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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hTnLMasMNyeq1KthzuNRDGHYWeE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hTnLMasMNyeq1KthzuNRDGHYWeE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hTnLMasMNyeq1KthzuNRDGHYWeE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hTnLMasMNyeq1KthzuNRDGHYWeE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I NEVER win first place. Never. That is until now. And you know what, so what if it's first in picking up brown paper bags with your mouth in under a minute, but the fact is, I won. And I never win. &lt;br /&gt;
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This post is just to say - finally. FINALLY. I'm good at something. Here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r7D83GYM2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r7D83GYM2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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**Yes, I had an Alfalfa hairdo, and yes, I know my legs are freaking pale (haha, I know someone will text me in a bit and point it out), I haven't seen sun in awhile and it wasn't very sunny this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: I have a few more awkward stories from this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I really thought it would be nearly impossible to find myself in really awkward situations a&amp;nbsp;Buddhist center in the middle of nowhere nestled in 500 acres of land. &amp;nbsp;But I did.... to be continued tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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PSS: I had the BEST team/campers, and the the best assistant counselor and co-counselor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-8250508595448020999?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/Z5cSItlsM2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8250508595448020999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/103-1st-place-goes-to-me.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/8250508595448020999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/8250508595448020999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/Z5cSItlsM2s/103-1st-place-goes-to-me.html" title="#103: 1st Place, goes to ME!" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/103-1st-place-goes-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMRHo_eSp7ImA9WxFbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-2902751591286899085</id><published>2010-07-01T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:11:25.441-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T19:11:25.441-05:00</app:edited><title>#102: Goodbye Social Media...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUbolXMUAz09kXSInlNVIwLFlSE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUbolXMUAz09kXSInlNVIwLFlSE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUbolXMUAz09kXSInlNVIwLFlSE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUbolXMUAz09kXSInlNVIwLFlSE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, I am taking a hiatus from being on Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, etc. and going to live an ascetic life....&lt;br /&gt;
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For the next 4 days that is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha, gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;
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After this post, everything will be going dark for me until I return to civilization on Monday evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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What am I doing? I will be a Camp Counselor at a Buddhist camp for kids this weekend - I know, SCARY...me handling 10-17 year olds?! &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know, everyone has told me it should be the other way around. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for the faith y'all...uh, I really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is something that I need very much and am very excited about. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;365&lt;/b&gt;. That's all I have to say, 365. &amp;nbsp;For those of you who know what I'm talking about it's been a badass adventure for the last 365 days of my life, yet also the most frustrating as well (&lt;i&gt;uhhh yea, see Blog #86 for details&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;
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In a few hours I will eat my last meal with meat and will embark in the unknown...the minds of teens and tweens....! &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I'll get a lot of funny stories out of this one. =D.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until then, peace out and everyone enjoy your Fourth of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-2902751591286899085?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/zsg6yIFYY20" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2902751591286899085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/102-goodbye-social-media.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/2902751591286899085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/2902751591286899085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/zsg6yIFYY20/102-goodbye-social-media.html" title="#102: Goodbye Social Media..." /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/102-goodbye-social-media.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANRH0zcCp7ImA9WxFUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-5303523329325443442</id><published>2010-06-30T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:43:15.388-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T22:43:15.388-05:00</app:edited><title>#101: Stop the Duckface Photos! AHHHH!!!!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K1lNFLmcrXh1sRWp9sfNCYFV1Ks/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K1lNFLmcrXh1sRWp9sfNCYFV1Ks/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K1lNFLmcrXh1sRWp9sfNCYFV1Ks/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K1lNFLmcrXh1sRWp9sfNCYFV1Ks/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;People...ok, more like ladies...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies, I beg you, please &lt;b&gt;stop all the DUCKFACE pictures&lt;/b&gt;! It's really driving me crazy...I don't get it, it's not that cute - it's like &lt;b&gt;Allergic Reaction meets Botox &lt;/b&gt;(eyebrows are often lifted in the pics&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)...,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and I'm sure often times that goes along with someone else's fist in your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first saw someone's duckface photos back in the Myspace era, I thought it was pretty funny trying to imitate Adrienna Lima, Angelina Jolie, (i.e. ladies with a full lip) etc. &amp;nbsp;But now, it's an epidemic, and it won't stop...I try to avoid it...but it somehow keeps creeping up on me....&lt;br /&gt;
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AHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, there's an Anti-Duckface website already established called...you guessed it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.antiduckface.com/"&gt;www.antiduckface.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doobybrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/stop-making-that-duck-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://www.doobybrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/stop-making-that-duck-face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/duckface_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/duckface_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So on the real, I Googled the following: &lt;b&gt;What was duckface origin?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
...and here's what I found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. Inspired by Zoolander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Early symptoms of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amyotrophic lateral sclerosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;And to expand on letter B because I was curious, here's an excerpt from a blogger on KnowYourMeme.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apparently, this is the expression made when girls hold cameras in front of themselves. It may be an involuntary response, as the combination of elevated, extended arm and tense forefinger on the shutter button may lead to tightened facial muscles. Occasionally, it may appear that the females photographed are, in fact, not holding the camera. In these instances, any hands pictured are likely to still exhibit the traits noted above (raised above shoulders, fingers tensed and/or flexed, see immediately below). It may also be a symptom of the most widespread epidemic of early amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-5303523329325443442?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/hkPdFbRZfUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5303523329325443442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/101-stop-duckface-photos-ahhhh.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/5303523329325443442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/5303523329325443442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/hkPdFbRZfUY/101-stop-duckface-photos-ahhhh.html" title="#101: Stop the Duckface Photos! AHHHH!!!!" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/101-stop-duckface-photos-ahhhh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQH46eSp7ImA9WxFUGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-3277526829135187051</id><published>2010-06-29T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:45:01.011-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T23:45:01.011-05:00</app:edited><title>#100: Thank you Video Mashup</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPaPzjWh2Y6HQiCb_e3eN4N9eak/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPaPzjWh2Y6HQiCb_e3eN4N9eak/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPaPzjWh2Y6HQiCb_e3eN4N9eak/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPaPzjWh2Y6HQiCb_e3eN4N9eak/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you probably saw on my Facebook, I have been writing and deleting for days straight trying to get the perfect 100th Blog. &amp;nbsp;I stayed up til nearly 3am last night trying to figure out how amusing I could make it or how offensive I could turn it into, but in the end, it just wasn't right. &amp;nbsp;So as I was searching for something to hit me, I realized that I had quite a few video clips that had never surfaced before within these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I decided to just put it all randomly together. A mashup as you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This post is to say &lt;b&gt;Thank You&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of your life...these last 100 posts have taught me so much, but what I really learned from this experience so far is that it all boils down to the relationships we built&amp;nbsp;and the memories we all have with one another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
With that said, here's my video...it reminds me a lot of "The Wonder Years":&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFebopv_sMw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFebopv_sMw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFebopv_sMw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFebopv_sMw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-3277526829135187051?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/bRmwtVqXjcs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3277526829135187051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-thank-you-video-mashup.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3277526829135187051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3277526829135187051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/bRmwtVqXjcs/100-thank-you-video-mashup.html" title="#100: Thank you Video Mashup" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-thank-you-video-mashup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEAQ30zcSp7ImA9WxFUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-492580732978078804</id><published>2010-06-27T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:54:02.389-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T11:54:02.389-05:00</app:edited><title>#99: Pretend-tious</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h6kTOSOAJbhfpeYLLd1UfIHpJ9A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h6kTOSOAJbhfpeYLLd1UfIHpJ9A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h6kTOSOAJbhfpeYLLd1UfIHpJ9A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h6kTOSOAJbhfpeYLLd1UfIHpJ9A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Pretend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;tious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-492580732978078804?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/fc-L9hPCpN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/492580732978078804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/99-pretend-tious.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/492580732978078804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/492580732978078804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/fc-L9hPCpN8/99-pretend-tious.html" title="#99: Pretend-tious" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/99-pretend-tious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNRX86cSp7ImA9WxFUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-3211161618385342677</id><published>2010-06-25T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:26:34.119-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-25T23:26:34.119-05:00</app:edited><title>#98: Premature....100th Blog Celebration</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vwQLL5xl890lQ8LLF_if7JKiwc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vwQLL5xl890lQ8LLF_if7JKiwc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vwQLL5xl890lQ8LLF_if7JKiwc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vwQLL5xl890lQ8LLF_if7JKiwc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So the word Premature has a lot of negative connotations - take the following for some examples:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hahakiri.com/wp-content/uploads/_SmokingCausesPrematureAging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.hahakiri.com/wp-content/uploads/_SmokingCausesPrematureAging.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/premature-inflation-fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/premature-inflation-fail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yogaheals.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/control-premature-ejaculation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://yogaheals.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/control-premature-ejaculation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, one thing I know for sure that isn't negative is&lt;b&gt; Tawn's 100th Blog Premature Party.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;So I haven't really written 100 blogs yet, but this is #98...close enough to celebrate right? Yes, it is. &amp;nbsp;Plus, next week is July 4th anyway and I'll be spending it alcohol free as I will be a Camp Counselor in Hempstead, Texas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's your chance people to come out and celebrate with me at&lt;b&gt; Zimm's Martini and Wine Bar&lt;/b&gt; (4321 Montrose Blvd.) at 11pm on Sat. 6/26/2010!! &amp;nbsp;Don't know if we'll stay there the whole time, but I sure in hell will be starting my night off there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-3211161618385342677?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/8hfaJFL_FZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3211161618385342677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/98-premature100th-blog-celebration.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3211161618385342677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3211161618385342677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/8hfaJFL_FZ8/98-premature100th-blog-celebration.html" title="#98: Premature....100th Blog Celebration" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/98-premature100th-blog-celebration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCRH06eCp7ImA9WxFUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-8706398722790803178</id><published>2010-06-23T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:49:25.310-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T08:49:25.310-05:00</app:edited><title>#97: Later Victoria's Secret, Wasup FOL</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6Ri2f0-T_k2sWda4WvfZNDfqe_Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6Ri2f0-T_k2sWda4WvfZNDfqe_Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6Ri2f0-T_k2sWda4WvfZNDfqe_Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6Ri2f0-T_k2sWda4WvfZNDfqe_Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'll give props where props are due.&amp;nbsp; Victoria's Secret has revolutionized the way society sees lingerie/foundation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So now I have that out of the way, here's what I want to say/show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viewpoints.com/images/review/2007/242/2/1188457587-11227_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://www.viewpoints.com/images/review/2007/242/2/1188457587-11227_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm saying f-you overpriced panties, and hello to low cost ones that I can find at&amp;nbsp;Walmart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw the usual retail mall's promo of 4 panties for $20, when I can get 3 for $5!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just tired of over paying for these foundations at the mall, they're expensive and seriously, no one gives a crap about what they look like. Your crap doesn't even give a crap. Skid mark all you want, it's&amp;nbsp;only like $1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-8706398722790803178?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/zpu-D6dbwJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8706398722790803178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/97-later-victorias-secret-wasup-fol.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/8706398722790803178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/8706398722790803178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/zpu-D6dbwJQ/97-later-victorias-secret-wasup-fol.html" title="#97: Later Victoria's Secret, Wasup FOL" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/97-later-victorias-secret-wasup-fol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcHSHozfyp7ImA9WxFUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-3926903700417912319</id><published>2010-06-23T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:10:39.487-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T02:10:39.487-05:00</app:edited><title>#96: Ken Doll's Dating Tip</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9kOWdoEGKhPzBlXnnx-eSmNDAUU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9kOWdoEGKhPzBlXnnx-eSmNDAUU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uqTMErRr6DvdIPBWL14bjp8GfsU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uqTMErRr6DvdIPBWL14bjp8GfsU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uqTMErRr6DvdIPBWL14bjp8GfsU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uqTMErRr6DvdIPBWL14bjp8GfsU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Man, apparentally my blog about Break Ups (see Blog #93) was a big nerve-hitter-upper. I got a lot of pretty good feedback from my friends and readers and it sparked up some really cool&amp;nbsp;dialogue.&amp;nbsp;So, with that, I'll just continue on this "relationship" track and talk about &lt;strong&gt;"what he says...and what he really means..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know about y'all, but deep down, I really know what a guy means when he does/doesn't do certain things. However, for whatever reason, I always refuse to believe what I know and then I have to&amp;nbsp;rely on&amp;nbsp;a blunt friend to step in and say, "Tawn, look, this is what it is."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And of course, that sliver of hope just goes away immediately, I stop re-analyzing things over for the 100th time, and I continue on with my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yea, and a little&amp;nbsp;insight for you fellows - girls do NOT have it simple either.&amp;nbsp; Y'all boys act like we gals have never been rejected. *Waves hand, points at herself* I have and I know the feeling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here's my rule (and it applies to the fellows as well so if you're trying to holler at someone, please read this first).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've heard of Rule of 3 - well, I call this the Rule of 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Rule of 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; Ask her out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;If she has an excuse the first time as to why she can't go out with you. Chances are she&amp;nbsp;ain't into you, BUT go ahead and give her the benefit of the doubt the first time around because she could legitimately be busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her out again&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;If this time she throws out another excuse, it's game over for you.&amp;nbsp; If she was into you, she would've given you an alternative date because she wanted to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;That's a rule that I have for myself if I ever asked a guy out. Trust me, if there was a club for &lt;strong&gt;Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;, I would belong to that club and &lt;strong&gt;I would be its Rookie of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But here's the upside to this whole thing, why would you want to date someone who doesn't like or is attracted to you?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;What he Says, What he Really Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here goes the main point of the Blog - this is actually taken from eHarmony's Advice Column. I went ahead and condensed it because I hate reading all of it.&amp;nbsp; But if you do here's the website: &lt;a href="http://advice.eharmony.com/article/dating-men-when-he-says-x-he-means-y.html"&gt;http://advice.eharmony.com/article/dating-men-when-he-says-x-he-means-y.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. “I’d love to come in, but I have to get up early tomorrow.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Really means one of these two options: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
• 99% - “I don’t feel great chemistry with you.”&lt;br /&gt;
• 1% - “I’m dog tired and I have to get up early.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;2. “What did you do this past weekend?” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “Do you have a life? Do you have friends or are you looking for me to provide all your entertainment?” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;3. “I need some space.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tawn's Stamp of Experience, I've heard this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Really means one of these two options: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
• 98% - “I need a new girlfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;
• 2% - “I think I might need a new girlfriend, and I need some distance so I can decide for sure.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;4. “I had a nice time. I’ll give you a call.”&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “The time we spent together was not unpleasant, and I don’t really know how to say goodnight without telling you I’ll call. I might call you, but don’t hold your breath.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;5. “Yes, I’m interested in a serious relationship.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “I’m carefully assessing every woman I meet, and when I find one that feels just right. I’ll marry her.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;6. “You’re beautiful.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “You’re really beautiful.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;7. “It’s not you, It’s me.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “I’m doing the dumping, so technically it is me, not you. But I’m breaking up because I just don’t feel it for you. I’m sure you don’t want a personality critique so this is an easier way to end it.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;8. “She’s just an old friend.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really means one of these two options:&lt;br /&gt;
• 98% “She’s someone I used to date.”&lt;br /&gt;
• 2% “I once made a move on her and she wasn’t interested.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;9. “Work is crazy right now. I just don’t have time for a relationship.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “I’m not interested in a relationship with you.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;10. “I’m not interested in anything serious. I just want to have fun.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Really Means - “I just want to have a physical relationship.” &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KzDDt20FFKQXkxTUgckoVZNpa5w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KzDDt20FFKQXkxTUgckoVZNpa5w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KzDDt20FFKQXkxTUgckoVZNpa5w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KzDDt20FFKQXkxTUgckoVZNpa5w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Most Moms like to send little cute messages to their kids when they pack their lunch. Not my Mom - she likes to label things and draw really creepy smiley faces. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;It's like Walmart meets Frankenstein&lt;/b&gt;. See below.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to visit the parents this past weekend, and my Mom gave me PLENTY of yummy Viet food to take back to eat, and when I opened up the bag where she placed all of my to-go food, this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little small, creepy smiley faces that stared back at me. I couldn't help but crack up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tis the summer time, and you know what that means? Sun, vacation, Grease-like-summer-night-flings-because-pheromones-are-at-an-all-time-high, and, oh wait, breakups. &amp;nbsp;Sorry to break it to you people but since this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the season where you don't have to buy/receive presents or feel obligated to be with someone, it makes it the perfect time to break ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm sitting here right now writing about breakups, but I think I've heard enough from my girlfriends within the last couple of weeks that I feel as though I should impart some of my "knowledge" onto you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to lie, I was&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; girl who slept in bed all day, missed more work than normal, lost 1 pound each day for 14 days straight, had to buy Preparation H to put on my eyes because they were puffy all the time, sat in bed and waited til my roommate came home so I could cry my eyes out, and then was really mean to her because she made me eat (sorry, Esme, I love you!), and then weeks later found out more info that just stabbed me right in the heart and left me wanting to pull a Carrie Underwood/Jazmine Sullivan...you know the drill. &amp;nbsp;If you've ever seen a friend (or you yourself have gone through it) it's an ugly ugly ugly event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(PS: No, I never received an apology.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I digressed. &amp;nbsp;The point of this post is to let you know that no one ever died of a broken heart. &amp;nbsp;Well, maybe some people killed themselves because of one, but I sure hope that ain't the case because there's so much of life to enjoy...like watching more Youtube videos and seeing what else Betty White has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I met this awesome person (Linda) who recommended this book to me a while ago and I thought that this was one of the best gift I've ever given myself - &lt;b&gt;"It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken.&lt;/b&gt;" It's also been passed around to some of my girls who thoroughly enjoyed it. And the cool thing is that it was written by the guy who wrote, &lt;b&gt;"He's Just Not That Into You."&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/TB73IBIdjVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/TbShNiCGWcQ/s1600/P6200022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/TB73IBIdjVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/TbShNiCGWcQ/s320/P6200022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So...with this in mind...here's my advice/book's advice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"But he was my best friend." Yea, so was the little girl who had boogers coming out of her nose when I was in 1st Grade...I'm not friends with her anymore.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Alcohol + Phone = DANGER. Alcohol + Text = DANGER. Alcohol + Camera Phone = All over the Internet. &amp;nbsp;Thus, DELETE the number.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He's not hiding at the bottom of that Pint of Icecream.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Keep your integrity intact. Word gets around...if you go psycho, chances are that everyone else will know too. &amp;nbsp;Shiet, especially being Vietnamese, I'm already prone to the stereotype of being crazy. I'm really not. &amp;nbsp;Do what I did, write your psycho thoughts down and then destroy it, or tell your psycho thoughts to your friend. &amp;nbsp;It really makes you feel better.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pickup a new hobby. &amp;nbsp;I actually picked up 2 (including writing again), and have found a new love for both of them.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Friends are great. Lean on them, but you're only allowed about 60 days to talk about him/her otherwise you risk losing your friends if that's who you ever talk about. &amp;nbsp;Granted...I did have a shrink to talk to which helped.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Burn party. Those are fun =). &amp;nbsp;From my conversations with my guy friends,&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;guys do this a LOT more than girls..odd. But nevertheless, a good thing.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all I got for now...I have a few more. &amp;nbsp;But DO read that book, it is freakin hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RITHDZA0IvIZDMcViooCkSjrHpE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RITHDZA0IvIZDMcViooCkSjrHpE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RITHDZA0IvIZDMcViooCkSjrHpE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RITHDZA0IvIZDMcViooCkSjrHpE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, I did. I ghost rode my whip...on TOP of a parking garage. =) &amp;nbsp;Kids, don't try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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It actually took 2 tries to finally film it - the first time I was chasing my car because I didn't anticipate how fast it would go on Drive. &amp;nbsp;But here it is!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3JUHjYD05KvG4s0EsrIQThf8nE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3JUHjYD05KvG4s0EsrIQThf8nE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3JUHjYD05KvG4s0EsrIQThf8nE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t3JUHjYD05KvG4s0EsrIQThf8nE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To eliminate cleaning your bathtub as often, always keep a scrubber in your tub. I'm all about efficiency: washing your hair while walking around with the scrubber underneath your foot kills a lot of time...and grime.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tuna pasta salad is the way to go, or rice with some type of meat I can season real quick and throw on a pan. I choose not to cook most of the time because it wastes time and energy. Use your energy elsewhere.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Quaker Oats is badass. &amp;nbsp;For $4, you can have a hearty breakfast for about 2 months.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Never take your Mother's relationship advice because she'll always have the last word in no matter how crazy her advices are, and it usually goes something like this, "&lt;i&gt;and THAT is why you're still single!&lt;/i&gt;" Seriously? There's no correlation, but it makes a good jab in the face.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you live in an apartment like I do, make sure you keep your voice down, I hate waking up in the middle of the night to my neighbor saying, "&lt;i&gt;Get the Fuck out of my house you bitch!!! I fucking hate you!&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;It really makes me uncomfortable when I walk down stairs and I see you next to your girl.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Speaking of which, it does provide my roommate and I some type of CSI entertainment as we both get down on our floor and place our ears on the carpet to make sure he's not beating her up. &amp;nbsp;I don't think he has yet because we haven't heard her get punched.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When a girl ignores you, she probably isn't interested. So get over it and move on to someone who cares enough.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When a guy ignores you, he probably isn't interested.&amp;nbsp;So get over it and move on to someone who cares enough.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Life is super short, so hang out with people you actually like. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No matter how much your parents pissed you off, they're always going to be the one that will take you in. &amp;nbsp;And with my Mother, she will allow me to sit in a fetal position in her lap for a short amount of time before she throws me off because I'm too heavy for her 5'1" frame. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Part -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of socially awkward, I think Charlyne Yi, Michael Cera, Seth Rogan, Jonah Hill, etc. are awesome and are pretty easy to relate to...except that they make money/bank on being themselves... what a career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a funny YouTube of Dirty Dancing by Channing Tatum and Charlyne Yi...it cracks me up lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpHQLKK_qQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpHQLKK_qQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-6987454761932751612?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/-m1npuvbr7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6987454761932751612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/89-hug-rejection-and-other-awkward_10.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/6987454761932751612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/6987454761932751612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/-m1npuvbr7A/89-hug-rejection-and-other-awkward_10.html" title="#89: Hug Rejection and other Awkward Stories" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/89-hug-rejection-and-other-awkward_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQn8zfSp7ImA9WxFVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-1774239168774195877</id><published>2010-06-08T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:05:13.185-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T23:05:13.185-05:00</app:edited><title>#88: ChickenAndKetchup.com</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma1tFr1VJUEtK4cH3at5JZoh0Xc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma1tFr1VJUEtK4cH3at5JZoh0Xc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma1tFr1VJUEtK4cH3at5JZoh0Xc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma1tFr1VJUEtK4cH3at5JZoh0Xc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've always wanted my own domain name...ever since, well, ever since the internet was invented by Al Gore. &amp;nbsp;And last Sunday, I did just that, I bought my own domain name:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ketchup.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now a lot of people have asked why on Earth did I do that, and the answer is simple - it's because I could. That's pretty much it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after that purchase, I started thinking about how I would utilize that site and it dawned on me that I should get the opinions of my friends, fellow bloggers, and readers. &amp;nbsp;Obviously, some of the ideas that one of my friends suggested ain't going to fly, like making it a porn site. &amp;nbsp;That just sounds gross when it comes to chickenandketchup....the imagery...you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know for a fact that ChickenAndKetchup.com will be the continuation of this current blog (if you type in chickenandketchup.com, it'll drive it back here), but I wanted to make this site a bit more robust. &amp;nbsp;So I'm putting it out here to my readers...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What type of content would YOU like to see from ChickenAndKetchup.com?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some ideas that I have:&lt;br /&gt;
- Have funny contributing writers each week&lt;br /&gt;
- Funny local videos&lt;br /&gt;
- Calendar of events&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please comment on this post with some of your ideas. Thanks! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-1774239168774195877?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/I7WUMPCelik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1774239168774195877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/88-chickenandketchupcom.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/1774239168774195877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/1774239168774195877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/I7WUMPCelik/88-chickenandketchupcom.html" title="#88: ChickenAndKetchup.com" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/88-chickenandketchupcom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHQH8ycSp7ImA9WxFWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-352933655757292840</id><published>2010-06-07T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:48:51.199-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-07T23:48:51.199-05:00</app:edited><title>#87: Mascara and Memorial Park Part 2</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElLO2boTGWV4iDC68Bas-TnDtm8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElLO2boTGWV4iDC68Bas-TnDtm8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKVO8dJH0LQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKVO8dJH0LQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My sister posted this on my Facebook page yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Every time I watch it, I catch something else to laugh about. &amp;nbsp;Watch, you won't be disappointed, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Memorial Park Part 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone knows, especially my roommate Esme, that I HATE to run. But because I was going to be late to my class and needed to get a workout in before another busy week, I decided that it was now or never when it came to working out this week. So I put on my running shoes and hit the damn trail for the second time this year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But to my surprise, I found it a bit more pleasant...and amusing. &amp;nbsp;Here's what I saw on the trail as I attempted to run (I actually walked the last half of it...fail):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male Tramp Stamp&lt;/b&gt; -As I walked behind this young man, he took off his shirt, and, thus, revealed a tattoo on his lower back...aka a male version of a tramp stamp. &amp;nbsp;It looked like a tribal butterfly at first glance, but then I sped walked as close as I could to examine it, and it still looked like a butterfly to me...but I guess I can see where it looks like a scorpion.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny Runners&lt;/b&gt; - Some people just run funny, that is all. Especially those pigeon toed ones. I just giggle. &amp;nbsp; Hey,&amp;nbsp;I run funny too, I drag my feet because I have flat feet (see blog #-2, yes, that's before I started numbering them for easier reference).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Undercover Shoe Sellers &lt;/b&gt;- as I walked by this SUV I noticed about 20 pairs of athletic shoes perfectly lined up in his car...LOL. I'll take one for $30.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-352933655757292840?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/6EWg-KtFgPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/352933655757292840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/87-mascara-and-memorial-park-part-2.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/352933655757292840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/352933655757292840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/6EWg-KtFgPU/87-mascara-and-memorial-park-part-2.html" title="#87: Mascara and Memorial Park Part 2" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/87-mascara-and-memorial-park-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCQ3g5eCp7ImA9WxFWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-3311699605094422456</id><published>2010-06-04T01:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:31:02.620-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-04T11:31:02.620-05:00</app:edited><title>#86: No $ex = "Twin Bed" Song</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;
If y'all didn't show up to Rogue Improv tonight, you missed out on some amazing standup! We laughed, we cried laughing, and we gasped. &amp;nbsp;And per usual, we ended with a longform improv. Thank you to EVERYONE who came out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I performed my newest song, &lt;i&gt;"Twin Bed (aka No $ex)"&lt;/i&gt; tonight for the first time. Hope y'all enjoy the video, messups included.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;
Wake up on the morning on my twin size bed&lt;br /&gt;
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My feet hangs off, I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;
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A shitty way to wake up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before I leave take a look at my childhood bed, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No wonder I get no ass because of its size&lt;br /&gt;
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Twin Bed, I love you&lt;br /&gt;
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You always keep me single&lt;br /&gt;
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Twin bed, I give up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s just you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Twin Bed, 26&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sees my bed and he says…NooOoOO, NooOOo&lt;br /&gt;
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Ain’t got a big girls bed, but I got plenty of beer&lt;br /&gt;
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Ain’t got no money in my pockets, that’s why I still sleep there&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes the dudes are lining up because they think I have swagger,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then they see my bed and say sayonara! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Twin Bed, I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You always keep me single&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Twin bed, I give up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s just you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Twin Bed, 26&lt;br /&gt;
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He sees my bed and he says…NooOoOO, NooOOo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-3311699605094422456?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/k-TbQs8RK4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3311699605094422456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/86-no-ex-twin-bed-song.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3311699605094422456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/3311699605094422456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/k-TbQs8RK4Y/86-no-ex-twin-bed-song.html" title="#86: No $ex = &quot;Twin Bed&quot; Song" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/86-no-ex-twin-bed-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FRHg5fCp7ImA9WxFWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-3661553322435613118</id><published>2010-06-03T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:10:15.624-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-03T00:10:15.624-05:00</app:edited><title>#85: LIVE Blog - be a part of it! ROGUE IMPROV</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-muEEBLVhyg9_vimxL8oBoVHTqM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-muEEBLVhyg9_vimxL8oBoVHTqM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-muEEBLVhyg9_vimxL8oBoVHTqM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-muEEBLVhyg9_vimxL8oBoVHTqM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dun dun dun... my everyday experiences and thoughts are often written in this blog, but what if I can take it LIVE and include my readers?!&lt;br /&gt;
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We will call it a &lt;b&gt;LLOG&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Be a part of Tawn's LLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rogueimprov.com/"&gt;RogueImprov.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And tomorrow is &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; chance to be there with some of the funniest people in Houston - ROGUE IMPROV. &amp;nbsp;We will have an open mic night at Avant Garden for the very first time, and then will follow it up with what you see us do every week on stage - good ole longform improv.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's the biggest &lt;b&gt;turn-off&lt;/b&gt;? &amp;nbsp;Guys who have Asian Fetish, aka Yellow Fever. &amp;nbsp;Some may find it endearing, I, on the other hand, do not like it. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, when guys who have symptoms of what is known to be Yellow Fever, I can somehow see their thought bubble right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it because of all the Asian porns they've been watching? I don't know, but whatever it is, I don't like it. Anyway, back to my story...&lt;br /&gt;
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So I'm in Austin this weekend, and our group went to Rabbit's in East 6th to see Brenda's friend's band play. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, it's a cute outdoor venue and we grab a table to enjoy the jazzy/blues/contemporary music. &amp;nbsp;After they're done playing, Ferrell goes over to the band and starts talking to them. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I'm trying to wave Ferrell down so that he can come over and hangout/drink with us when he's done. &amp;nbsp;Mind you, Ferrell is at least 15 yards away, and I can't really scream so I start being silly and do my SOS wave. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, my SOS signal got&amp;nbsp;misinterpreted&amp;nbsp;by the guy that is sitting at a table in front of Ferrell. &amp;nbsp;He thought I was motioning him over to talk to me, and after I suddenly realized this happened, this white dude (we'll call him Undergraduate Asian Studies, you'll see as you read as to why I named him this) walks over and says in a confident and manly voice:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hi there. So you couldn't have just walked over and said hi?"&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course, I responded:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Actually, I was waving to him {pointed to Ferrell, who was walking up behind him}."&lt;br /&gt;
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UAS: "Oh, well, this is embarrassing."&lt;br /&gt;
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And true to form, my good friend Ferrell says (knowing ALL too well that this whole scene will later on be used for their entertainment):&lt;br /&gt;
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"What is your name? Why don't you join us!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Freaking Ferrell...I swear. &amp;nbsp;So I slapped on a smile because I didn't want to seem rude to this guy who was already embarrassed at the fact that he misinterpreted my SOS wave, and of course he sat down next to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a quick play by play:&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;
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UAS: I'm an undergrad student at UT, actually, I'll be graduating next semester&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: (umm...first he's already too young) oh, ok. That's cool. &amp;nbsp;What are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;
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UAS: Asian Studies&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: (uh o, already a sign that I don't really like). Oh, I see, that's cool. I was Asian American Studies and Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;
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UAS: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then the conversation kind of went downhill from there with him saying the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So how do you feel about being a 2nd Generation Asian American.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Traditional culture versus new age ever changing culture.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I like Asian culture I find it fascinating.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;My thoughts at the moment&lt;/i&gt; - Dude, I just want to enjoy my beer and bullshit with my friends, not talk about a dissertation you're about to write. &amp;nbsp;I have no interest in that at this moment. Stop trying to relate to me by pulling in all of your 5 page, double spaced Asian Studies essays you've ever written to try to relate to me because I don't want to talk about it. &amp;nbsp;Let me pull out my higher education, vocab for what we call this entire scenario on your assumptions about me: exoticism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I attempted to say the dumbest things I could think of because I didn't want to talk anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then....it went on to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where are you from? Houston? Oh, I'm from there, I hate it there. You look like you're from Austin.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;So what do you look for in a guy? Humor? That's so generic.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;What do you think I look for in a girl?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;My thoughts:&lt;/i&gt; Does it matter what I think? I just want to drink my beer.... I'm going to hit Ferrell.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to randomness: here's a funny image from Rabbit's. &amp;nbsp;Interpret as you please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/TASS9S0KvEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cBLEQT4abLA/s1600/P5280057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/TASS9S0KvEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cBLEQT4abLA/s320/P5280057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-248145379013436978?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/EJCpSsKZGY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/248145379013436978/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/84-warning-yellow-fever-please-dont.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/248145379013436978?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/248145379013436978?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/EJCpSsKZGY8/84-warning-yellow-fever-please-dont.html" title="#84: Warning: Yellow Fever, Please don't." /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/TASPEDxf94I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZixwDPH1R48/s72-c/P5310109.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/84-warning-yellow-fever-please-dont.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINSHszeyp7ImA9WxFXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-4851009665736578074</id><published>2010-05-26T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:16:39.583-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T01:16:39.583-05:00</app:edited><title>#83: I will give you the Bird!...kinda...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yV6LAhhGc5EWCaW7AN5D2Y8k8EQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yV6LAhhGc5EWCaW7AN5D2Y8k8EQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yV6LAhhGc5EWCaW7AN5D2Y8k8EQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yV6LAhhGc5EWCaW7AN5D2Y8k8EQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm passive aggressive, non-confrontational, yet at the same time, I have a really short temper.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not a great combination if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take for example, my driving. &amp;nbsp;I literally flick people off every day I drive, but you'll never see me actually doing it. &amp;nbsp;That is, if you're in the car next to me. Secretly, I'm flicking you off under my car's steering wheel because I sure don't want to piss off the wrong person who might shoot me. &amp;nbsp;Hey, it's Houston, it can happen! &lt;br /&gt;
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Yea, that's all I have to say for today. I'm a wuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-4851009665736578074?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/oAM1tv9Qs9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4851009665736578074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/83-i-will-give-you-birdkinda.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/4851009665736578074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/4851009665736578074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/oAM1tv9Qs9M/83-i-will-give-you-birdkinda.html" title="#83: I will give you the Bird!...kinda..." /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/83-i-will-give-you-birdkinda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCQHs4cSp7ImA9WxFXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-5848159392958922135</id><published>2010-05-24T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:24:21.539-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T23:24:21.539-05:00</app:edited><title>#82: Cosmetic surgery - What did you say to me?!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WLnjGx9ahrXqq8PErKDsW496sRk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WLnjGx9ahrXqq8PErKDsW496sRk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WLnjGx9ahrXqq8PErKDsW496sRk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WLnjGx9ahrXqq8PErKDsW496sRk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are some tidbits about me if you don't already know me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I'm normally out and about and get to meet really unique folks randomly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I'm small busted (See Blog #31). C'mon people, it's no secret.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this weekend, a friend comes over to me while I was out and about and said, "Tawn, you need to meet this person, this could be an opportunity for us to form a business partnership, and we could possibly get some type of funding, because XYZ hapened last time...yada yada yada."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agreed, and the introductions started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of all the noise in the background, I only caught a few words here and there, but the gist of the conversation was that he was a plastic surgeon here in Houston who has his own practice (good for him and I'm definitely not taking anything away from a man being an entrepreneur and making his greens).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, the last line that I heard was, &lt;b&gt;"Ya, so you should definitely stop by my office sometimes."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERRR?! What did he just say? (My head was filled with all these thoughts - that weren't really nice to say aloud).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said out loud (and&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;it was loud enough where my friend even heard me say it), and I quote...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Stop by your office? And do what?! Say hi?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that my friend, was the end of that conversation. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't going to continue a conversation with a man that just invited me into his office for a visit - ain't no permanent marker going to be marking me up with lines and hashes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhoo, half of this blog would probably need to be transitioned into the other blog that I write (which I barely write...sorry!!), &lt;a href="http://www.storiesbytawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stories by Tawn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really love Dove's Beauty Campaign, and the first Youtube really hit home because I know many of us went through/continue to go through it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ei6JvK0W60I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ei6JvK0W60I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-5848159392958922135?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/CEocjejxtoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5848159392958922135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/82-cosmetic-surgery-what-did-you-say-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/5848159392958922135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/5848159392958922135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/CEocjejxtoM/82-cosmetic-surgery-what-did-you-say-to.html" title="#82: Cosmetic surgery - What did you say to me?!" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/82-cosmetic-surgery-what-did-you-say-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQXozfip7ImA9WxFXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-6133465573293361663</id><published>2010-05-20T01:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:43:00.486-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T01:43:00.486-05:00</app:edited><title>Blog #81: The Cops, Again...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69hxQO46kiOK_FeZomLw2c95TWA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69hxQO46kiOK_FeZomLw2c95TWA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69hxQO46kiOK_FeZomLw2c95TWA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69hxQO46kiOK_FeZomLw2c95TWA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I swear, I'm 5 for 5 now. &amp;nbsp;Each month, I've encounter cops one way or another...and right now, I am sitting in my room waiting for HPD to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I rolled home about 30 minutes (I'm probably going to publish this WAY after I wrote it) ago and couldn't find my usual parking so I parked a little bit further than normal and noticed that the wheels were missing from this nice luxury car parked next to me. &amp;nbsp;Which I thought was odd since it was perched on 2 bricks. &amp;nbsp;And of course nosy me goes to the other side of the car and noticed that the other side of wheels were missing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;With that being said, there are only 2 scenarios I could see...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A) Someone stole their wheels because it's a nice car&lt;br /&gt;
B) The owner is fixing his/her wheels and took it all off and I might look like a dumbass reporting it to the police.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hence...the &lt;b&gt;internal debate&lt;/b&gt; started and I tweeted about it because that's quite a walk that I have to take to my apartment and if I get mugged or killed...at least I tweeted about it and everyone knows my situation instead of my dialing 911 where no one would know what had happened to me if a bad person snatched me away? Ya, my logic is pretty screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I am sitting in my room waiting for the police to call for me to come downstairs and report it. I'm sleepy...I'm going to sleep, they have my number.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-6133465573293361663?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/IGVRKr9vprY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6133465573293361663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-81-cops-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/6133465573293361663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/6133465573293361663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/IGVRKr9vprY/blog-81-cops-again.html" title="Blog #81: The Cops, Again..." /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-81-cops-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YAQnY-eip7ImA9WxFXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89698321732337807.post-9134532915594116478</id><published>2010-05-17T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:59:03.852-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-18T08:59:03.852-05:00</app:edited><title>Vlog #80: "Facebook Stalker" (Tune of Paparazzi by Lady Gaga)</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/enjZp45iJ6veUybqR6DVVZZF2dQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/enjZp45iJ6veUybqR6DVVZZF2dQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/enjZp45iJ6veUybqR6DVVZZF2dQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/enjZp45iJ6veUybqR6DVVZZF2dQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So here we are again for another Vlog my friends. &amp;nbsp;I hope y'all enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We loggin in&lt;br /&gt;
We s-searching you&lt;br /&gt;
Got my mouse on your pic&lt;br /&gt;
Need to Like your status&lt;br /&gt;
It's so magical&lt;br /&gt;
Staring at your Facebook Wall&lt;br /&gt;
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Photos of you&lt;br /&gt;
Are you still single?&lt;br /&gt;
Can't find that info&lt;br /&gt;
But the photos I see&lt;br /&gt;
Who the hell is she?!&lt;br /&gt;
Going to her Facebook Page&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;
I will friend you until you love me&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook, Facebook Stalker&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I'll read up on your info&lt;br /&gt;
You know that I'll be your&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook, Facebook Stalker&lt;br /&gt;
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You will never know&lt;br /&gt;
I check up on you and your wall comments&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I bookmarked you&lt;br /&gt;
Check you out on the daily&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook, Facebook Stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89698321732337807-9134532915594116478?l=thinh-tawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~4/6qjiP1_HEa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9134532915594116478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/vlog-80-facebook-stalker-tune-of.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/9134532915594116478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89698321732337807/posts/default/9134532915594116478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DailyHeadFarts/~3/6qjiP1_HEa4/vlog-80-facebook-stalker-tune-of.html" title="Vlog #80: &quot;Facebook Stalker&quot; (Tune of Paparazzi by Lady Gaga)" /><author><name>Thinh (Tawn) Le</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18151742842914906833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKn1IooSEDI/Sr8QeIssChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BaiVQWLWELA/s1600-R/thinh_tawn_profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thinh-tawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/vlog-80-facebook-stalker-tune-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

