<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1793796860533190430</id><updated>2024-11-05T19:05:11.408-08:00</updated><category term="Alex 101"/><category term="Alex Appreciation"/><category term="l4d"/><category term="photodump"/><title type='text'>Alex and Helen&#39;s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for Alex and Helen, two dearly in love people. This blog will have posts from both sides. It&#39;ll have anything from relationship tips to what they ate yesterday to random photos they take of each other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-8691444830966712384</id><published>2011-04-02T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:49:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So the other day at work I was called by my first name for the first time by a customer.&amp;nbsp; It was odd to hear them say my name.&amp;nbsp; It sounded forign to me and I almost didn&#39;t reconize it.&amp;nbsp; I just realized that is is weird for me to hear my name when most people say it.&amp;nbsp; I wish I knew why.&amp;nbsp; One thing I do know is that I like it when Helen says my name it makes me feel special and loved. It is nice to feel needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So the other day Helen came over to my house before I went to work for the day.&amp;nbsp; I would say I was being used. :p&amp;nbsp; Being able to sleep all day and not have to deal with her mom.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;I know thats not the case.&amp;nbsp; Cuz when I came home for the day diner was waiting for me and some naughty clothing to match.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty darn good if you ask me.&amp;nbsp; I had chicken and veggies and potatos.&amp;nbsp; It was good. I also had some Koala Yummies with lots of milk.&amp;nbsp; I haven&#39;t had those in years.&amp;nbsp; I remember them well from when I was a child though.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&#39;t find them for years.&amp;nbsp; But I guess they sell them at the local asian market.&amp;nbsp; Just another reason to love Helen.&amp;nbsp; Oh and we got to watch some si-fi so it was a good way to end a day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Almost every night I wake up from bad dreams.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think they will ever end. I almost kinda look forward to them because they give me something to do.&amp;nbsp; But I think I might rest easier if I was with Helen every night. If not at least it might be a bit more tolerable.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/8691444830966712384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/04/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8691444830966712384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8691444830966712384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/04/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-2297409793035006802</id><published>2011-03-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:15:59.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, I recently won a sweepstake hosted by Acen&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Khaotic-Kouture/116931608352179&quot;&gt;Khaotic Kouture Fashion Show&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href=&quot;http://dreamlolitasweepstakes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt; LivingLolita&lt;/a&gt;! My prizes for winning include the following:&lt;br /&gt;
1) 2 FREE Acen 2011 FULL WEEKEND badges!&lt;br /&gt;
2) Design my own lolita outfit!&lt;br /&gt;
3) Once the lolita outfit I design is finished, I get to wear it and model it at Khaotic Kouture! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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So I made some sketches. Please give me suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Left to right: Sailor lolita, Classical lolita, and Kimono(?) lolita&lt;br /&gt;
Excuse the crap quality lol. Took it with my camera instead of scanning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So I made 3 simple sketches: sailor, classic, and kimono. Let me explain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sailor&lt;/b&gt;: I love nautical themed dresses, and I still don&#39;t own a full sailor outfit yet! I have a sailor hat, but that&#39;s about it. I would really love to have this made in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the embellishment on the bottom in &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classic&lt;/b&gt;: This is my top pick right now, since classic is my favorite style. However, the only thing I&#39;m really unsure about is I want it in yellow (white back ground, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; flowers in the foreground) to match &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7os5KnD_07WfQiks5B_7sg7XypE-VmJigsm2TRJL0yC-QSLT40tbNfuz-IP6ZjxQKaGqjcijVltOBt2_BW43ciwI-AbxbJ-ljcrCp5Va0DP9IZ1E3NWHkAmF6chnjRVWmUJYwLC5pCWA/s800/IMG_0434.JPG&quot;&gt;a pair of shoes I have&lt;/a&gt;. Nice fabric with yellow flowers on them has proven to be rather difficult to find though so I&#39;m unsure about this one :/&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kimono&lt;/b&gt;: I got the inspiration for this one based on &lt;a href=&quot;http://hellolace.net/wardrobe/metamorphose-temps-de-fille/type/jsk/item/44/&quot;&gt;meta&#39;s kimono print jsk&lt;/a&gt;. I call it kimono because I imagine it being made with kimono fabric, but besides the fact that it&#39;ll be made with kimono fabric, it won&#39;t have any other real similarities with wa-lolita (no big sleeves, no full-blown obi, etc) This one is actually what I think would be the best out of all of them and still look nice. This one has no color limitation, so long as the fabric is those colorful, fancy kimono fabrics, something like &lt;a href=&quot;http://i54.tinypic.com/j80f0o.jpg&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;http://i55.tinypic.com/2n9xfuw.jpg&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. This one would probably be the simplest to make. I&#39;m imagining something like&lt;a href=&quot;http://gaijincupcake.deviantart.com/art/Kimono-Dress-179069619&quot;&gt; this dress by GaijinCupcake on dA&lt;/a&gt;, only different fabric and a bit less sundress-shape looking. My top color choices for this would be &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kimono fabric with a &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; sash like &lt;a href=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/n62xp1.jpg&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one by &lt;a href=&quot;http://magpie.sarcasm-hime.net/outfits.html&quot;&gt;Magpie Creations&lt;/a&gt;. Th&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, I&#39;m sending this to the seamstress right now and I&#39;m gonna see what she says. We don&#39;t have a lot of time to make these come true, unfortunately, so I&#39;m leaning towards the kimono one the most right now as the fabrics will be a lot easier to find, and putting it together shouldn&#39;t be too difficult.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dear readers: what are your thoughts on these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/2297409793035006802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/suggestions.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2297409793035006802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2297409793035006802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1ilpidxFiqz8s2czPkQqmuoJVV_DuAsOjsqKmtXY5P0X3PU0jSRs0st4cjH2WuT5v44uYx0xi9Q4QTBhueBmkCAvYxIWV5jZ5ZJ7ky0els1oH2l4-g30M8zBNgs4bcFRgbHvsPNi3MBR/s72-c/032320111654.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-5225920673561214518</id><published>2011-03-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:12:13.299-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photodump"/><title type='text'>C2E2 photodump?</title><content type='html'>C2E2 photodump.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;your fridge is running!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tasty candies~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dunno but it looks cool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A really pretty Rikku :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Jedi and such&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Big poofy dress!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ghostbuster and Pirate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ice bat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDV6YwGBJg8BICuIfguPF7rdyi24lJjKH6HNe3phP1Cg337EYh6kiN51Qf7EBV9PRTKUmDItY4agu2DeGFTBkT5oRdiEai9M2VYpNVyqerpqr4gc3mliTt1aky8SfyPo9U06eHPxtAC9s/s1600/031920111558.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDV6YwGBJg8BICuIfguPF7rdyi24lJjKH6HNe3phP1Cg337EYh6kiN51Qf7EBV9PRTKUmDItY4agu2DeGFTBkT5oRdiEai9M2VYpNVyqerpqr4gc3mliTt1aky8SfyPo9U06eHPxtAC9s/s320/031920111558.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gotham&#39;s Finest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCxL1-w_ZfEwf3bVTk7op1MMBBkiEU4MYhulFWe_pMXz2UQxrJPgmA32Kj0ptPlgX_8pQZfKQJJJtEJykqTcG_GCL97N7qSxWEUHql62HpXYeKwe_14G22b-7vgKGt4_iS5anKhKI7zc/s1600/031920111561.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCxL1-w_ZfEwf3bVTk7op1MMBBkiEU4MYhulFWe_pMXz2UQxrJPgmA32Kj0ptPlgX_8pQZfKQJJJtEJykqTcG_GCL97N7qSxWEUHql62HpXYeKwe_14G22b-7vgKGt4_iS5anKhKI7zc/s320/031920111561.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;An older version of Flash, I think?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAcTYGfsTVH74sAnRG373dFEJtIfbZ_GWoORM75bBnwGUipZAQeYIFdp1Cb1be9QZPs7UdDQLoXsCSnhXEBvZRSxG8gdQoXpBNn5W2w_4zSgeA29zua9DiYf4NHSsSoVO2P_EaagFcpg/s1600/031920111565.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAcTYGfsTVH74sAnRG373dFEJtIfbZ_GWoORM75bBnwGUipZAQeYIFdp1Cb1be9QZPs7UdDQLoXsCSnhXEBvZRSxG8gdQoXpBNn5W2w_4zSgeA29zua9DiYf4NHSsSoVO2P_EaagFcpg/s320/031920111565.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Vegan Police! These guys were my personal favorites lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Scary Scarecrow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A really BA Mini-Deadpool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRZKeugwyuIPGbBwDfANjvDk_aUT0hesuNpmvaoEWNfXDuUsXHNTsM5f3pd8wIYs0ujNiD6HNRsHvxuCe0bJI7RthROuYerXx43oWngvb8m3xXsjbf8jfIQnKsalICPO4EhAgh03pKIE/s1600/031920111569.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRZKeugwyuIPGbBwDfANjvDk_aUT0hesuNpmvaoEWNfXDuUsXHNTsM5f3pd8wIYs0ujNiD6HNRsHvxuCe0bJI7RthROuYerXx43oWngvb8m3xXsjbf8jfIQnKsalICPO4EhAgh03pKIE/s320/031920111569.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Awesome Ren-folks &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qCV-9BX6idjCGrhxX8_4GBuNe2LxbUtBKgDRFvXLp00oypqJMpL4qMLYJqSqM4JKQDqkMdBGQbx8_FoBovRcYQ0wrS77xi7wXKB_wxifwFVfJKIvLtHf9ZXL36Khuyfxl91BPj7qAjc/s1600/031920111570.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qCV-9BX6idjCGrhxX8_4GBuNe2LxbUtBKgDRFvXLp00oypqJMpL4qMLYJqSqM4JKQDqkMdBGQbx8_FoBovRcYQ0wrS77xi7wXKB_wxifwFVfJKIvLtHf9ZXL36Khuyfxl91BPj7qAjc/s320/031920111570.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Another awesome Ren-person&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnibHURNMdCMuAIS2wp0rowZL1bte8Cmqn3GyBQ0GXX9kxaQtQnP5dl2Al3A4N1BWK1-p-VXkeV4cmCsI8Isz3YQ77YjzLH_G1l5rOnuACvrHCuTkUiVsamIEAuattDQRfmogedxoj-XQ/s1600/031920111575.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnibHURNMdCMuAIS2wp0rowZL1bte8Cmqn3GyBQ0GXX9kxaQtQnP5dl2Al3A4N1BWK1-p-VXkeV4cmCsI8Isz3YQ77YjzLH_G1l5rOnuACvrHCuTkUiVsamIEAuattDQRfmogedxoj-XQ/s320/031920111575.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mario ready to kick some ass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8oR8mXvUWjkF8dTIE0-qTGX8mNkGUcqhB0pfl49iRaPSvTD9Mtdi5cUi7SLTabZ9KM4ya_YYpCLdIwc3U2uS4EGK5SmhxYk79HNt8yLuvTxr7R5gRxMQXISxqamS92zgjpnW2ClSVkw/s1600/031920111576.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8oR8mXvUWjkF8dTIE0-qTGX8mNkGUcqhB0pfl49iRaPSvTD9Mtdi5cUi7SLTabZ9KM4ya_YYpCLdIwc3U2uS4EGK5SmhxYk79HNt8yLuvTxr7R5gRxMQXISxqamS92zgjpnW2ClSVkw/s320/031920111576.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;More awesome Ren-folk!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xvYmedHRzuOCGgyUekac7mH3_BO1kEbN88d7r0aM942M_P7porMbScssaPQa3JCG6rJnxk5NXGHo0Fv7YzJqznJfovaT1rsYs5sjd5pniUlMHskkP3gUIO4mn27XKhbHG9X6q629OnY/s1600/031920111577.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xvYmedHRzuOCGgyUekac7mH3_BO1kEbN88d7r0aM942M_P7porMbScssaPQa3JCG6rJnxk5NXGHo0Fv7YzJqznJfovaT1rsYs5sjd5pniUlMHskkP3gUIO4mn27XKhbHG9X6q629OnY/s320/031920111577.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mr. Doom hard at work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kmJiPPBLes2jyUhAoEyONcq8YDNwNW1jo-ddDppfG4IzAfocFU4auu_V4aUsvWxF5Ot7qFnPhvSwsQBe-Ar_1QmC3otOsiXV2ssvcyNt5bOcUpP4P1hnTx3EI950Bq1H_nIkzyvB3c4/s1600/031920111573.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kmJiPPBLes2jyUhAoEyONcq8YDNwNW1jo-ddDppfG4IzAfocFU4auu_V4aUsvWxF5Ot7qFnPhvSwsQBe-Ar_1QmC3otOsiXV2ssvcyNt5bOcUpP4P1hnTx3EI950Bq1H_nIkzyvB3c4/s320/031920111573.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Not sure, lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cinderella~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Zoey and Hunter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Harlequinn and Joker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gotham&#39;s Badasses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs the Hunter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;THE DEFENDOOOOOR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I found Waldo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s a Star Wars character, right?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dr. Mahrioooh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have no idea, can anyone tell me?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Awesome Jack Sparrow!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Female Whiplash who asked me for a hug :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Silk Specter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;District 9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A very in-character Napolean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/5225920673561214518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/c2e2-photodump.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5225920673561214518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5225920673561214518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/c2e2-photodump.html' title='C2E2 photodump?'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RhQMbUXix60hdU2IIZTDMU9F7fpHLgvaNg9nDcZtDykwjD8OZmrC1KDKORbuEVg5xv7SNokNTlVLYj9z8p-A5sqLwG_Zz4bWYsOzHcoT99Ba6x5Zlynl5cnlKLZhrKD-FJlIR9s-MsQ/s72-c/031920111536.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-1881694594207948678</id><published>2011-03-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:30:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris approved of this post and that&#39;s the only reason why it exists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/&quot;&gt;Fact: there&#39;s site full of Chuck Norris facts and they are all, in fact, facts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Chuck Norris played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird. &lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck Norris ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a ton more that I like, but I&#39;m gonna&amp;nbsp;withhold&amp;nbsp;giving them all out at once. No one can take that many Chuck Norris facts at once. They&#39;d be all Chuck&#39;d out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How do you like my angry!Knives face?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m going to C2E2 this Saturday with people from my school! I&#39;m so excited, it&#39;ll be my first comic convention! As you can see I&#39;ll be cosplaying as Movie!Knives Chau from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Scott-Pilgrim-Two-Disc-Blu-ray-Digital/dp/B0043GAZYS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=aleandhelsblo-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. the World&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I still need to get some black pants and black flats, and I&#39;m waiting for the scarves I ordered to come in so I&#39;ll have her scarf too. I still need 2 sword props, I think I have 1 already, and if I can&#39;t borrow a matching one form someone else I might borrow a pair of Sais from Alex. I might make the wig just a weeeeee bit shorter still since Knives&#39; hair was pretty short, but then I don&#39;t want to ruin it and make it too short either. Decisions decisions :C&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear readers: anyone going to C2E2? What will you be dressing up as?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/1881694594207948678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/chuck-norris-approved-of-this-post-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/1881694594207948678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/1881694594207948678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/chuck-norris-approved-of-this-post-and.html' title='Chuck Norris approved of this post and that&#39;s the only reason why it exists.'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JeF2k3y85enuP1K3ljj8x6a-av9kbPc4xvhTj1qXsneDa2bnrGLGigeI1lP6uNZjGvxquy8tKTKZq9piEQyE75nCmSx3sNZoGbqi6ywlYX1dsm3udxQ-te4oMQyI-lHyeM15P1_79cU/s72-c/031520111527.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-7235200867186836965</id><published>2011-03-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:13:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon our dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Damn I&#39;ve neglected this blog for a long time, lol. Alex and I have been pretty busy with school/work so we haven&#39;t written much lately.&lt;br /&gt;
Some recent updates:&lt;br /&gt;
Alex and I got into a really down period a few weeks/months back where I wanted to end the relationship. I&#39;m not sure why I was so down, but I think a lot of it had to do with school. I&#39;m still struggling a lot with school and sometimes I get really scared, and the fact that my mom puts a lot of pressure/expectation on me doesn&#39;t help. She kept telling me I need to focus on school, and one of the ways to focus more on school is to cut ties with Alex. It was tough trying to juggle Alex, school, and pressure from my mom all at the same time, so it was really getting to me and I took it out on Alex. I began to get really annoyed with everything and I just wanted to withdraw from our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
Alex wouldn&#39;t let that happen though. And I&#39;m really glad he didn&#39;t because our relationship now is better than ever. I&#39;m not sure exactly what it was that we did, but I just know that I&#39;m glad I didn&#39;t go through with the break up and I know now more than ever that Alex loves me. He&#39;s patient where I fall short and I&#39;m extremely glad for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week was my Spring Break! My mom and I took a trip to California. We stayed with a family friend in Laguna Niguel, which was a really nice place. California was almost like going to another country for me. A lot of the houses/buildings are Spanish styled, and due to the high amount of Mexican population there, a lot of the stuff there were in Spanish as well. It was an eye-opening experience for me. California is so&amp;nbsp;mountainous&amp;nbsp;too, it&#39;s a nice change of&amp;nbsp;scenery&amp;nbsp;from Illinois&#39; boring plains.&lt;br /&gt;
Random thought: I love riding on airplanes! I especially love flying at night. All the lights on the ground look like scattered jewels or stars. I want to collect them all together and throw them into the sky and see where they&#39;ll fall on the ground. It&#39;s cool to see all the car lights moving at night too. They look like blood cells moving.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This pic was taken in my backyard, not Cali, but I thought I&#39;d share!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Will post pics of Cali in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear readers: share with me a random photo you took recently!&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/7235200867186836965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/pardon-our-dust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/7235200867186836965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/7235200867186836965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/03/pardon-our-dust.html' title='Pardon our dust'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61ncCqxXZWq11KB9_ufp1ThyphenhyphenFyg_eis_UYAPFAX9tJY7_1RjdcB6w2RgfnF7GWsnQ72gI3CTlBotNa9iavciVxnsX2VaYxRhXkWFxx294BxDln6MSNvhGBfvEKlBs3x_kMx8NIHWd4OQ/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-6295652688896097638</id><published>2011-01-24T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:07:39.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaves</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day.&amp;nbsp; And I do think often when my hands are idle.&amp;nbsp; That we are all slaves.&amp;nbsp;Some people are slaves of the mind, others slaves of the flesh.&amp;nbsp; We are slaves to debt and consumption.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
So many people need to have more and more and more.&amp;nbsp; We buy&amp;nbsp;stuff and our lives become filled with stuff.&amp;nbsp; People have even be reduced to this role with social media, people collect &quot;friends&quot; like they are objects too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask the question.&amp;nbsp; If you love and are loved, if you are happy, why would you look for anything more?&amp;nbsp; Would that not be enough?&lt;br /&gt;
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Things will not make you happy, they really wont.&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t mean they wont make life a bit easier its just that if you are not happy now things won&#39;t make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a man of ambition.&amp;nbsp; I want an education and a good job and to go places in life. But I do not do it to better secure the things in my life.&amp;nbsp; I want, because I want to better secure the people in my life.&amp;nbsp; With out loved ones we really have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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My goal in life is love and respect. I am afraid that for many people that is not enough.&amp;nbsp; It is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am lucky to love and be loved and I am&amp;nbsp;thankful&amp;nbsp;to have it for however long I do.&amp;nbsp; If I am lucky til the end of time.&amp;nbsp; To my darling Helen, may I only be a slave to your heart and nothing else.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/6295652688896097638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/slaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6295652688896097638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6295652688896097638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/slaves.html' title='Slaves'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-5931817873489531352</id><published>2011-01-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:58:14.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Helen So Much!</title><content type='html'>The ideal girl friend is a myth, just like the ideal boy friend. &amp;nbsp;I mean what guy wouldn&#39;t want a supermodel, millionare, freak. &amp;nbsp;But as great as it might sound it wouldn&#39;t be. &amp;nbsp;After reading Helen&#39;s post I would like to agree with it for the most part. :) &quot;Go, go, ego boost!&quot; &amp;nbsp;But Even if I do those thing I don&#39;t do them perfectly. &amp;nbsp;I just try my best. &amp;nbsp; Thats all you can do is give everything that you have and let&amp;nbsp;the lord of hosts decide.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many reasons that I love Helen. &amp;nbsp;Its not just the fact that she is hot and asian, sometimes I think that she thinks thats the reason. But I am here to set the record straight. &amp;nbsp;One reason that I love Helen so much is her sweetness. When she tells me how good I look or how I make her so happy I just melt. And on top of that when she is sweet is always surprises me. &amp;nbsp;And I don&#39;t mean that in a bad way like it never happens or anything, it is a good kind if surprise. &amp;nbsp;On top of that Helen has some fight in her and can give me a hard time which just offers even more contrast to her sweetness and makes it sweeter. &amp;nbsp;OMG I just realized how white I am. :p &amp;nbsp;I like sweet and sour. AHHHHHH I will never hear the end of it now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also love how dorky Helen can be. &amp;nbsp;We can trade manga, maybe some hentai, or play mmorpgs and it just feels natural. &amp;nbsp;Just the other night she was telling me about a new manga she was reading and I could just see her face light up and the excitement in her voice. &amp;nbsp;I rely on Helen for many things in this department. &amp;nbsp;When ever there is a new manga or game coming out she sends me a link or makes me try playing it. &amp;nbsp;I think she knows me pretty well because most of the stuff she picks or thinks that I might like, I end up liking. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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One weird thing about me is that I am a very hard worker and stick to plans that I make but when it come to little every day things I let them slide. &amp;nbsp;I guess If I don&#39;t see the end goal or I am not sure what I want to do with something then I kinda just stare at it. &amp;nbsp;Helen makes me think about things and where I want to go in the future. &amp;nbsp;Helen has a goal and is working twards it and that is very attractive. &amp;nbsp;It gives me something to aspire towards and makes me want to be a better person. Or at the very least to not be a dead beat and have her leave me for someone better. :p&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing that I love about Helen is the fact that she takes care of her self the best she can. &amp;nbsp;One of my friends, who is married, once told me a story. &amp;nbsp;His wife and him were talking about some mater or another and were fighting and he ended up telling his wife, &quot;If you don&#39;t care and respect yourself then how can you expect others to do the same.&quot; &amp;nbsp;We are both still young and have a lot do learn but I think Helen does her best and makes smart choices because of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the most important reason that I love Helen is because she is more forgetful then I am. :P &amp;nbsp;Like all the time she will forget our aniversary &amp;nbsp;or other things along those lines so I can never get in trouble for anything except not reminding her lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really do love Helen so much but we still have a lot to work on.&amp;nbsp; I can be very dificult to understand and my world views are next to impossible to understand.&amp;nbsp; Some times she thinks that I am a downer. And maybe I am. But I don&#39;t mean to be.&amp;nbsp;I am a very hapy person&amp;nbsp;but sometimes I think it is misunderstood.&amp;nbsp;I just don&#39;t see many things as bad or negative. I also don&#39;t get very angry or upset most of the time just because whats the point.&amp;nbsp;Its just a thats how life is sorta thing.&amp;nbsp; Another thing is that I can be &quot;untrustworthy&quot; I am good to my word.&amp;nbsp; If I say something I do it.&amp;nbsp; Its just that I don&#39;t trust others.&amp;nbsp; But I do trust others only to do what is in their nature to do thats all.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t trust anyone do do anything that I tell them to do just to do what is in their nature.&amp;nbsp; If I don&#39;t trust other people its just because I don&#39;t want anything to happen to Helen.&amp;nbsp; I never tell her what to do or who to do it with I just like to know and want her to be safe. &amp;nbsp;I never want her to have to find out how dangerous and cold the world can really be. &amp;nbsp;That doesn&#39;t mean that there isn&#39;t good and love in the world. It just means that there a a lot of bad people out there and we mush be mindful of everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always have much to think on and these posts are for Helen as much as anyone else.&amp;nbsp; They help her know what I am thinking and feeling.&amp;nbsp; But the most important thing is that I love her and as I say again I am not perfect no mater how hard I try.&amp;nbsp; She just has to help me along the way to be perfect for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me anything and I will listen.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/5931817873489531352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-love-helen-so-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5931817873489531352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5931817873489531352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-love-helen-so-much.html' title='Why I Love Helen So Much!'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-2773891068638194334</id><published>2011-01-04T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:49:47.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone has that ideal perfect lover that they use as a &quot;criteria&quot; or check-off list for picking a partner. I&#39;m no different, so in this thread I&#39;ll share what my ideals were, and how Alex comes into play. Keep in mind though that my &quot;ideals&quot; are not only aesthetics that I find pleasing, but a lot of it is shaped by my environment aka my mother, so she gets mentioned a lot, lol. &lt;br /&gt;
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First, my ideal lover is&lt;b&gt; a man who&#39;s taller than me&lt;/b&gt;. To me, height was rather important because I feel like I want a man who can &quot;protect me&quot; and such, you know? Plus my mom has always said that shorter men have shorter tempers (not that it&#39;s necessarily true, but she&#39;s adamant about it). In general though, shorter men have a disadvantage in our society. I remember one study showed that shorter men get paid less than taller men, unfortunately. There&#39;s no real reason or rhyme behind why I like taller men, maybe I&#39;m brainwashed? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, my ideal lover has&lt;b&gt; no specific race&lt;/b&gt;. Like, when I imagined myself with a lover, I don&#39;t really imagine his skin or race. I&#39;ve never been really particular about it. My mom&#39;s very outspoken about this though. She has told me numerous times that I may not date anyone who&#39;s Japanese, Korean, Black, Indian, or anything in between. That really only leaves me with Caucasians and Chinese men, lol.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve asked my mom why I can&#39;t date people of those races, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Koreans, she says it&#39;s cuz they&#39;re still too sexist towards the women, and that Korean women are very exclusive, and that they don&#39;t let women of other races mingle with them very easily. &lt;b&gt;She doesn&#39;t like Koreans in general.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;For the Japanese, she basically said she hates them for attacking Taiwan, so &lt;b&gt;she just doesn&#39;t like them&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;For Indians, she said our cultures are too different or something (and other stereotypes like they smell like curry), &lt;b&gt;and she doesn&#39;t like them.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;For Blacks, it&#39;s cuz, well, they&#39;re black and has way too many negative stereotypes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;Yup, my mom&#39;s pretty much a closet racist (Sorry if any of the above stereotypes offended anyone!). So even though I have no special preference, I&#39;ve been pretty much brought up to only keep an eye out for white men and Asian men. When I picked Alex, she didn&#39;t really have much to bitch about, lol. (She still does ocasionally like to whine about how our cultures don&#39;t mix though. At this point&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m pretty much like &quot;Lol ok mom.&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;
I think lately I like to lean towards white men more than Asian men. I&#39;m afraid I&#39;m becoming more and more white-washed! But really, I&#39;m starting to notice less and less difference between each individual Asian men, it&#39;s kinda weird. I blame it on my private Catholic university, where I&#39;ve only seen like 1 Asian guy in the beginning of the semester, lol. But I&#39;m noticing that white men tend to have so many more characteristics that set them aside from other white men (ie eye color, hair color, nose/cheekbones, body types, etc). Asian men just don&#39;t have as many markers that sets them aside from other Asian men. I hope it&#39;s not cuz I&#39;m becoming more ignorant or something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Third, my ideal &lt;b&gt;lover is Christian&lt;/b&gt;, or at least isn&#39;t completely against Christianity. That was back when I still cared a lot about religion though. Now I&#39;m not really a practicing Christian anymore, as it is evident in a lot of my posts. However, I still agree with a lot of Christian morals and ideals, as evident in some of my other posts. I&#39;m really glad Alex is on the same page as me regarding religion: it&#39;s not a breaking point for either one of us. Plus Alex does go to church when I ask him to, so I&#39;m thankful for that. My mom often likes to say that Alex &quot;de-Christianed&quot; me, haha. (To be perfectly clear, I de-Christianed myself)&lt;br /&gt;
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The next thing on the list is just that &lt;b&gt;my lover has to be funny.&lt;/b&gt; Alex is on the same wavelength as me when it comes to what we find funny, which is great. We once read a Yahoo dating tip that says &quot;&lt;b&gt;If you and your lover can&#39;t laugh together, you might as well not be dating.&quot;&lt;/b&gt; So I&#39;m really glad Alex and I can laugh about the same things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also want a &lt;b&gt;clever lover&lt;/b&gt;. He doesn&#39;t necessarily have to be book smart, but he has to have at least common sense, and know how to use his knowledge to his advantage. He has to be able to give comebacks that are not only witty, but not too harsh either. I think Alex is perfect in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;
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My lover &lt;b&gt;needs to be conversational&lt;/b&gt; too. I&#39;m not talking about overly-chatty, but someone who knows what to say and when to say it, and knows when to listen too. Alex is pretty good about this. Sometimes I get bored of his martial arts rants though XP but I listen anyway because I know it&#39;s a trade-off for when he has to listen to me rant about things he doesn&#39;t care about, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are also lots of things that dating Alex has taught me about the kind of men I like. For example, we went shopping today because he had a JCP gift card with lots of money on it, and he has decided to spend it all on me (it was about $60, which is a lot for us) While picking out some clothes I was like &quot;Why aren&#39;t you more enthusiastic about it?&quot; and he told me that it&#39;s shopping for clothes that looks better on the floor anyway, so he doesn&#39;t care. But what he does care about is spending time with me, and that&#39;s why he took me to the mall. He cares about me so much, and that&#39;s a quality I really value.(Ps he wasn&#39;t completely unenthusiastic about shopping, because it was his idea to begin with. I just imagined that he would be more enthusiastic about it.)&lt;br /&gt;
Alex also taught me that being open and expressive about wants and needs is a rather attractive thing too. I love being able to talk to him about what I want and don&#39;t want, or what I like and don&#39;t like. It&#39;s a sign of trust, and trust is a very attractive thing :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/2773891068638194334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-ideal-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2773891068638194334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2773891068638194334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-ideal-boyfriend.html' title='My Ideal Boyfriend'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-3824485884834181437</id><published>2010-12-21T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:30:46.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Time!</title><content type='html'>It is December and we had our first bit of snow the other day. &amp;nbsp;More is expected to come and I am so pumped. &amp;nbsp;Sledding is my favorite activity where we live. &amp;nbsp;Our first day of dating was actually a sledding day. &amp;nbsp;I gave Helen my snow pants and I pushed her around for an hour or two. &amp;nbsp;I was soaking wet and cold when we were done but it was a ton of fun. &amp;nbsp;Last winter we went sledding too. &amp;nbsp;I hope this winter will be the same. &amp;nbsp;For those of you that drink thought you can enhance the expirence quite a bit. &amp;nbsp;Back in high school drunkin sledding was the best part of winter. All you need is a hill or slope, preferably at night out of view of the cops, a sledd, and Jagermiester. &amp;nbsp;Friend make it even better, not because they are friends but because you need a DD, but they don&#39;t need to know that. :p&lt;br /&gt;
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-Alex</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/3824485884834181437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/3824485884834181437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/3824485884834181437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-time.html' title='Winter Time!'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-6158443471848839700</id><published>2010-11-29T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:46:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today in my Philosophy class we discussed the meaning of life, brought up by me. All of us have probably thought about it at some point in our life, maybe we&#39;re still pondering now. But I thought &quot;Why not bring it up in my philosophy class?&quot; since I&#39;ve never had a philosophy class before, and I knew it&#39;d be fun to discuss it with my professor, Allen Costell. He&#39;s one hell of a guy. It was kind of scary to really think about it though. Most people don&#39;t bring up meaning of life as a discussion because it&#39;s kind of an unwritten rule that it&#39;s sort of something you figure out on your own. Also, what if you don&#39;t like the conclusion to your meaning of life? What if it&#39;s all pointless? It&#39;s a really depressing thought. &lt;br /&gt;
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For our discussion, we brought up ideas that people have about the meaning of life. What is it? Most people brought up &quot;pursuit of happiness&quot;, &quot;work/live&quot;, &quot;social/relationships/love&quot;. I brought up &quot;preparation for the afterlife&quot;. (You can tell I&#39;m really proud of myself for bring up these &quot;edgy&quot; things, right? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;
Throughout our discussion, I&#39;ve noticed that there&#39;s really 2 meanings of life that our class seems to have focused on: pursuit of happiness, and preparation for afterlife. It seems we all agreed that so long as we&#39;re alive, we should be happy while doing so. But Costell pointed no matter how happy we are in this life, if we&#39;re all going to die and cease to exist, none of the happiness seems to really matter. That&#39;s how I see a lot of things sometimes, and why sometimes I avoid parties. Because no matter how great time I had at the party, the fact that it&#39;ll always end really depresses me. Now I either don&#39;t go to parties, or I try to stay low at the party. There are of course exceptions to this, especially depending on the people I&#39;m with, but I&#39;m sort of a glass-half-empty person. Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;
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Costell then told us that because the thought that everything ceases after death is rather depressing, the preparation for afterlife has a great amount of appeal to people, and seems to make sense. Preparing for the afterlife makes this life seem more bearable, and more worthwhile. We then kinda got into discussion about what kind of afterlife to believe in: the Western afterlife (based loosely on Christianity, heaven/hell, etc) or the Easter afterlife (based loosely on Hinduism, Nirvana, reincarnation,etc). Most of my class argued more from the point that there&#39;s no afterlife, but you can still live happy lives, knowing that it&#39;ll end. Carpe diem, basically. I pointed out that you can live both happy lives, at the same time prepping for the afterlife. For example, Christians are promised a fulfilling life that would pave their way to an even better afterlife, and I think that struck a chord with some of my classmates that might not have thought of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I thought was really interesting though, was discussing &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascal%27s_Wager&quot;&gt;Pascal&#39;s Wager&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, a philosopher named Pascal made a case for believing in God. Basically, there&#39;s 4 outcomes for whether or not you believe in Him, and whether or not He exists:&lt;br /&gt;
1) You believed in God and He exists: heaven for you! Eternal youth, riches, gates and roads paved with gold!&lt;br /&gt;
2) You didn&#39;t believe in God, and He exists: fire and brimstone for you! Eternal torture!&lt;br /&gt;
3) You believed in God, and He doesn&#39;t exist: Nothing. You cease to exist. There&#39;s no afterlife. There&#39;s no more &quot;you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
4)You didn&#39;t believe in God, and He doesn&#39;t exist: Nothing. You cease to exist. There&#39;s no afterlife. There&#39;s no more &quot;you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Given these 4 outcomes, it only makes sense to believe God, because if He does exist, you have everything to gain. It&#39;s like preparing for the worst case scenario. &lt;br /&gt;
It makes sense to me, and I actually do this without knowing what it was called to begin with. But Costell pointed out that there are flaws to this argument as well. Firstly, who says it&#39;s gotta be God? It could be Zeus, for all we know (at which point we began joking about how Thor would smite us for believing in the wrong god, lol). Another point was that if you believed in God and lived in the Christian lifestyle that&#39;s actually outlined in the Bible--which is actually pretty harsh and tough, btw--but God doesn&#39;t exist, then you&#39;ve wasted all your life pursuing an end that does not exist. I pointed out though that if that was the case, since you cease to exist anyway, you wouldn&#39;t know that you wasted your life. Costell agreed and joked &quot;But that&#39;s such a cosmic injustice!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m really glad I brought up this discussion in my class. We actually had a really meaningful discussion, and it actually reaffirmed my belief in Pascal&#39;s Wage (that I should believe in God because I have everything to gain if He does exist. Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m a &quot;good&quot; Christian by any means, just that I should continue to try.) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, my dear readers: what do you think is the meaning of life? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/6158443471848839700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaning-of-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6158443471848839700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6158443471848839700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaning-of-life.html' title='The meaning of life'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-5588281747698543935</id><published>2010-11-18T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:35:42.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately, I feel kinda numb. I&#39;m gonna be honest: I think it was set off when Google AdSense decided to deactivate my account for &quot;invalid click activity&quot;. When I tried to appeal it, they just brushed me off and said that they have to protect their investors&#39; interest, and saying anymore about the subject would leak trade secrets, or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;
So we basically got screwed out of $80. And I can&#39;t apply for Google AdSense again. Ever. It really fucking sucks because after browsing the internet for a bit, I&#39;ve found Google AdSense to be the best monetizing program. I mean, it&#39;s built into Blogger, FFS. &lt;br /&gt;
Alex has volunteered to create an AdSense account under his name, so I might look into that. At first I thought we&#39;d have to switch blogs too, but maybe we won&#39;t, since it seems as if I can sign into different AdSense, so hopefully that&#39;ll work out. (Basically, this blog is made under my email account, and my AdSense account was associated with my email account, so I thought my AdSense and Blog had to be from the same Google account, but I&#39;ve realized that it doesn&#39;t have to be the same, so yay!)&lt;br /&gt;
Besides that, I&#39;ve just been kinda bummed out, for absolutely no reason. At least, I can&#39;t really think of one. Maybe this Winter Blues thing is getting to me already.&lt;br /&gt;
School&#39;s been kind of a drag, but at least I&#39;m getting by. My school has this really awesome club called &quot;Justice League of USF&quot;, which is just a fancier name for &quot;Comic book club&quot;. I&#39;m going tonight to enjoy free pizzas and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies (they&#39;re playing 2 of them in 1 night!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/2udzsjl.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;185&quot; src=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/2udzsjl.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hopefully it&#39;s good? I&#39;ve never been a big TMNT fan, but hopefully I&#39;ll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;
Saturday I&#39;m dressing in lolita to my school! My school&#39;s having open campus this Saturday for high school students. I&#39;ll be there in lolita to promote the Comic Book club :] I&#39;ll post pics sometime, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;d be really awesome if one of the high schoolers is interested in lolita, or a lolita herself!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/5588281747698543935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/numb.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5588281747698543935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5588281747698543935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i52.tinypic.com/2udzsjl_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-8777771495035562021</id><published>2010-11-10T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:49:47.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s side &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O man, it&#39;s been a while since Alex or I made any updates. Sorry about that :c Ever since Alex got his new laptop and I bought Left 4 Dead 2 for him, we&#39;ve been playing it every chance we get, lol. Btw, did you guys notice that Left 4 Dead 2 was on sale for only $10 on Halloween?! I bought it for my friend Katherine too so she can play it with us :D I&#39;ve also been really caught up with some projects. I finished 2 for this week, so I&#39;ve been busy the previous week trying to finish it. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I guess this post will be mostly about Left 4 Dead 2, lol. O btw if you have Steam and play Left 4 Dead 2 as well, I&#39;d love to add you! My steam is elenoaaonele :] I&#39;ve only recently gotten more comfortable with the campaigns, and I&#39;m looking to explore the other game modes such as Survival and Realism and Mutations soon. I&#39;m getting a little bored of campaigns D: I dl&#39;d some fan-made campaigns recently though. They look like fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I should write a blog post about Left 4 Dead 2 sometime, and why I like it so much, haha. But for right now, I need some zzz&#39;s, and zombies :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/8777771495035562021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/overdue-update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8777771495035562021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8777771495035562021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/overdue-update.html' title='overdue update'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-3834091192952206100</id><published>2010-11-06T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:38:26.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute with Chris: Chris recites T-PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rTK0kFXJjd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rTK0kFXJjd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not much to write, but this video always makes me laugh lol.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t usually like to watch Youtube Videos, but this guy&#39;s cynicism and sarcastic ways of putting everything makes me laugh SO hard.&lt;br /&gt;
Here&#39;s another one: &lt;br /&gt;
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This is not a which one is better post.&amp;nbsp; We all know that the mac system is better just not as well supported by gamers and what not. But in recent years that is changing as the Mac OS grows in popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been a Mac person all my life.&amp;nbsp; My dad bought a power mac back in the 90&#39;s and that was the first computer I used.&amp;nbsp; Then in high school I started using the Mac Pro with its huge tower and awesome power.&amp;nbsp; When I started college I got my first laptop: a Mac Book.&amp;nbsp; That laptop lasted 4 years.&amp;nbsp; A few months ago my Mac broke.&amp;nbsp; I needed a new laptop and I couldn&#39;t afford the very expensive Macs so I was stuck with a PC.&amp;nbsp; Now I own a new Samsung with windows 7.&amp;nbsp; It takes a bit of getting used to.&amp;nbsp; It helps that Windows started to copy Mac so some of the stuff is similar but I still got to learn all over again.&amp;nbsp; I kinda like it though.&amp;nbsp; It is like an adventure.&amp;nbsp; What does this menu do?&amp;nbsp; What happens when I do that?&amp;nbsp; How long until my comp crashes for no reason?&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get me wrong I do like the look and feel of my new computer and Windows 7 really isn&#39;t that bad, it just takes some getting used to.&amp;nbsp; Like the other day I was playing L4D2 and I didn&#39;t know how to flip through windows and had to ask Helen. It did kinda hurt though, having to ask how to work my own computer. I am sure Helen enjoyed that to no end. :) &lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(Helen: I&#39;m not that much of a sadist :P)&lt;/span&gt; I have so many little things to learn and it is hard to clean up your computer and hard drive.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t seem to find everything that I want and I just get the feeling that things are just floating around somewhere on my computer and I have only had it for a week. :p&lt;br /&gt;
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Starting fresh has its advantages. But at the same time it is nice to stick with what you know.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/4903135033751305056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/mac-vs-pc.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/4903135033751305056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/4903135033751305056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/mac-vs-pc.html' title='Mac vs Pc'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-57882696040137474</id><published>2010-11-02T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:43:31.269-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="l4d"/><title type='text'>5 things Helen Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://i51.tinypic.com/v4cs5t.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;LOOKIT HOW HAPPY WE ARE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i51.tinypic.com/v4cs5t.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Alex. Hurrr that was a great mystery wasn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://i54.tinypic.com/seym9j.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;yummy and nutritious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i54.tinypic.com/seym9j.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;2) Food. It&#39;s just so essential to our survival, as well as being so pleasurable! Though sometimes I feel deceived by food...D:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://i55.tinypic.com/axxlbl.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cool grafiti&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i55.tinypic.com/axxlbl.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;3) Freedom. I dunno about you guys, but I&#39;m really glad I don&#39;t live in like the Middle East where my religious beliefs could get me stoned. I&#39;m glad to be in the USA where I can be my own woman. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/2vimi2o.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;216&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;greatest movie so far. Evar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/2vimi2o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;4) Good movies. Srsly. What else could entertain me and keep me occupied?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://i51.tinypic.com/16117xc.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;:D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i51.tinypic.com/16117xc.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;5) Left 4 Dead series: OMG DON&#39;T EVEN GET ME STARTED &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/57882696040137474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-things-helen-loves.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/57882696040137474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/57882696040137474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-things-helen-loves.html' title='5 things Helen Loves'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i51.tinypic.com/v4cs5t_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-6270061929117216116</id><published>2010-10-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:06:59.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Helen and Alex, together!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: So I&#39;ve always thought that Alex and I have pretty funny conversations. Here are some that we could think of. These conversations have, more or less, actually occurred in real life :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;*Helen and Alex are eating lunch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Helen: Ew, I hate mac&amp;amp;cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;*Alex stares in disbelief*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Alex: That&#39;s so...red (communistic) of you. You know what, I&#39;m going to give you a box of mac&amp;amp;cheese so when the next Red Scare comes, you&#39;ll be able to show that box of mac&amp;amp;cheese to the authorities to prove that you&#39;re not a communist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen:...But I hate mac&amp;amp;cheese! &amp;gt;:C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Alex: COMMIE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;*Helen goes to the bathroom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Alex: Let me watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: Why, so you can watch the blood drip?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Alex: Ewwwww *cringe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;*Helen and Alex argue about something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Alex: That doesn&#39;t make any sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: Yes it does! It makes woman sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Alex: Woman sense=nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;*Helen goes into a room and cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: ...I&#39;m on my period, you should&#39;ve known better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: Do you think I look pretty today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Alex: Yea, your hair&#39;s all pretty and you have some make up on. You&#39;re gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: ARE YOU SAYING I WASN&#39;T PRETTY BEFORE?! IS THAT IT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;*Alex is exasperated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;*Alex says something annoying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Helen: &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Yea, well you know what? Go fuck yourself, Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;* Alex and Helen are discussing something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex: Yea, that&#39;s what all the cool kids are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Helen: No, all the cool kids are doing me! *trollface.jpg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex: *mumble mumble mumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Helen: ...Wait, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex: *mumble mumble mumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Helen: ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex: Alright, calm down there Samuel Jackson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;More to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/6270061929117216116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversations.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6270061929117216116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6270061929117216116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-6423791930630657315</id><published>2010-10-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:43:30.872-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex Appreciation"/><title type='text'>Alex Appreciation Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On Wednesday I hung out with Alex almost all day. Wednesday is our hang-out-lots day. I was sick and acted rather grumpy that day, and I&#39;m just amazed by how loving Alex is towards me. He&#39;s so understanding, even when I don&#39;t understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;http://i55.tinypic.com/2cru341.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mario Kart is srs fuckin&#39; bznz, mang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i55.tinypic.com/2cru341.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That day we played Mario Kart, and I was getting really petty and claimed that I&#39;d break up with him if he didn&#39;t let me win. Even though I was joking, it probably still hurt him. And I think he and I both knew that if I didn&#39;t win, I&#39;d be pissed. I wouldn&#39;t be so pissed that I&#39;d break up with him, but I would be pretty grumpy about it. So he let me win. But then I felt like he was patronizing me, so I was a grump towards him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet all he did at that point was wrap me up in his arms and tell me he loves me and give me kisses on my head. I&#39;m getting a little weak-kneed just thinking about how amazing he is, and how lucky I am to have him. Any less loving or less patient boyfriend would&#39;ve snapped already. But I&#39;m lucky to have Alex :] I wish I could tell him how amazing he is face to face with him right now. But this blog post will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://i54.tinypic.com/zyfry1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Alex wearing my pink shirt :] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i54.tinypic.com/zyfry1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last time we played Mario Kart was just shortly after we got together, I think. I told him that if he lost, he&#39;d have to wear this pink shirt of mine. He told me recently that he purposely lost then too, because he wanted to please me. I felt patronized again, but I&#39;m so glad that he doesn&#39;t mind doing these things to please me too. He doesn&#39;t mind losing the small battles to win the war, and that&#39;s just such a humbling concept to me, and makes my heart swell with love (if you&#39;ll pardon the corny expression, lol)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lol Zombie!Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/6rszea.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bonus pic: this was taken by our club advisor at a dinner. If you&#39;ll recall, Alex and I met at Japanese Culture Club. We usually have dinner together during club, and this was taken after I &quot;defeated&quot; Alex. His &quot;punishment&quot; was that not only would he have to wear the pink shirt, he also had to wear it to JCC :] This shot was just soo...perfectly hilarious, lol.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/6423791930630657315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/alex-appreciation-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6423791930630657315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6423791930630657315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/alex-appreciation-post.html' title='Alex Appreciation Post'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i55.tinypic.com/2cru341_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-3074524930176098684</id><published>2010-10-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:55:25.467-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex 101"/><title type='text'>Alex 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the other day I wrote this really long post about the lessons I had learned that lets get along with Alex. Blogger ate the post, so here&#39;s an attempt at remaking that post.&lt;br /&gt;
Except I know &lt;strike&gt;all of you has the brain size of a pea&lt;/strike&gt; you&#39;re all very busy people who can&#39;t afford to read more than 5 minutes consecutively about something, so I&#39;ve broken the post up into shorter ones. That way it&#39;ll give me something to post every day, and you&#39;ll be more likely to read it, so yay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;JFC looking how clingy this woman is! ps that&#39;s Elijah Wood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i52.tinypic.com/xc7qec.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here&#39;s the first lesson I&#39;ve learned that really helps me get along with Alex: &lt;b&gt;don&#39;t be clingy or overbearing! &lt;/b&gt;This is probably the first lesson regarding relationships I&#39;ve ever learned, and it&#39;s such an important rule. It&#39;s so easy to forget that just because you&#39;re dating someone, they&#39;re not suddenly attached to you at the hip. Giving the other person some space for breathing is not only good for both of you, it sets boundaries and keeps the mystery alive.&lt;br /&gt;
I also value personal freedom and leisure time greatly, so I&#39;m very careful to treat Alex how I&#39;d like to be treated. Clinginess, I think, is also a sign of insecurity. While it&#39;s ok to be clingy sometimes, because it&#39;s also a show of affection, it&#39;s all in moderation. I only expect the same of Alex. &lt;br /&gt;
Clinginess isn&#39;t just in being physically attached to someone, either. I also consider it clingy if someone cannot stop talking about their lover. &quot;Alex told me he really likes this sweater so I bought it. Alex has such great taste in clothes! He looked really hot in it! O yea Alex saw that movie that you were just talking about. He didn&#39;t like it much, so I didn&#39;t either.&quot; God just typing that annoyed me, lol. I&#39;ve friends tell me that they appreciate me not talking about Alex unless they specifically asked something about him, or if what he said/did was actually short but relevant to the topic. Example &quot;I LOVED the movie Inception, but Alex wouldn&#39;t stop making &#39;that&#39;s what she said&#39; jokes every time the actors said &#39;We must go deeper&#39;, lol.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Whenever I think I might be too clingy towards Alex, I busy myself with books and TV shows and video games, and don&#39;t return his calls right away. It&#39;s working pretty well so far :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/3074524930176098684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/alex-101.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/3074524930176098684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/3074524930176098684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/alex-101.html' title='Alex 101'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i52.tinypic.com/xc7qec_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-5394460609566890082</id><published>2010-10-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:03:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 32px;&quot;&gt;Alex&#39;s ramblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The other day something was said to me that did not like very much. &amp;nbsp;There was no reason for it and the intent behind it I am sure was quite childish. &amp;nbsp;It reminded me of... DUN DUN DUN high school. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;High school is different for everyone but I think I had a very broad experience. &amp;nbsp;One thing that I never understood though was how most people in high school had almost no self-respect. &amp;nbsp;They gave into peer pressure and did drugs and drank. &amp;nbsp;They would do almost anything to fit in. &amp;nbsp;The thing that I really didn&#39;t like, however, was people and their choice of friends. &amp;nbsp;Now sure I am a bit guilty of this myself, but I didn&#39;t have to put up with too much shit. &amp;nbsp;I knew this one guy and he would literally be the punching bag for the rest of that group of &quot;friends&quot;. &amp;nbsp;He would be made fun of all the time, and constantly insulted. &amp;nbsp;Now he would laugh it off and laugh with them while they were laughing at him. &amp;nbsp;I never understood why he would put up with it. &amp;nbsp;Now looking back I think I understand. &amp;nbsp;It has to be low self-esteem. &amp;nbsp;You feel like shit about yourself and you surround yourself with people that make you feel the same way you feel about your self. &amp;nbsp;Wrong becomes normal on some level. &amp;nbsp;I guess I just don&#39;t understand why someone would be friends with someone else that just makes fun of them and insults them, sure you may get a laugh out of it, but it is worth it? &amp;nbsp;I say no. &amp;nbsp;Now in High school I understand why you might put up with it. Because you have to see and hang out with the same people for 4 years, but after high school or when it come to the internet there is nothing forcing you to interact with these people except for your self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;This got me thinking about relationships, the childish ones and the more mature ones. &amp;nbsp;I think we would all like to think that high school relationships were the childish ones and college and beyond would be mature relationships but its not always the case. &amp;nbsp;I look at it from my point of view. &amp;nbsp;If I ever were to be mean to Helen and make fun of her I would expect her not to put up with it. &amp;nbsp;If I tried to play games with her head and make her feel unworthy or belittled or jealous for my own reasons I would expect her to drop me like a sack of potatoes. :p &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(Helen: Damn right I would!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I like to think she would. &amp;nbsp;And I would like to think that she would hold others to the same standard that she holds me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Now I have to ask myself would I do the same thing if the roles were reversed. &amp;nbsp;I would like to think so but who knows. &amp;nbsp;I always say that I don&#39;t play games. Period. &amp;nbsp;But over the years maybe I have become so good at them I don&#39;t ever realize that I am playing them. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe I just need to work on my own self-esteem. :p &amp;nbsp;It is actually kinda funny. The only way I think I am different from most people is that I understand why I do what I do. &amp;nbsp;I still do the same things everyone else does, I just understand why I do it. &amp;nbsp;Understanding is overrated and it doesn&#39;t make thing any easier. &amp;nbsp;Just because I understand doesn&#39;t mean that I like it or am ok with it. &amp;nbsp;I think that most people don&#39;t get that. &amp;nbsp;Only time will tell and hindsight really is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/5394460609566890082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5394460609566890082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/5394460609566890082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-8199428438735330289</id><published>2010-10-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:46:47.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi my name is Alex and I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Hopeless according to Helen. &amp;nbsp;For Halloween this year I wanted to dress up as Goku from Dragon Ball Z. &amp;nbsp;I have a gi that I was going to get a friend to dye orange and silk screen the symbols on it. &amp;nbsp;I got a blue under gi and even the body weights if I wanted to be really hardcore. &amp;nbsp;I am already a blonde so I don&#39;t need to yell for a few episodes to go super saiyan. &amp;nbsp;I think that this is a great idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The reality of this though is that I wanted them just to train in all the time and Halloween was just convenient. &amp;nbsp;Body weights are a great way to build functional strength, but moving on.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Helen thinks that I am too much of a geek, nerd, otaku or whatever you want to call it. &amp;nbsp;Just because I enjoy my Saturday morning cartoons when I am not working or like the occasional anime does not warrant putting me in that category. &amp;nbsp;Or just because I play Pokémon when I have absolutely nothing else to do that I am some kind of who knows what. &amp;nbsp;I really don&#39;t like to be labeled any of those things. &amp;nbsp;There really isn&#39;t anything wrong with being a nerd, otaku ECT... it has become prevalent in mainstream society to the point where everyone plays some sort of game or watches some kind of cartoon. &amp;nbsp;I just don&#39;t think of myself as one. &amp;nbsp;I can identify and relate to fanatics about gaming or anime but it is not my life. &amp;nbsp;I think that Helen spends way more time gaming and on the Internet then I do. :p &amp;nbsp;I still love her though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I love videogames and hate them at the same time. &amp;nbsp;They are so much fun and can be an escape from reality but for to many people they replace reality. &amp;nbsp;Yeah! &amp;nbsp;Now I am a lv. 2 swordsman. &amp;nbsp;Oh really... go run a mile. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Try to lv. up in real life instead. :p &amp;nbsp;It is a lot harder but can be even more rewarding. So yeah got side tracked for a bit. &amp;nbsp;Just don&#39;t try and label me because it is just being lazy on your part. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/8199428438735330289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-my-name-is-alex-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8199428438735330289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/8199428438735330289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-my-name-is-alex-and-i-am.html' title='Hi my name is Alex and I am...'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-233924696110620417</id><published>2010-10-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:20:28.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain fart day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Augh I feel like crap right now. I missed this class I was supposed to go to today. It was at 5pm. I thought it was at 7pm...FML T_T I hope the teacher isn&#39;t gonna be too harsh on me for missing it. I&#39;m kinda worried ;-;&lt;br /&gt;
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O AND I FORGOT TO RECORD HOUSE M.D.. FUCK. I&#39;M SO MAD NOW. NOW I&#39;LL HAVE TO WAIT AT LEAST A WEEK TO SEE IT. FUCKING A. I&#39;ll call up Alex later tonight to see if he saw it. Fucking a I feel so retarded ;-; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;(edit: Alex told me that it&#39;s a re-run today! Yay! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today&#39;s such a blah-y day for me. I was gonna wear lolita to school today, but decided not to at the very last minute. Damnit :c Tomorrow I&#39;m doing a presentation for 2nd graders. I have a homework due tomorrow to...gotta get on that. :C how lame. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;(edit: finished my hw rather quickly! Hurray!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, since I&#39;m having a shit-tastic day today, let&#39;s look at some Macros to make me feel better. Here are some that I really enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdItmok59Ws/TMJX74kiKnI/AAAAAAAABbw/vAGJSgARVkY/s1600/iceberglol.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;101&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdItmok59Ws/TMJX74kiKnI/AAAAAAAABbw/vAGJSgARVkY/s200/iceberglol.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I fucking love this one. That Asian kid is one smart alec :D Made me lulz pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i53.tinypic.com/6xvnsy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://i53.tinypic.com/6xvnsy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Btw here&#39;s a pic of my dog (I almost wrote &quot;here&#39;s a dog of my pic&quot;. Today&#39;s not my day, lol) His name is Curby. He&#39;s a dwarf Bichon. I used to think he was a mix because he had a long body and wasn&#39;t built like a typical bichon. I read in a bichon book though that the dwarf bichons have short stubby legs and long bodies, so I&#39;m pretty sure Curby&#39;s a dwarf.&lt;br /&gt;
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Parting though: I have been reading this smutty novel called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Fire-Leopards-No-4/dp/0515147907?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=aleandhelsblo-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Wild Fire (Leopards, No 4)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=aleandhelsblo-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0515147907&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt; xD I really like smut cuz they&#39;re an easy read and helps me take the edge off things. It&#39;s so far the best smut I&#39;ve read (lots of hot sex, sexual tension, etc) Smut is usually really poorly written, and this isn&#39;t too far from the typical smut, but I&#39;m really enjoying it so far, haha.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/233924696110620417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/brain-fart-day.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/233924696110620417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/233924696110620417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/brain-fart-day.html' title='Brain fart day'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdItmok59Ws/TMJX74kiKnI/AAAAAAAABbw/vAGJSgARVkY/s72-c/iceberglol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-6125731299578338371</id><published>2010-10-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:14:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So for my homework for Philosophy this weekend, our teacher has assigned that we watch a few youtube video clips that shows sexism in Disney films. Here are the ones I watched and what I thought of them.&lt;br /&gt;
And BONUS! I saw a post on &lt;a href=&quot;http://corianderfields.blogspot.com/2010/10/soviet-pooh-is-best-pooh.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+WhatIsThisIDontEven--+%28What+is+this+I+don%27t+even--%29&quot;&gt;Coriander&#39;s blog&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href=&quot;http://corianderfields.blogspot.com/2010/10/soviet-pooh-is-best-pooh.html&quot;&gt;Soviet Pooh&lt;/a&gt;, and said I&#39;d write my thoughts on it too. It&#39;s at the end of this post :]&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve always thought it kinda odd that almost all the women in Disney films have such &quot;attractive&quot; features such as full lips, slender/feminine bodies, and really pretty eyes. I think that goes for &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; heroines in Disney films, so this video really just points it out so I can solidify what I&#39;ve always known about Disney women. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I think this video is more interesting. I&#39;ve never really looked at masculinity in Disney films, but after watching this video, it totally points out how men are expected to behave certain way, or look a certain way, just like the heroines in Disney films. Plus it finally made me understand why Atlantis wasn&#39;t a very popular movie...sadly. Lol. But then again, the Emperor in The Emperor&#39;s New Groove wasn&#39;t a &quot;manly man&quot; by any means in the movie, but somehow it has enjoyed popularity that Atlantis never quite got. I think it&#39;s because even though the Emperor didn&#39;t look like a &quot;manly man&quot;, he acted like a jerk, lol. That&#39;s just my speculation. &lt;br /&gt;
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This one is perhaps my favorite video to watch. She explained everything so well. Just give it a shot and see what you think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Conclusion: After watching those videos, I can&#39;t help but wonder if the films are sexist because they&#39;re a reflection of our society, or just our gender ideals? And at what level are we equal, and how can we portray that in these films? I don&#39;t know if I want to call Disney films sexist. I&#39;d much rather call them &quot;traditional&quot;. I personally have never really put much thought into sexism and gender equality before, so I have no idea where we draw the line between &quot;that&#39;s just a difference between men and women&quot; and &quot;that&#39;s sexist&quot;? I know sexism is defined as &quot;something that is used to negatively stereotype a sex&quot;, so does that mean when someone says to a woman &quot;You have no balls&quot;, that&#39;s sexist? I mean I guess the answer would be yes, but it&#39;s both a factual statement (women don&#39;t have testes hurrrr) and a figure of speech (ie you&#39;re cowardly). &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m much better at pointing out blatant sexism than I am with things like Disney sexism, I guess D: Btw all the things I&#39;m writing here is pretty much just based on my lack of knowledge, so please don&#39;t be offended by it. I&#39;m just not sure how to phrase what I want to say at the moment, hahaha. I hope after my philosophy class on Monday I&#39;ll be able to voice my idea on gender equality. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did write this piece on &lt;a href=&quot;http://aonele.livejournal.com/13288.html&quot;&gt;my LJ&lt;/a&gt; before though. I thought it was fairly good. Check it out! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Now then: SOVIET!POOH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dunno about you guys, but I thought this was awesome, lol. It&#39;s soooo cute. Soviet Pooh is more like a racoon than a bear, imo, but cute none the less. The animation is very different from the original, as is the music. S!P is so amusing though, because it just seems so alien, lol. I actually like S!P&#39;s voice actor better too. Winnie Pooh&#39;s voice has always reminded me of that of a pedophile...Otherwise, Coriander points out many good differences between S!P and Winnie Pooh already, so go read it! :P</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/6125731299578338371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-on-disney.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6125731299578338371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/6125731299578338371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-on-disney.html' title='Thoughts on Disney'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-655136513512891063</id><published>2010-10-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:09:43.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Moon 64</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alex&#39;s Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It might be one of my favorite games of all time. You wake up every moring at the same time, 6am. &amp;nbsp;You eat your rice cakes and you get to work for the day. &amp;nbsp;There are many different paths that you can chose in the game. You can work all day and have tons of money, or you can hit on women and fish all day and have nothing to show for it. &amp;nbsp;This game is really just a simple simulation of life. &amp;nbsp;You have to farm and forage to earn money and you can raise animals like cows, sheep, and chickens. &amp;nbsp;If I am feeling really angry for no real reason I will chase the chickens with my axe &lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;(Helen: I lol&#39;d at the mental image of this)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I never catch them so don&#39;t worry.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t lose and you can&#39;t starve, you can only not win until you do everything you are supposed to do. &amp;nbsp;It really is the American dream, but made in Japan. &amp;nbsp;I am American and I would bleed on the flag to keep its stripes red &amp;nbsp;but I don&#39;t know if I want the American dream. &amp;nbsp;I mean I get the wife, the car, the house with the white picket fence, maybe a couple of kids, but then what? &amp;nbsp;Do I just keep working to maintain what I have fearing loosing it all. Do I work into my 60&#39;s retire then just kinda wait to die? &amp;nbsp;Maybe I am just young and restless but I feel like I want more then just that, and not a &quot;material&quot; more either. &amp;nbsp;I just don&#39;t find much meaning in the American dream. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe it has changed into something greedy and excessive, that I no longer recognize &amp;nbsp; I would enjoy a easy life and having nice things--who wouldn&#39;t?--but I think I would be fine with out them as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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Some times I wish that life could be as easy as Harvest Moon 64.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/655136513512891063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/harvest-moon-64.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/655136513512891063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/655136513512891063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/harvest-moon-64.html' title='Harvest Moon 64'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-2719016212582276256</id><published>2010-10-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:43:25.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1576615729&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1576615730&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGRY HELEN IS SO FUCKING MAD AT THE MOMENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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MOTHER FUCKING BLOGGER JUST DELETED THIS LONG ASS POST I WROTE. I SO FUCKING MAD RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this post will just be a fucking pic spam till I calm the fuck down and re-write the mother fucking post.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yOMt4XjL70V-mhaj2gOhq-9-9rzk1Q6RN7oE_MAhsCQNB5uQmMyzyi5KQLHJkam4ys6aNokVNcaVi9hsd2a8YWi_sNBgPWk6_e2a9dMgOKj2bj7vH-hCE7IhjwrfVoQpMiU0wdci1A7c/s1600/03272010291.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yOMt4XjL70V-mhaj2gOhq-9-9rzk1Q6RN7oE_MAhsCQNB5uQmMyzyi5KQLHJkam4ys6aNokVNcaVi9hsd2a8YWi_sNBgPWk6_e2a9dMgOKj2bj7vH-hCE7IhjwrfVoQpMiU0wdci1A7c/s200/03272010291.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, this is a lovely photo of Alex sticking his tongue into my mouth. It&#39;s not that we french kissed for the camera though. It was more of a &quot;ARGH MY MOUTH IS BIGGER THAN YOURS I SHALL BIT YOUR MOUTH WITH MINE!!!&quot; Srsly, we try to bite each other on the mouth sometimes, lol. Unfortunately Alex has a bigger mouth than me. I tell him it&#39;s cuz he sucks cock :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHJ4QNZNorpHUrxkFyxxETDjSZ6FhreuC9wfCxHVfhJxC5Nuk9ecLlz9966fLeRS6ZCcsp8wfUhBDCS1OVJa3C2exI65wpR6zLDGytQS4sBn-z6m-mwohI3SCp23DFycZpdlFipV57FPI/s144/091320101002.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHJ4QNZNorpHUrxkFyxxETDjSZ6FhreuC9wfCxHVfhJxC5Nuk9ecLlz9966fLeRS6ZCcsp8wfUhBDCS1OVJa3C2exI65wpR6zLDGytQS4sBn-z6m-mwohI3SCp23DFycZpdlFipV57FPI/s200/091320101002.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Lastly, I like taking photos of vanity plates, so here&#39;s one that&#39;s pretty cool, haha. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/2719016212582276256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-you-blogger.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2719016212582276256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/2719016212582276256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-you-blogger.html' title='FUCK YOU BLOGGER'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yOMt4XjL70V-mhaj2gOhq-9-9rzk1Q6RN7oE_MAhsCQNB5uQmMyzyi5KQLHJkam4ys6aNokVNcaVi9hsd2a8YWi_sNBgPWk6_e2a9dMgOKj2bj7vH-hCE7IhjwrfVoQpMiU0wdci1A7c/s72-c/03272010291.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793796860533190430.post-7246440522898064952</id><published>2010-10-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:18:48.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen&#39;s thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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BECAUSE 2AM IS A GREAT TIME TO WRITE STUFF ABOUT ZOMBIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Nah, just that my insomnia is striking again, so I wanted to write something before going to bed. I used to really hate zombies as a kid because I thought they&#39;re really scary. Now I&#39;ve really grown to love them, because they serve for great escapism daydreams and for blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s see, when I was younger, I hated zombies because the thought of being mobbed and then eaten alive is quite frightening. I tried playing Resident Evil 1 or 2 with a friend when it just came out for the PlayStation, and we&#39;d die within minutes because we just started and had not a blinking idea of what we were doing, lol. So we had to watch in shame and horror as Leon was torn into pieces by the zombies again, and again.....and again. The frustration of losing constantly kinda made me feel like there&#39;s no way to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think not being able to win in a zombie apocalypse is the scariest thing about it. I mean, look at all the zombie movies/games out there today: it&#39;s mostly just you (or the protagonist) trying to survive against hordes of zombies. Sure, there may be a few of your friends there, but usually by the end of the movie/game, there&#39;s just you and maybe 2-3 other people with you if you&#39;re lucky (and none of you were black, lol. I&#39;m sorry black people, but the movie industry is just against you, man.) And it&#39;s never clear exactly how you survive--zombies just take over the world, and I guess you&#39;d be lucky if you could keep breathing till you died of exhaustion. With no end in sight, zombie apocalypse is a scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another scary thing about it is being alone, I think. I&#39;ve always said that if the zombie apocalypse is real, there&#39;s no way I&#39;m gonna even try and survive on my own. It&#39;d be too exhausting and frustrating to live on my own against the zombie world. If I could have one or two people with me, then I can probably make it. But if I&#39;m all alone, I&#39;d end my own misery.&lt;br /&gt;
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A positive aspect about the zombie apocalypse is that we won&#39;t have to worry about mundane day-to-day things like school or work or that annoying gossipy bitch who likes to talk shit behind your back anymore. It&#39;ll just come down to survival. When you&#39;ve had to worry about daily things for a long time, just trying to survive is a nice change of pace. But of course, survival can get tiring and boring real fast too. But right now, I won&#39;t mind taking out some of my aggression on some zombies.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a biologist, I also find the prospect of zombies as a result of bio experiments really interesting, because it&#39;s absolutely possible. However, RE&#39;s idea of a virus reanimating the dead is pretty &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=redonkulous&quot;&gt;redonkulous&lt;/a&gt;. The human body is, imo, too intricate to be able to be reanimated. Upon death, every single cell breaks down. Though I dunno the exact time every type of cell breaks down at, it&#39;s pretty fast. Once they&#39;re dead, there&#39;s no way to bring them back. Without nerve cells, a body cannot move. Even if we say people can come back to life after death and become zombies, without properly working nerve cells, they can&#39;t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore, I think 28 Days Later&#39;s zombies are more likely. Think about it. What could happen is that an agent, some sort of virus or bacteria, could infect humans and eat away at their mind and heighten activity of the parts of the brain that controls anger, sending the infected into fits of uncontrollable rage. We actually know of a virus that does something like this: rabies. The rabies virus targets the brain, and they concentrate in the saliva of the infected, thus how rabies is spread. Sounds a little like the 28 Days Later zombies, no?&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s also a happier ending if zombies were more like 28 Days Later&#39;s zombies. For one, we have vaccines for rabies. For another, that means they can starve to death, as evident in the 1st movie. Zombies that are reanimated from death will never die.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I do have a zombie survival plan in mind, but it&#39;ll totally depend on who&#39;s with me. Ideally, I&#39;d like to be the medic of the group, since I&#39;m studying to be a nurse (let&#39;s just hope the zombie apocalypse strikes &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; I become a well-trained nurse) My ideal team of zombie survivors will have no more than 6 people. One of those people will be the leader, and I pass because I know I&#39;d make a terrible leader. I&#39;m much better as an adviser. My ideal leader is strong in the sense that he/she is capable of quickly making the best decision under pressure, and that he/she can stand against pressure. Hopefully he/she is also compassionate towards his comrades and will not leave anyone behind if he/she can help it. He/she must also have a strong sense of direction and goals so he can unite us. Everyone else I just ask them to be cooperative and willing to work together.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my arsenal I hope to have a number of things. I&#39;d definitely like some sort of firearm to use for the zombie apocalypse. Although I do favor the shotgun, I&#39;m afraid it might be too heavy for me to carry. So realistically, I&#39;d probably opt for handguns or melee weapons. I&#39;d like something sharp and easy to swing, so a machete is probably my best bet. And unlike the scantily-clad heroines of RE, I&#39;d definitely cover up. I&#39;d definitely look into getting shin and arm guards, as the limbs are at the most danger of exposure to zombie bites. I&#39;d cover all my skin with the toughest kind of clothes I can find so that I can limit exposure but not bog down my speed too much. I&#39;d definitely pull back my hair like Serena in 28 Days Later did too. There&#39;s just no way I&#39;m letting hair get into my eyes as I try to slay zombies. I might have to invest into some sort of face protector too, since infection is possible through any membranous barriers, such as eyes and mouth, as seen in 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you can&#39;t tell already my favorite zombie movie is probably 28 Days Later, with Shawn of the Dead following closely behind. I hated George Romero&#39;s Diary of the Dead because I thought just about everyone in that movie deserved to die (except Samuel, the mute Amish guy who made bombs and killed himself with a scythe to get the zombie that was eating him. FUCKING HARDCORE). Same with the anime/manga High School of the Dead. I cannot fucking stand the anime of it. Rei and Saya needs to fucking drop dead, but Saya more so than Rei, because at least Rei is good for killing zombies. Saya is not good for anything except maybe zombie bait and mule. If it were up to me, every time Saya annoyed me I&#39;d cut off a piece of her body (starting small with things like her fingers, hands, and arms) and feed it to the zombies, and make her carry ammo. And if I run out of parts to cut off and she&#39;s still being an annoying bitch, I&#39;d just say fuck this shit and let the zombies have her. She&#39;s fucking whinny as hell with her &quot;I&#39;M A GENIUS YOU CAN&#39;T DO THIS TO ME!&quot; bitching. Fuck you, Saya, you can be a genius without being a fucking annoying twat. She gives geniuses everywhere a bad name. Also, L4D and L4D2 &amp;gt; RE. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;I love zombies. &amp;nbsp;I really believe that you don&#39;t really feel alive unless something is trying to kill you. &amp;nbsp;I love the whole idea of survival horror. &amp;nbsp;I even have a real life zombie apocalypes kit. &amp;nbsp;I got rope, glowsticks, fire starters, medical supplies ect... &amp;nbsp;I still need more things for it but its a start. &amp;nbsp;And this kit can be used for any real disaster too. &amp;nbsp;The one thing that I really need however is a riot shotgun. &amp;nbsp;Every good zonbie hunter uses one. &amp;nbsp;I mean sure in a pinch you can use a handgun or a combat knife but nothing beats that safe feeling and weight of a shotgun. &amp;nbsp;Maybe an exception for a flamethrower or a minigun, but seriously who has those just sitting around.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/feeds/7246440522898064952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-thoughts-on-zombies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/7246440522898064952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793796860533190430/posts/default/7246440522898064952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aonele.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-thoughts-on-zombies.html' title='My thoughts on Zombies'/><author><name>Alex and Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649776377861486624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ39lMl4BQV87EeigFEjZ3vbvgFqvH6fhSRr5g5zIhqTcLN4O9ZiJ97ZIW49jtFfGFr1sFN4R8R503PuY38nGitwsg8H6b8gXdxvGKC6S6te1_MR0qqEoVlLaofQ4q88c/s220/alex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>