her out for dinner and he was going to give her a good night kiss. He was about three inches away from her face the rubber band of her brace snapped and hit him in the face. Atleast these couples just laughed it off and didn't break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-6429178653885576471?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/6429178653885576471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=6429178653885576471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6429178653885576471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6429178653885576471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2009/01/embrassing-stories.html' title='Embrassing Stories'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-7698267477786437166</id><published>2008-12-19T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:08:14.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why being a girls is better that being a guy!</title><content type='html'>1) Girls can wear guy clothes but guys can't wear girl clothes. If they did everybody will thing they are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If girls are in bad situation like sinking ship, girls always get life boats first so we have a better chance of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Girls get yummy chocolate and pretty flowers from guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The coolest, most amazing songs are wrote about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Girls can have slumber parties. Guys don't know what they are missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Girls are more mature than boys and better at math and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)We have make-up to fix any blemishes on our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)We don't have to shave our faces. Does it hurt when you shave your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)We are so much more neater and we have better handwritings than guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Last but not least we get to spend the money while they make the money. (well sometimes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-7698267477786437166?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7698267477786437166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=7698267477786437166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7698267477786437166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7698267477786437166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons-why-being-girls-is-better-that.html' title='Reasons why being a girls is better that being a guy!'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-189591850220381136</id><published>2008-12-18T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:35:54.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you have read my recent post you would know that it is about love. I do not know why but for some reason I have been questioning love. Questions like "Why does everybody want love?", "Do people believe in true love and soul mates?". So, I decided I should answer these questions as well as I can. I want to let people know about my point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us start with the questions "Why does everybody want love?". You know that is actually a very interesting question. I don't think that wanting love is bad or good. I am very neutral about it, because there are pros and cons of wanting love. The pro is you will have somebody you can't live without and somebody to adore you. That person would give their live to save you or protect you, and that is a a very warm and good feeling, knowing that there is somebody who would never abandon you no matter what. I don't know if this is a con, but I hate wanting love sometimes because everybody wants it, even me. I am not really used seeing people want something this much and if you don't find love soon enough then you get frustrated. You might even throw away your life for love. Love can make you very irrational and just because of one choice you might throw away everything you have worked for. Even though there are cons to wanting love, I don't think that people should ever stop looking for love no matter what, because once you find it, you will find out that it is worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next question is "Do you believe in soul mates and true love?". I do believe in soul mates and true love. I know that there is someone out there for all of us. You might not like them at a certain time or untill you get to know them but at the end you will find your true love. I know a lot of people who didn't like their true love at first but when they gave them a second chance, they found out that there is somebody else hidding in there that they like. I hope that we all have a chance to find out who our true love is. I think everybody deserves a true love no matter who they are or what they did. Love is infinite and you can make more whenever you it is necessary. Just because you found your true love doesn't mean you have to take away the love you gave to the other people around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-189591850220381136?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/189591850220381136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=189591850220381136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/189591850220381136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/189591850220381136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-questions.html' title='Questioning Love!'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-6611804009044751906</id><published>2008-12-18T12:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:46:41.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does everybody want a thing like love?</title><content type='html'>Love,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants it,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why does somebody want a thing like love?&lt;br /&gt;It is very breakable,&lt;br /&gt;And precious at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;One drop and it cracks,&lt;br /&gt;But still everybody wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it is wanted by so many,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't come really easily,&lt;br /&gt;People want it so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Including me,&lt;br /&gt;and for that reason I sometimes hate love,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it because,&lt;br /&gt;We want it so much,&lt;br /&gt;Again that question comes up,&lt;br /&gt;The question that has been nagging me,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized,&lt;br /&gt;Why everybody want to meet the one,&lt;br /&gt;Their soul mate,&lt;br /&gt;Their true love,&lt;br /&gt;And here is the reason,&lt;br /&gt;It is because love is the closest thing we have to magic,&lt;br /&gt;I know right know you might say,&lt;br /&gt;What does she know?&lt;br /&gt;She is just a little kid,&lt;br /&gt;But when you finally find it,&lt;br /&gt;Then you will understand,&lt;br /&gt;You will be able to say the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we all get that chance,&lt;br /&gt;The chance to answer the question,Why does everyone want love so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-6611804009044751906?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/6611804009044751906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=6611804009044751906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6611804009044751906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/6611804009044751906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-everybody-want-thing-like-love.html' title='Why does everybody want a thing like love?'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-1415136431250225009</id><published>2008-12-12T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:14:26.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Tips</title><content type='html'>Now a days a lot of people are very concerned about how they dress and how they look, especially girls. So I thought that I should write about some easy makeup and beauty tips that are easy and very useful.&lt;br /&gt;Tip #1:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;First, let us start with the skin. Teens don't usually need foundation. You can use concealer to hide any imperfection. Make sure you wipe your skin with clean clothe and wash it very well every night. Also to protect you skin, wear sunsreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tip #2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it is time for your eyes. To achieve a natural looking eye don't line the inside of your bottom lash. Plus, if you are going to curl your lashes, do it befor applying any type of eye makeup. It is good if you use eye shadows that match your skin tone so it wouldn't look overdone. If you want it to look extra special add a little sparkle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tip#3:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfectly Pouty lips? No problem! Don't use lipstick very much because it makes look really old. if you want some color use tinted lipgloss or sheer colors. Neutral colors do really well with any type of lip. Use sunscreen chapstick when you go to hot places or to the beach so your lip doesn't get dry and chapped. It is good to experiment with different shades and lipglosses but don't try to work with both you eyes and lips because it will be overdone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tip#4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One important thing about using concealer is don't use too much of it and don't rub it. Put a little on you middle finger, you only need a small amount and when you apply it don't rub it. It just makes your acne look worse.  Also you can use a toothbrush to make your brows look good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tip#5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; The last one is applying blush. Being a teenage, you can use pink blushes. With a great mascara  and lipgloss it looks amazing. Don't over do it. You only need little otherwise you  are going to look like a doll. You can use a little shimmer blush if you are going to a party but keep it light for schoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-1415136431250225009?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/1415136431250225009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=1415136431250225009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/1415136431250225009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/1415136431250225009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-tips.html' title='Beauty Tips'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-3697935997214457620</id><published>2008-11-07T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:03:45.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      I know what you are thinking right now. You are thinking about first borns. No, that is not  what my topic means. I mean first kids like the kids who live in the White House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Most people want to be first kids, but I think that there are some disadvantages of being a first kid. One of them is that every thing you do ends up on the newspaper. If you flunk the big math test, it ends up on the newspaper or on tv. I am not saying that all of the atention is bad, but most of the times reporters focus on bad things instead of the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Also the other thing is there is pressure on you. There is the pressure of living up to your parent's and the public's expectations. It is another thing to live up to your potential, but everybody excpects you to do something as important as one of your parents. It is hard enough having the pressure of getting good grades when you are a normal person now you have to be perfect every second of every minute. This is the reason many first kids take up drinking or some type of drug. They use alcohol and drugs to soothe the pressure and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    There are also advantages of living in the White House.  There is a pool, bowling alley, and a private movie theater. What kid wouldn't love that? Plus, the famous Easter Egg Roll celebration takes place right there at the front porch of the White House, which is really cool because many celebrities come there to perform. For exmaple, last year the Jonas Brothers performed at the Easter Egg Roll. Also, many world leaders and other presidents drop by constantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     So my advice to the new first kids Sasha and Malia Obama is to have fun and just be kids. I know it is kind of hard to not be kids when you have the secret service watching you 24/7 but they should try their best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-3697935997214457620?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/3697935997214457620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=3697935997214457620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/3697935997214457620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/3697935997214457620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-kids.html' title='First Kids'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-8625965248777571357</id><published>2008-11-06T12:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:00:48.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Teenager is Hard!</title><content type='html'>You know it is we are only starting the second quarter and you already have tons of homework and projects, especially if you are 6th grade and up.  Some of the projects are have of your grade and are due next week, but you don't have anytime to finish them or start them for that matter. I mean you have after school programs, clubs, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;      Your parents are nagging you to get a good grade, but they don't really give you the time to study. Every weekend they ask you to do volunteer work, visit some relatives, and other things. I am not saying these things are bad, but come on they can't excpect a good grade without giving the time. So now you have to dread the end of the quarter or the next test, because you didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;    Even if you somehow manage to get a good grade they act as if it is nothing. They brush it off as if it is usual and like you haven't labored all quarter. Don't you hate it when parents act like that ? If you get a good grade, they see as nothing. If you get a bad grade they ground you until you bring up your grade. I think that is very obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;     This is only the beginning. You also have your social life, a reputation to uphold. There is gossip,  who is going out with who, what your frenemy says behind your back, and what other people think of you. Many people say they don't care what other people think, but we all know that you care very much. I completly understand, I mean who wants to be called mean things behind their backs?&lt;br /&gt;     There is also you social status. Are you popular or not? Does your crush likes you back or not? These are just a few, but all I can say is that being a teenage is hard. It sometimes makes me wish I was a little girl again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-8625965248777571357?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/8625965248777571357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=8625965248777571357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/8625965248777571357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/8625965248777571357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-teenager-is-hard.html' title='Being a Teenager is Hard!'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-4570903851823757417</id><published>2008-10-30T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:11:40.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of Devil Forks</title><content type='html'>Did you know that in the Medieval Ages eating with forks was considered scandalous? Let me tell you why.  Long time ago, a Greece princess introduced fork at her wedding.  Shortly after her wedding the princess died. The pope thought that it was a punishment that she died so soon, because she introduced forks. After that, for a long time people considered using fork a devilish act.&lt;br /&gt;In the 11th century, Italy nobles used forks regularly. France started using forks in 14th century. A guy named, Thomas Coryat, tried to start the tradition of using forks, but many people mocked him. They started calling him "Furcifer". That is when I realized that, maybe that is where Devil Forks come from. Weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Some countries still haven't changed. For example, in Thailand, it is still considered scandalous to bring a food into your mouth using a fork. You can only use a fork to bring the food on the spoon and then you can eat the food. I never thought eating food could be so overwhelming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-4570903851823757417?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/4570903851823757417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=4570903851823757417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4570903851823757417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4570903851823757417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/origin-of-devil-forks.html' title='The Origin of Devil Forks'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-7350994531866941221</id><published>2008-10-30T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:56:41.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Similies</title><content type='html'>The moon is brighter than the biggest diamond there is to be found in center of the earth or in the deep blue oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A flower is as beautiful as the Nile River when it cascades down the magnificent slopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The beach stretched out like the moonless black sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her back, curved like the domes of those countless years old Greece churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The skateboarder, flying down the hill, like a hawk swooping down from the sky, about to pick up a prairie dog from the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As crazy as the drunk hobo who chased me for 20 blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The child danced through the fields like an Egyptian dancer trying to impress and emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The day passed as slowly as two couples who are sauntering on a beautiful moonlit sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The teacher's voice was as quiet as a hunter trying to spring a trap on a fierce lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He spun around as fast as if one second was an hour for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-7350994531866941221?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7350994531866941221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=7350994531866941221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7350994531866941221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7350994531866941221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/similies.html' title='Similies'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5733990586569291459</id><published>2008-10-23T12:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:10:28.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When did "smackdown" become the new playdate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a very interesting story to tell you. I heard it on the radio on 99.5 at 5 in the morning. I couldn't sleep so I wanted to listen to music on 99.5, but there was none. There was this radio show which was actually interesting. Here is the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Victorville, California a mom took her daughter to Mojave Desert park to fight another 12-year-old girl. Anyways, when her 12-years-old daughter was losing, the mom jumped into the fight. She pulled the other girls hair and slapped her on her face. When this was happening a crowd was gathering and the mom didn't even try to stop the fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was the 31-years-old mom thinking? I don't know, but what I do know is that she is a bad mom. We all know that violence was not the answer and especially as a mother she should have found a peaceful way to settle her daughter's disagreement instead of boosting her up to fight. I think the mother was being stupid and irrresponsible. This was the mother's fault, because nothing good came of this fight. All that happened was that her daughter just got hurt physically and probably her feelings too. The mom is basically giving her daughter an approval to hurt herself and another child when she took her to that park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happened to the mother? Well, when the sheriff arrived to break up the fight, he witnessed the mother pulling the other girl's hair and slapping her. The mother was arrested, because of child abuse and the case is being investigated right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5733990586569291459?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5733990586569291459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5733990586569291459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5733990586569291459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5733990586569291459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-did-smackdown-become-new-playdate.html' title='When did &quot;smackdown&quot; become the new playdate?'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-4943465417981478348</id><published>2008-10-17T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:45:46.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am who I am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i am proud of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now let me tell you a little about me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how I get through life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like everybody else I get in all type of situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to share my happiness with my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep my calm most of the times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let me tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is not that easy to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It depends on how bad the situation is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes I ask for help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes I tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except my big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My big sister is who I look up to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is my role model and my hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the my most favorite person in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell her everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is there for me no matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se is the one who thought me many things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the things she thought me have become useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is the one who held me first as a baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always she is first one I go to for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is one of my best friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also my sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing and no one can break us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the things I like to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is read and write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also work hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make my future bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-4943465417981478348?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/4943465417981478348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=4943465417981478348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4943465417981478348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/4943465417981478348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-7084001585027160771</id><published>2008-10-10T13:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:53:52.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Body is Weird!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have any of you guys ever wonder how your body was made. In my case the answer is no. I found the things I am about to tell you, because I had nothing to write about and I was searching the Internet for something interesting. I found this both interesting and informative. I hope you enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many parents and teachers nag you about getting a high I.Q., right? Well you should show them this fact. There is no one who likes facts more than parents and teachers, especially you science or biology teacher, since what I am about to say relates with those subjects. Did you know that scientists say the higher your I.Q. the more you day dream. I don't know what dreaming has got to do with you intelligence, but I am just telling you the facts. Weird, isn't it? that is what i thought when I found that out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you know that your thumb is as long as your nose? When I found out this I tried it and it was true. I even asked my friend to try it. My friend and I thought it was funny. I told my teacher and she laughed. It is kind of odd, don't you think? I thought so too. Who would have thought that your thumb and your nose are the same length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just learned that human brain can hold 5 times as much as an Encyclopedia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Britannica&lt;/span&gt;. I was really surprised when I found that out, because many people forget several things and our brain is suppose to hold more than an Encyclopedia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britannica&lt;/span&gt; can, so from now on if I want to memorize things all I have to do is think about this fact. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; as it might seem, it is very true. Many scientists have done a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; on this and it has been proven again and again. We have a memory that is better than an Encyclopedia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Britannica&lt;/span&gt; and we don't use it. If we actually use our brain's capacity to memorize stuff, then we wouldn't need an Encyclopedia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Britannica&lt;/span&gt; as often as we need it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are just some facts, I found the most interesting. If you want to find out more interesting things about the human body then got to, &lt;a href="http://www.emmitsburg.net/humor/archives/interesting_facts/interesting_facts_12.htm#The%20human%20body%20is%20a%20machine%20that%20is%20full%20of%20wonder"&gt;http://www.emmitsburg.net/humor/archives/interesting_facts/interesting_facts_12.htm#The%20human%20body%20is%20a%20machine%20that%20is%20full%20of%20wonder&lt;/a&gt;. If you know some facts, then make sure you comment on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-7084001585027160771?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7084001585027160771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=7084001585027160771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7084001585027160771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/7084001585027160771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-body-is-weird.html' title='Human Body is Weird!!!!'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-937702508298813191</id><published>2008-10-03T13:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:35:21.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistical Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys? OK, so have you guys ever wondered if you were a mystical creature, what you would be? Then you are in the right place! Read the rest of this and you will be able to know what you will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are mysterious and adventurous, then you would be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VAMPIRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It would be cool to be a vampire. By vampire, I mean a Twilight kind of vampire. You are beautiful and very selfless. You know when you are out numbered and you know how to persevere. You are very lovable and loving. You don't like to be in the middle of attention, but you do like it when people give you some attention once in a while. Something I would like to advice you is don't be overconfident, just because you are close to perfect and beautiful or don't completely forget about yourself. What I am trying to tell you is try to balance things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are beautiful and care a lot about your outfit, makeup, and all those stuff then you are a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MERMAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You are rich and your beauty is radiant. Every body envies you beauty, in a good way. You have a lot of friends and a lot of people have a crush on you. But, make sure that you have real friends. Also, don't be very obsessed with you looks. I am not saying looks are not important, I am just saying that there are thing that are more important than looks. Ones in a while try to give some of your money to the homeless or to charities, not only are you making other people's life easier, you will also feel good inside. That is a win, win situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are caring, giving, and care a lot about other people, then you are a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAIRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You like to do community work and help the environment by recycling. You love animals and plants. You have a very giving heart and you are also really forgiving. You think little kids are adorable (which they are) , and you like to spend time with them. You have an amazing personality, just make sure that you think about yourself ones in a while, because in between of doing all those good deeds, you might be hurting yourself. Also, being nice to others doesn't mean agreeing with them all the time, so stand up for yourself, when you need to and show other people that you are as tough as anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you have a lot of friends, like to watch things happen in the sidelines, and don't like when all the attention on you, then you are a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARE WOLF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You might think it is a bad thing to be a werewolf, but it isn't. If people met you, they will have a completely different opinion about werewolves. You are the reasonable one and your friends always come to you when they have a problem. You don't like to gossip or start rumors. Being the guidance counselor of you group is awesome, but sometimes you have to let other people be your guidance counselor. It doesn't have to be your friend. It can be anybody. Bottling up you feelings can lead you into doing something rash or something you don't want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are quiet, focused, and always up for a challenge then you are a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAGON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You know where you are going. You are very ambitious and you know what you are going to in the future. You are always very busy and are mature for you age. You are all business and no nonsense. You will probably be a CEO of some large company or work in the congress, when you grow up. You really like to spend you time with adults. There is nothing wrong with being ambitious, but it is good for you to go out there and have fun sometimes. Try to make more friends, that are your age. That way you will have a balanced life, because you can only be a teen once and there is a lot time to be an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-937702508298813191?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/937702508298813191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=937702508298813191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/937702508298813191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/937702508298813191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/mistical-characters.html' title='Mistical Characters'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5293735436515992591</id><published>2008-10-02T12:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:49:19.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool and Funny Words</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite words in "tokie dockie". It means "sometimes" in Japanese. I like it, because it sounds like "okie dockie". I don't actually say okie dockie, but I think I am going to start saying "tokie dockie" from know on.&lt;br /&gt;         My other favorite word is womba, which means very big. It is not an actual word, but I just like saying it. The weird thing is not many people use that word. I don't know why, I mean it is a great word. People use words like "ginormus", "gimangus", and other words. I think they should include "womba" into their vocabulary, because it is funny. Every time things are tense or awkward around me i say that word and every body starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;       I also like the word ha ha. It means mother in Japanese. I don't mean to be prejudice, I just love some Japanese words. They are really funny and cool. I actually admire their creativity.&lt;br /&gt;        Another word I like is "confuzelled". Obviously, it is not a real word, but I really like to say it sometimes. I means confused or frustrated. Even though i don't say it as much as the other words I still like the meaning and the little twist from the real world. It is a great word.&lt;br /&gt;        You can use my words, if you want to. I think you should use them, because they are a great secret weapon. You can use them, if you don't want people to understand what you are saying or if you don't want adults to understand what you mean. You might as well be speaking a different language, when you are using these words (which you kind of are), especially if you are speaking to adults.&lt;br /&gt;        Right now, I am trying to create a list of funny or clever words, so if you have some words that you think are funny then feel free to add to let me know by commenting. Meanwhile, I keep trying to find some funny words and I will post it, so don't forget to check my blog. I will try to keep it updated. Also, I will add at least three or four words each month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5293735436515992591?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5293735436515992591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5293735436515992591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5293735436515992591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5293735436515992591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Cool and Funny Words'/><author><name>cherry fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01697727778152131268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624408919193703142.post-5753084104280240617</id><published>2008-09-25T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:32:27.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your blog is ready</title><content type='html'>Just start a new post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8624408919193703142-5753084104280240617?l=hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5753084104280240617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8624408919193703142&amp;postID=5753084104280240617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5753084104280240617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8624408919193703142/posts/default/5753084104280240617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08sweet16lover.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-blog-is-ready.html' title='Your blog is ready'/><author><name>Teri Battles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
