<?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-6353343533526105749</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My School Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-3775624822664869539</id><published>2009-05-29T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:40:13.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relation Ships !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/Sh_zxyiRDTI/AAAAAAAAADE/hzpVREIM330/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/Sh_zxyiRDTI/AAAAAAAAADE/hzpVREIM330/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341255719789333810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/Sh_zxqwn3cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/40AoyX_N1JM/s1600-h/relationship-issues-relationship-problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/Sh_zxqwn3cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/40AoyX_N1JM/s400/relationship-issues-relationship-problems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341255717702065602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned the hard way that things don't always go the way you want the to. Sometimes you have to let things go, yes it's hard but you have to or you will never move on. Moving on doesn't mean you have to forget them or have no kind of contact with them. You can talk, don't talk about the past if it;s going to get you mad. You should only talk about it if it's necessary. You shouldn't let the bad times effect the good times you have had. Nobody should go though pain but that's life. You have to go though pain if you can ever feel happiness. Happiness is something you have to have in a relationship. Without it your going to be miserable because your living a lie. Love is something you have to earn you just can't claim it. Love is the bond between to people that have interest in them and that's going to be there when you need them. There when your sad, crying, laughing, smelling, touching, etc, but what you really need in a relationship is trust. Without trust there can be no relationship, what your going to go to your friends house and they think your going to cheat on them or do something stupid with someone else. There going to worry about you at times, it's not that they don't trust you it's that they really care about you and don't want you to make a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes but not all the time you should learn your lesson the first time you make a mistake, and if you argue it's not bad there showing you that they don't wanna lose you to no one or to anything really. You have to make a commitment to the person you love or they will kill you.....just playing. Really though if you make a commitment to that person you know they have to do it back duh, but if you just finish braking up with someone don't go to another person so soon. Wait a while if you just go to another person so fast the person you used to be with is going to think damn he or she didn't really care about. You have to give respect to get respect, if your going to disrespect somebody don't think later on there going to want to have anything to do with you. Just remember you have to have trust without it your whole relationship will falls as fast as a bowling ball and that's truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-3775624822664869539?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/3775624822664869539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=3775624822664869539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/3775624822664869539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/3775624822664869539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2009/05/relation-ships.html' title='Relation Ships !'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/Sh_zxyiRDTI/AAAAAAAAADE/hzpVREIM330/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-9022978729462890103</id><published>2009-04-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:35:51.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARKNESSS BEYOND WHAT YOU SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SdYeh-QF7hI/AAAAAAAAACk/ihHkeZywTv0/s1600-h/graveyard073va.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SdYeh-QF7hI/AAAAAAAAACk/ihHkeZywTv0/s400/graveyard073va.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320473578779831826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is not something you can create, its just there. You can't stop darkness no matter what you do. It is crazy what you can learn from things some people think is not important or boring. Where does it come from...i don't know but i bet someone out there does. I wonder how do they know where darkness comes from? Why do some people hide in the shadow of darkness? There are some things that are suppose to be kept to your self but people need to know things like this. This is very important to me. I hope i find that person, or somebody that knows about darkness and where it comes from. How did it first hit the earth? Why do we need darkness sometimes? What is so important about it, what is it i really really what to know about if any one has any information about darkness please leave your comments. What is beyond darkness? Is it light or just more darkness what can we say about it nothing we have to wait and find out for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-9022978729462890103?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/9022978729462890103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=9022978729462890103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/9022978729462890103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/9022978729462890103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2009/04/darknesss-beyond-what-you-see.html' title='DARKNESSS BEYOND WHAT YOU SEE'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SdYeh-QF7hI/AAAAAAAAACk/ihHkeZywTv0/s72-c/graveyard073va.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-1566236750321724596</id><published>2009-01-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:59:58.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigrant Detention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SXYtI_4mCvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZuFiPEfMdQc/s1600-h/Slavery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SXYtI_4mCvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZuFiPEfMdQc/s400/Slavery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293468044631608050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigrant Detention centers are horrible places and many people have died in these places and it hurts me that people die in the Immigrant Detention Centers. Why is it that so many people die? Is it that the guards abuse them or they don't feed them or any other reason? What's for certain is that they are not treated fairly. To be honest I don't like the way immigrants are treated some are treated fair and some unfair. We are all the same and they shouldn't be treated any different then us or anybody else in the world....but everyone has their weaknesses and nobody should take over you because they know you're scared. That's not right you wouldn't like it but going back to the subject...! Do you have a weakness like in abuse or verbal abuse or do you even know anyone with that problem if you do try to help as much as you can because no one should go throw getting beat just to entertain someone for fun or for to make someones life amusing just for that. Even pregnant woman have their baby's in them horrible places, and if you get sick or very ill then you have to wait like 3 to 4 days just to get medicine. Why is it that if your vomiting continuously why doesn't the nurse or doctor take you to the hospital, they wait until your vomiting blood or about to die. I don't why is that but that's why have of the people die because no one cares if you die or not and that's really not right. Why doesn't anyone do anything about it....why don't anybody say something. What kind of people are you HELP THE GOD DAMN IMMIGRANTS THEY NEED YOUR HELP NOW!!!!!!!!!! THEY NEED IT NOW BEFORE ALL OF THEM DIE AND THE FAMILY OF THAT PERSON WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO LIVE WITH THEM SELF'S.....!!! They need someone to be they why not you, why don't you help the Immigrant's they would be so great full in so many ways. So many Immigrant's die every minute or even second please help them they really really need you support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-1566236750321724596?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/1566236750321724596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=1566236750321724596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/1566236750321724596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/1566236750321724596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2009/01/immigrant-detention.html' title='Immigrant Detention'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SXYtI_4mCvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZuFiPEfMdQc/s72-c/Slavery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-277574151568810448</id><published>2008-11-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:35:38.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSWt8vjtX7I/AAAAAAAAABs/s-tr4cwIg8M/s1600-h/FE_PR_1101nsf1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSWt8vjtX7I/AAAAAAAAABs/s-tr4cwIg8M/s400/FE_PR_1101nsf1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270810197977030578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to chose a sense. What I mean by sense is like hear, touch , smell, taste, and sight. If I had to chose which one to live with out it would be smell. I pick smell because you need to see things. You also need to touch, and, taste, and hear to but you really don't need smell. If you don't like something.....lets say like fish. If your nose don't like the smell of it, it won't let you eat it. Your nose is a symbol of your face. You need your nose some times but just not as much as you need the other four senses. OK lets say you don't have ears to hear. You wouldn't be able to hear what anybody is saying or if someones talking about you, you wouldn't know a thing unless your friend or someone that speaks sine language could tell you but besides that you wouldn't know nothing. OK now you would need your sense of touch because you wouldn't be able to feel a kiss or hug someone or feel someone hugging you. Or feel someone pull your hair or anything like that. But what you should be worried about is the some people might treat you or what there going to say. But anyways back to what I was talking about.....well yea if I had to chose one sense to not have it would be my sense of smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-277574151568810448?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/277574151568810448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=277574151568810448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/277574151568810448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/277574151568810448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sense.html' title='My Sense'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSWt8vjtX7I/AAAAAAAAABs/s-tr4cwIg8M/s72-c/FE_PR_1101nsf1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-6374022807856174120</id><published>2008-11-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:42:12.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Barack Obama Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSINYcFAqII/AAAAAAAAABM/d5kA0okIeD4/s1600-h/who-is-barack-obama%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSINYcFAqII/AAAAAAAAABM/d5kA0okIeD4/s400/who-is-barack-obama%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269789227482130562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama won the election!!!!! I'm so happy no I'm not happy I'm excited on what he's going to do for the state. I'm very happy he won because he was talking about how he would make the world a better place then what it is today. He can full fill the dreams of a homeless citizen. He can feed the poor and cloth them with fine clothes and give them what the heart wants or needs. And although Obama is black he should be able to be treated just like the presidents before him and even after him. "Every man should be created equal" just as the Declaration Of Independence said. I could understand if the citizen of the United States may not give Obama a chance to change anything but we should give him a chance to be someone and not just our president. He should like a father, a brother, or even grandfather, or maybe just a friend but you can't tell no one that "oh you have to see him as a father or friend". But you can't change some people are very mean and don't have to respect anybody you really don't want to but you can if you wanted to. Obama will be a very good president he will take care of us just like he does for his children. Obama will make some bad changes but he will make good ones to. Some people may say the most disrespectful comments of the world but nothing will stop him unless some one kills him now that's a different story. But anyway I really don't think that's going to happen. Obama is a very confident with him self. If he can believe in all of us that we can do something for our self maybe the world wouldn't be so corrupted. Obama is not hear for just show he is hear to make great changes that we and his ancestors and even his wife and kids could be proud of. I just hope that I'm right about Barack Obama.......................I believe he is going to make changes but I just hope not bad ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued................................&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-6374022807856174120?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/6374022807856174120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=6374022807856174120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6374022807856174120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6374022807856174120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-barack-obama-wins.html' title='OMG Barack Obama Wins'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SSINYcFAqII/AAAAAAAAABM/d5kA0okIeD4/s72-c/who-is-barack-obama%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-6780054444775973315</id><published>2008-11-10T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:54:18.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>After he was done with the second star he started with the third one. I wasn't hurting anymore after the second star, I had been addicted to the pain already. He look kinda jittery. His hand was shaking like a riddle snakes tail. It looked like he was about to mess up my star design but I stopped him and said "are you OK"? He said "yes but I'm under so much stress"! OK I understand that but please don't take it out on me. I haven't did nothing to you but pay you for my tattoo and tell you what design I want and that's it. I understand that you are under a lot of stress but i can help you but you really need to finish my tattoo first OK. OK. OK. OK.........OK can we stop now. Less talkie more Dewey the tattoo OK. OK. Please lets not start this again just finish OK Robert. Yes Johanna I understand how u feel but u just don't know how I feel. I'm the most misunderstood human being in the whole wide world. No your not....... your a person that have a personality like no one else you are very special to me and many other people just like me and you. But anyway back to the story. OK he got over the point that no one liked him but me but to be honest it wasn't his fault. OK then after that he was done with the tattoo. It looked so nice but there was something missing.............and then i knew what it was that was missing. I told him to put his signature which was Robert A. Edwin the third.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-6780054444775973315?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/6780054444775973315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=6780054444775973315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6780054444775973315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6780054444775973315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-4643600987026305546</id><published>2008-10-27T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:50:56.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SROpS5Zm_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LMKNeUOKdwo/s1600-h/star-tattoo-11588605008352%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SROpS5Zm_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LMKNeUOKdwo/s400/star-tattoo-11588605008352%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265738531437215282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of questions were chasing though my head like a dog chasing a cat. I have wondered what it would be like to have tattoo and I thought to myself that if I would get it would be scary but exciting. That day I went to get the tattoo, the place that I went to was very weird the walls were red and looked like it had black shadows on it. It kinda made me realize that if you forget that its going to be painful and just relax you won't feel it as much. I walked up the stairs and saw a big black chair and the head of the chair was leaning back like if it was waiting for me. I was scared out of my butt like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odee&lt;/span&gt;! As he started wiping the alcohol on my side I thought for a second  I was going to die, but I didn't dare to move. I had a moment when I didn't hear anything-- it was silent.  My hands started to get numb, and my site started getting blurry. Then everything just turned black like if I had my eyes closed. He started.  I felt a sharp pain in my side like I had never felt before. It was very painful, but not as much as some people say. Then, after that, he started to make the star design.  It started with a little star which he was going to make yellow.  After he was done with that star, he started making another one, but it was a little bigger then the other.   It was looking nice so far, but I wondered if he would do the same colors-- but I was going to find out. He did the color green and when I told him to take a picture of it. He showed me the picture and it looked HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-4643600987026305546?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/4643600987026305546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=4643600987026305546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/4643600987026305546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/4643600987026305546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/10/bunch-of-questions-were-chasing-though.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SROpS5Zm_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LMKNeUOKdwo/s72-c/star-tattoo-11588605008352%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-6575904453864369476</id><published>2008-09-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:06:31.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SODQSaE-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK4219dbKmk/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SODQSaE-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK4219dbKmk/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251426180170439058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a baby my mom would hold my hand and my thumb would go all the way back. She would also play with my fingers and they would go all the way back where they would touch the back of my hand. That is so crazy! I don't know how many people can do that, but I am one of them. It's kinda nasty in a way, but cool at the same time. People might judge you and that's not right. People shouldn't judge other people for what they do or how they do it. A talent is very good to have. If you don't have a talent then you need to get one right away... like I mean now!!!!! Some people can get famous for their talent and some can't-- but thats how life is. Some people just don't see how wonderful it is to be good at something but that something is yours and no one else's. If you found your talent don't keep it to your self, share it.  If you share your talent with other people they see that side of you.  You shouldn't be scared to show your talent, I don't think that your family wouldn't want you to be scared of it I think that they would want you to be apart of it and be proud of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-6575904453864369476?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/6575904453864369476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=6575904453864369476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6575904453864369476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/6575904453864369476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weird-talent.html' title='My Weird Talent'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SODQSaE-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK4219dbKmk/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353343533526105749.post-2573978000757539946</id><published>2008-09-22T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:55:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dg3npxv_13cspvppfg' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353343533526105749-2573978000757539946?l=jpayne188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/feeds/2573978000757539946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353343533526105749&amp;postID=2573978000757539946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/2573978000757539946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353343533526105749/posts/default/2573978000757539946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpayne188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947790815542253795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cTJVNu6XeA/SYT-ga29_YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zlOdBbBVH9c/S220/Picture+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
