<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685</id><updated>2011-07-16T00:13:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bearnescities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-6365639224103953409</id><published>2008-02-17T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:19:53.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goals</title><content type='html'>My week is like this&lt;br /&gt; rock climbing and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I need to step it up and make it more thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to set myself goals and accomplish them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-6365639224103953409?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/6365639224103953409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=6365639224103953409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6365639224103953409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6365639224103953409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2008/02/goals.html' title='goals'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-5233852068659206486</id><published>2008-02-16T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:14:43.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>redbull</title><content type='html'>Yesturday, I was alone on the bus, on my way to work. The bus driver was asking random people questions. Then it was finally my turn. I was the intergatee. As he asked me where i was heading. He asked if i could get him a red bull from seven eleven.  The bus driver seemed like a nice person so I said I would. He literly pulled out his wallet and had a twenty. I looked at the bill then someone came on the bus and he said oh forget about it.&lt;br /&gt; I honestly would have done it,  those bus drivers put heart and soul into getting poeple around. Its about time they get pay back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-5233852068659206486?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/5233852068659206486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=5233852068659206486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/5233852068659206486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/5233852068659206486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2008/02/redbull.html' title='redbull'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-7458278632448540819</id><published>2008-02-08T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:47:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making Pesto sauce the hard way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cutting basil with a butcher knife &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My vision has created a false creation. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The butcher knife has become a dagger&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I try to scrub off the green mush off my hands&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Off, off damn spot &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not even oxi clean would do &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nature is dead, and wicked dreams are alive &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My troubles are gone&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I go, my pesto is nearly done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-7458278632448540819?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/7458278632448540819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=7458278632448540819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7458278632448540819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7458278632448540819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-pesto-sauce-hard-way.html' title='making Pesto sauce the hard way'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-155508404025527318</id><published>2008-02-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:37:51.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe is like rock climbing</title><content type='html'>Life is like rock climbing.   You just have to climb to the top. The good thing about rock climbing is that there is always someone there to hold the rope just incase the climber looses their grip. Making it to the top is the hard part especially when my fingers are worn out and my imagination goes in vertigo mode.  Its a long way down and I dont want to go down that way, I just want to go further up till the smack the top of the climb and feel the great sense of victory.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple, suddenly when its back to reality its alot harder then it is imagined. For me there are alot of obsticles in the way. Obsticals being having to pay off my loan, finding a perfect job or having a friend to talk to you when you need one.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like the obsticals cabn be obliberated if I just focus on obliberating it completely.  Sounds so simple just like climbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-155508404025527318?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/155508404025527318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=155508404025527318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/155508404025527318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/155508404025527318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-like-rock-climbing.html' title='LIfe is like rock climbing'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-790200714084219878</id><published>2007-11-27T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:35:37.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I speak whale</title><content type='html'>Whooooooopiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Philly here I come. For the next week or so I ll be the set up designer assitant for a film that my sister's friend is doing. Sounds pretty exciting. In just a few hours I ll be speeding away on the china bus to the land of philly steaks. While I m there I m definantly checking out the Mutter Museum and the Atwater Museum. Two musuesms that I discovered by actually reading the travel guides at the place that sells paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of the place that sells paper, I have been getting fustrated alot, especially with older employees. Like today this new lady that has issues saw this lady w a dog come in the store.  I was dealing with the lady and her dog. And the new employee decides to talk to the dog. Not that the dog understands but this employee was doing it right over my checkstand and I had the hardest time hearing the lady talk. So when the lady left I told the new employee dont do that again especially if I am talkign to someone cuz I cant hear.  Instead of just saying ok I get it, she went onn pouting how I shouldnt say DONT to her and it was rude.   At this point I dont care what  this person thinks.  I am going to move on. Its ridiculously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters I got three people hired at the place that sells plastic, the cool thing I get commission. I was really happy when they hired my friend that lives in Ca at the store over there.  I just hope he doesnt mess it up. As I know managers there give less hours to employees when they notice that they are not working to thier standards. People at this place expect the highest from their employess.  I ve tried explaining it to him, because I noticed they cut his hours out of the blue. This is nt a good sign but there is not much I can do. Perhaps he isnt mature enough for the job as I thought he would be.  However I trust that the place that sells plastic will work with him on improving his problem.. well at least I hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week a go, I was at my cousins and this dude was there and had to get a liver transplant, I think he is extremely lucky because it was coming from his daughter. When I was there I got tot speak to him, and I noticed how he was down. I told him how positive attitudes have an effect on peoples lives especially when they were sick. He aggreed.  As far as I have heard the transplant went well.  Im sure he is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters, I am trying to figure out what I want to do with my life in general. Im definantly thinking of quiting the paper store and just workign at the place that sells plastic even though I dont get enuf hours there. ANd just work on my movie. However for me to get my movie in action I need money for props, softwear, actiors, and time. So  im inbetween thinking if I should just quit it and look for a temp job. I m just so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I need to improve on things like making excuses everytime I havea problem. So instead of making an excuse I should face my problem and work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cool things are going on.. in two weeks everyone in my family is coming home for Christmas,  which means no more having to make my own dinners or deal w the renters in the basment. Then im prolly going to take three weeks off in Jan to help my sisters fam in Ca move from their apt to their new house..... EXCITING. I m starting to notice a pattern. Everytime my sisters move I am called.  I wonder if they ll all come and help me when I move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog blog blog now for some sleep before I leave on  bus. One week of fun instead of working.  WHOOOOOOOOPIIIIIIIIE good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-790200714084219878?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/790200714084219878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=790200714084219878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/790200714084219878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/790200714084219878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-speak-whale.html' title='I speak whale'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-9087239986292064594</id><published>2007-09-11T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T06:31:28.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintin strikes back</title><content type='html'>@ the place that sells paper I had the great aquantance of meeting a friend of the guy who directed the documentary Tintin et moi.  I gave him my address so he could send me an autograph.. I vunder if he ll do it. I hope so!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This person at the place that sells paper brought this book. It cracked me up to the point of no return. A Star Wars cook book, here are some of their recipies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wookie Cookies&lt;br /&gt;The Han Burger&lt;br /&gt;Jedi  Juice Pops&lt;br /&gt;Tusken Raider Tarts&lt;br /&gt;Dark Side Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Yoda Soda&lt;br /&gt; Jawa Jive Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;Skywalker Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;Mos Elsley Norsells&lt;br /&gt;C3pO Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Princess Leila Danish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have no idea how much this cracked me up. I would make a great Christmas present for any Star wars fan. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I am a  trekie not a star wars fan.&lt;br /&gt;May the power be w you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-9087239986292064594?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/9087239986292064594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=9087239986292064594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/9087239986292064594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/9087239986292064594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/09/tintin-strikes-back.html' title='Tintin strikes back'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-6609980232772166255</id><published>2007-09-08T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:04:24.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 - 11</title><content type='html'>There I was @ the place that sells paper. Me and a certain  employee were preparing for close.  A really well off customer walked in and wanted to buy a sandwich.  I asked if she wanted  a drink with it here is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me - do you want something to drink, like a coffee&lt;br /&gt; Well off lady -  No I dont want your coffee, I dont trust your coffee. As a matter of fact I dont trust your coffee, I dont trust Starbucks coffee either. I rather  drink at 7  - 11.&lt;br /&gt; Me -   I take it you want your sandwich to go then.&lt;br /&gt;Well off lady - yes I would, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yo lady, if you dont like our stuff then dont shop at our store . Our coffee is awesome.  Shun the non believers, SHUN THEM&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-6609980232772166255?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/6609980232772166255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=6609980232772166255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6609980232772166255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6609980232772166255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-11.html' title='7 - 11'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-3623996225929089643</id><published>2007-09-03T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:51:22.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great FALLS</title><content type='html'>Me and a group of deafies from gally decided to spend the day rock climbing at great falls. Great falls is the place to be. Apparently one of my friends is starting an outdoor club at gally and asked me to come because  he knew I loved going there. The trip went well until the end.&lt;br /&gt; No.. there were no bear attacks or crazy people falling off cliffs. &lt;br /&gt;It started  pretty much after I decided to pitch in and carry ropes back to the parking lot with everyone else.  So as I leave I see one of the guys that is w us leaves so I am like I ll follow him. So I start following him and i notice I am starting to fallll behind. Suddenly tony is gone and I am like what the heck. So I see a hiker go by and I dont have my hearing aids on ( I didnt think I should wear them especially if i am doing serious climbing ). So I explain that I cant hear and I need him to point to the parking lot. The guy points in the direction that I need to be in.. and I am on my way. However when I get there the parking lot looks completely different from the parking lot I was first in.  So I think maybe I should head back and go a different way.  I  end up going in a circle.  So I head back to the parking lot and try to see if there might be another one near by. But there isnt one !!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;Now I am getting really concerned knowing that my friends  might have already started a search and rescue effort ( think baywatch, Rescue 911, Cold cases ).  In the mist of all the tourist I happen to see a ranger.  I explained my situation and he walks me to a parking lot that is about a mile down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping its the right parking lot,  I see Paul one of the guys run up to me and  is like where  the heck did you go.. I explain my story.. only to find out a search party is in progress. Since we are all out on the middle of the forrest there is no phone reception. So two by two  the people in my group come back.. I feel really  bad because they  all went out to look for me and were concerned  that I might have fallen off a cliff.  Im glad that they went out of their way to look for me thats for sure !&lt;br /&gt; Pictures from trip coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-3623996225929089643?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/3623996225929089643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=3623996225929089643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/3623996225929089643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/3623996225929089643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-falls.html' title='Great FALLS'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-4009281921109199477</id><published>2007-08-30T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:35:47.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THe E y e of the TIGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/RtZxStYnb-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pFMYHQh0l2Q/s1600-h/011_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/RtZxStYnb-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pFMYHQh0l2Q/s320/011_11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104391793905463266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So the internet went down, and I called verizon. Apparnetly they are messed up so I called up my bro in law. This dude can work magic. We spent two long nights working on resolving the conflict. In addition we got the wireless working in the basement. If the renters are happy, I am extremely happy. I have been up and have to be at work in two hours, its  three thirty am. I just know if I fall asleep I wont wake up  ( well who wouldn't). i guess now I feel victory, like Rocky Balboa. Note how the sun is shinning on me!&lt;br /&gt;My plan now is to go to work, stock shelves untill two then climb all evening. Then of course I am going to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I should make a mental note to buy arizona ice tea. It actually works well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-4009281921109199477?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/4009281921109199477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=4009281921109199477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/4009281921109199477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/4009281921109199477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-y-e-of-tiger.html' title='THe E y e of the TIGER'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/RtZxStYnb-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pFMYHQh0l2Q/s72-c/011_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-605885933858821666</id><published>2007-08-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:47:40.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my MAD whitewater kayaking  skills and the China Bus</title><content type='html'>Today is Aug 21st 2007. That will be my first observation for the day. It seems as if time flies so fast and it s nearly impossible to catch up.&lt;br /&gt; At this moment I am recovering from a sweet day of whitewater kayaking.  Spinning in the waves  was sooo sweet, I did  two rolls and it shot my anderline sky high. I was  happy I had a nose  plug on, the last time I rolled, I got water  up my nose and it took a while to get back it back to normal.&lt;br /&gt; After the trip, I think the one thing I want to improve my brace,  since thats where feel out of my comfort zone. Its like being thrown off a pirate ship with weights attached to your feet. In my situation its more like being attached to the boat, and knowing while you are under you are going down stream.  Another thing  would be not to wear a cotton shirt, I out of all people should know this. Even thought the water was warm, the air was cold. And  wearing a cotton shirt lowers the body temp, which makes its  colder.  A feeling you dont want to have, when you are crashing waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ll be adding pictures of the trip soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The China Bus Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The China Bus is the way to go when you want to get to philly for only 15 dollars. Yes,  you read that right.   They make you feel right at home with their sign that says&lt;br /&gt; " we are not response, for your belongings" And yes you read that right as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mission was to get there and help my sister move her stuff.  It was a sweet deal. There are three things to do in Philly: 1. cheese steak sandwich, 2. run the public libary stairs, 3. eat water ice cream. I did number 2.  While number 1 and 3 I m putting them on hold for next time.  I had a great time,  and would like to complete another bike trip, while i am there. The trip ended up w a  five mile walk home because my sister's room mate had a flat. And we decided we should all walk back together. I did not agree w this, but I had to make it look like I was a nice brother so I walked. Furthermore, it wouldnt make a good impression on the room mate either. Such as gentleman, arent you Paulus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-605885933858821666?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/605885933858821666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=605885933858821666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/605885933858821666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/605885933858821666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-mad-whitewater-kayaking-skills-and.html' title='my MAD whitewater kayaking  skills and the China Bus'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-1632211583319679498</id><published>2007-07-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:29:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arry pothead</title><content type='html'>Yep, I worked on harry potter night. I got the greatest task of them all. Taking the Potter books out of the box and distributing them.  Fun stuff !  At the end of the chaos, I was at info and had to answer  phones at two am.  One caller tried to bribe me into buying her a Potter book because the store was closed. She offered me a disclosed sum of money. I dont think I am going to reveal whether I took the bribe or not. Either way, it was funny that someone would actually ask me that.&lt;br /&gt; I m glad the weekend is finally over, its my day off and I am going to finish the potter book and find out what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other matters the store that sells paper called me and informed me that I won the jellybean count.  I dont think I can eat 1,078 Jelly beans so I called them back and said to give my Jellybeans to the runner up. I would feel better if I  knew someone else was out there that got a peice of the harry potter mania history as well. i got  my dosage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Back to reading potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-1632211583319679498?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/1632211583319679498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=1632211583319679498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1632211583319679498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1632211583319679498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/07/arry-pothead.html' title='Arry pothead'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-2793937168427005111</id><published>2007-07-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:34:04.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the east coast to the west coast and back</title><content type='html'>me and Sarah &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/Rp7pNjTApsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/usfXOIAaqiE/s1600-h/Wedding+with+Paul+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/Rp7pNjTApsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/usfXOIAaqiE/s320/Wedding+with+Paul+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088761047997785794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/Rp7pNzTAptI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F0juEbm6ZTg/s1600-h/Wedding+with+Paul+039.jpg"&gt; me and zaki&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/Rp7pNzTAptI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F0juEbm6ZTg/s320/Wedding+with+Paul+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088761052292753106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a crazy two weeks. Just a week ago I went to  my  friend's zaki's wedding. Everything was great, the food, the dancing, the music even my friend Sarah who went with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition I was really glad I went,  I had not seen  zaki in like fifteen  years.  I think I am begning to relize how time flies. It was only fifteen years ago that I lived in Jordan and was in high school. now I ve graduated and trying to find a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to seeing Zaki,  I saw suzzanne who I had not seen either in ten years.  We were able to catch up on old times, which was great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great part of the trip was being able to give advice to this kid I know named keith. Well he isnt a kid but he is about to be a college freshman. I am reminded of the words of my sister who once told me while I was in college that she wished she was still in college.  Now I was saying this  to kieth. By the way, those who dont know this kid. He has charge syndrome, but like me that hasnt stopped him from  going out there  and finding a college to go  to. This kid wants to get a phd. Now thats impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the trip ending, I am back  in DC where I am continuing to work at the place that sells plastic and the other place that sells paper.   The basement is being rented out by some cool people and it looks like I have the whole tow floors to my self.   I think I should plan a party. Anyone interested ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-2793937168427005111?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/2793937168427005111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=2793937168427005111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/2793937168427005111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/2793937168427005111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-east-coast-to-west-coast-and-back.html' title='From the east coast to the west coast and back'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgWmDdKpu20/Rp7pNjTApsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/usfXOIAaqiE/s72-c/Wedding+with+Paul+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-2766783045053404337</id><published>2007-06-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:45:21.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From here to there, from there to here</title><content type='html'>My sister is gone, the house is a total mess, and my mom is coming back on Thursday. This is good and this is bad. So I need to pull a Mission Impossible Plan and get the place back in order. That is the yard, the kitchen etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are some of the many things that I have done this week that I think deserved to be blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -  I got drenched in a rainstorm, wearing my REI rain jacket I was well prepared. But my sneakers  were not. I think I ll be buying a new pair soon.   Thank goodness for crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I got my first ever rock climbing shoes, my very own. I am HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   DC and rockville are supposidly huge areas. Well get this, I am at job  one and a lady is like hey you work at that place that sells paper. I am like yeah, that was me.   I m thinkinig, ok this is random. After that I went to the place that sells paper to work, and a lady and her son go through my line and apparently they had met me at the place that makes plastic.  Totally random !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I am actually saving money, and its working. Im getting there!  The temptation of buying things at REI are sooooo hard. I want the bike, I want the kayak, and i want this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -  At the place that sells paper, alot of nice things happened ALL in one day&lt;br /&gt;   * I made a costumer really happy by giving her my copy of  A thousand splendid suns, she came back and told me how happy she was.&lt;br /&gt;  * A kid brought a tintin comic book, she was nine. But hey, tintin rules. Especially if you are nine or 109.&lt;br /&gt;* someone brought mysteries of the unexplained, and was  interested in hearing about my research paper I wrote as a  young college student, which was based on mysteries of the unexplained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -I found a rather inspiring quote by no other than dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”&lt;br /&gt;Dr, seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I watched Rocky Balboa,  I thought it would be good but now I am voting againts the production of sequels.    There are just wrong.. let me illustrate: back to the future 4, Jaws 4, Karate kid 4, Free Willy 4, rush hour 3 etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have to be at work at eight thirty tmr morning, what am I doing up ?  gotta catch some ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt; Good night fellow readers, and godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-2766783045053404337?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/2766783045053404337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=2766783045053404337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/2766783045053404337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/2766783045053404337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-here-to-there-from-there-to-here.html' title='From here to there, from there to here'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-1882527144006574074</id><published>2007-05-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:10:28.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blind old ladies</title><content type='html'>These weeks have been absolutely insane.  There was my birthday dinner, and random stuff at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish not to reveal my age, as I am getting to the fact where i feel old. but I am not there at all. After my dinner w a couple of friends. Me and a particular friend hung out afterwards. Stuff happened, right now I just want to forget it happened.  My particular friend and I talked about it and we decided it would be best just to be friends. I feel good about this, because I would I hate to loose this person as a friend. Lets put it this way, if we dated and broke up, we wouldnt wnat to be friends.&lt;br /&gt; Im going to stop here about this, but its been on my mind alot and I had to vent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At work, there were a series of events that took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;today for example I was at the cash rep w another employee, who is a very patriotic american. This guy went through her line and brought the kite runner. And she was like Its a story about a boy in the Middle east. When the customer left I explained to her there is a big difference between Afghanistan and the Middle East and people are insulted by this.  She went on to say that she did not have to care about it and it didnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Low and behold, there was another customer in my line who was listening in and was like all americans are the same, its a shame dont you think.  I looked at the customer and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  agree its ashame that Americans do nt know their geography,  I could explain it like this. No American would say that America is part of Canada. Thats how it feels when people say stuff about how Afghanistan is part of the Middle East. Im glad that the customer stood her ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that baffled me was this OLD lady, I am saying OLD because she was difinantly old. Well getting to the point, this old lady was in my line and had ordered a book. I am like  Its not back here I ll call the manager. Then she gave me a weird look and said SPEAK english. I was like, I am speaking english. She was like well I cant understnad you, Speak english.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, some people can be rude. but I decided to look at it another way.  She was half blind.. and a person w particial vision would have  sensorial hearing loss.  making them prone to not understanding other people. Even thought I found her remarks offensive I took a deep breath and I just talked to her. Asking how she was, she turned out to be an interesting lady, and I feel bad that she has to go act like that to get what she needs.  And I am sure people take it  for granted that she is a  rude lady,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other matters tmr,  I wonder what kind of poeple I ll meet tmr.  I am starting to notice how customer service can have an affect on where you shop and how you treat people. And it can apply in a lot of different ways. My job where I sell plastic, customer service is vital and its what makes it a great place to shop,    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today francesca is leaving, she is a friend of my sisters.  I am going to miss her great italian cooking. It was the bomb.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; good night world. I have another day of work ahead of me. Enough of the mumbo Jumbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-1882527144006574074?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/1882527144006574074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=1882527144006574074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1882527144006574074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1882527144006574074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/05/blind-old-ladies.html' title='blind old ladies'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-7829035168376398641</id><published>2007-05-26T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:39:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel rather lonely. Its been a long week. I have been keeping a full scheduele at work to avoid being stuck in this situation. Im not happy with it and I feel fustrated with not being able to hang out with people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit working seven days a week at two different jobs is rather tiring, but I really want to pay off my loan so I can get it off my back, and start worrying about other things like finding  a real job and a group of people that I can call friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I figured that this would be important because right now I am living in hell. Going to work then coming back home with nobody to talk to. I could say that I feel deprerssed but I dont want to say it out loud.. hense the blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-7829035168376398641?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/7829035168376398641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=7829035168376398641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7829035168376398641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7829035168376398641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-rather-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-5987432930917455769</id><published>2007-04-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:40:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of story - tony soprano</title><content type='html'>Today was my second day at the place where I sell plastic. Apparently I impressed my manager by selling a membership on my very first transaction. Something that he had never seen done in all the years that he worked there. &lt;br /&gt;Overall its a pretty cool job. The people there are all outdoorsy people and suprisingly trekkie fans as well. Which make me right at home.  One employee there said he would probably still work at the place even after he retired.. I guess now I would too.&lt;br /&gt;At my other job selling paper, I feel that its also I relaxed place as well. Everyone is great to be around. &lt;br /&gt; I have been doing some thinking about having two jobs. My cousin G, brought up a good point.  Why not just work one job full time instead of doing two jobs.  To answer this I think I am still young  and I have the possibility to make money. &lt;br /&gt; My game plan with these two jobs is to pay off all my debts eg loans. Then save like crazy and put a downpayment on an apartment.  Then I ll start looking for a job with a non profit.&lt;br /&gt; the secret is to save money, SAVE SAVE SAVE and Save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-5987432930917455769?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/5987432930917455769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=5987432930917455769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/5987432930917455769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/5987432930917455769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-of-story-tony-soprano.html' title='end of story - tony soprano'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-7606434743456655784</id><published>2007-04-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:12:02.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonderful world of cheese</title><content type='html'>Today I went to work hungry as a bear that just woke up from hibernation. This was a dreadful mistake as I was assigned to work at the cafe. The Cafe is surrounded by all sorts of goodies.. strawberry cheesecake, chocolate cheesecake,  blueberry cheesecake,  strawberry n lemonade smoothies. the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt; I am surprised I made it through with out drooling on any of the food. According to the others, you ll get sick of seeing it after a while. Which is true because all of the stuff is generic and under mass production. Simply put preservatives, sugar, salt and artificial flavors.  And just to think we all get employee discounts...haha.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just a typical day at the cafe, note scrubbing bubble gum off of dishes is purely disgusting.  Just because its georgetown does not mean people can treat us cafe workers like this. But being a manly man that I am, I scrubbed all the dishes anyway. I am an animal!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I have cafe again, I wonder what will happen this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-7606434743456655784?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/7606434743456655784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=7606434743456655784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7606434743456655784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7606434743456655784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderful-world-of-cheese.html' title='the wonderful world of cheese'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-839374564436211312</id><published>2007-04-07T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:53:15.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two birds w one stone</title><content type='html'>For almost six months I was not working, now  I have two jobs.  I decided it would be in my best interest that I protect myself and others by refraining from mentioning the names of businesses I work for. One reason, people can find my  website easily and it could be someone from my work reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I will just say that at one job I sell plastic and the other job I sell paper.  Soon I ll be blogging the endless stories of random customers that come to the store to shop.  One of my friend's mentioned I should probably write a book on my experiences and sell it.  hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stay tuned !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-839374564436211312?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/839374564436211312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=839374564436211312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/839374564436211312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/839374564436211312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-birds-w-one-stone.html' title='Two birds w one stone'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-8038764669935386969</id><published>2007-04-02T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:44:41.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Falls of Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About an hour ago, I was laying on the floor and I grabbed a toilet paper roll to blow my sore nose. As I put my head back, I smashed it onto the corner edge of the radio that was on the floor. I touched my head, and I felt warm blood ooozing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I did what was most important first, I applied pressure with my hand and went to find my mom.  Note, this is one good reason to live w your parents, readers!&lt;br /&gt;My mom said it was a tiny cut and I just would have to  keep my hand on my head for a while, well now it feels like a very long while, I feel fine, but my head does not.&lt;br /&gt;This incident has persuaded me to provide a narration of the many falls of Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some party at my third grade teachers house, we were playing chase w the teacher's husband. I smashed my forhead into the door and ended up in the ER. I think my third grade teacher's husband felt really bad, he kept apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was in Ajloun at my grandmother's place. amd there was this HUGE fig tree. This tree was fun, because it was easy to climb. And what else would you do in a place where you had no tv, you would play ofc. So I am sitting in the tree, and for some reason I fall. fortunantly I fell onto the steps rather then the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me and my cousin fadi, we were running around with our Dad's rifles acting like soldiers. Why our parents let us play w rifles is beyond me.   The rifle was like four times bigger then me and I was carrying it on my back. Apparently i lost my balance and  hit my forhead on a rock and rifle hit the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was on a sesaw ( sp ) w my sister and fell right off. I don't remember what happened w that one. But I remember portions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I went  un -conscienceless for like thirty seconds. I was taunting my bro in law to  wrestle w me and he threw me like a ragged doll and I hit the floor at sixty miles per hour. He wasnt a bit sorry...lessoned learned dont taunt your brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Again me and fadi where  at my cousin hana's house. Fadi was being macho and held me upside down, I was afraid of falling ( who wouldn't ) so I hung onto his pants. He thought I was going to pull them down so he dropped me.  It hurt quite a bit, but as far as I know me and Fadi are still the best of  friends.  We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Caving trip in 2004, I remember writing a whole paper on this. I have to find it and post it. Basically I slipped over a ledge and hit the back of my head then my helmet came off and hit the front of my head.  It was a crazy experience and everyone was shocked that I just got back up and was like I gotta find my glasses.   Amazingly in pitch darkness, someone found them. I still have the glasses and they still work pretty well. After that had happened, we had to keep going. To keep myself going to remembered the motto used by the doc that told my parents that I would never walk, talk or do anything a normal person could. I had to complete the challenge and i did. I ended up w three stitches and spent alot of time having to pee on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am still here today. According to my parents, they have lost count of the falls that I have had. Instead of rushing to my aid, they just throw me a pack of ice and say put some pressure on it. You' ll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From this I have concluded, that there is a purpose for me to be here or I would ve been gone along time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/36332685-8038764669935386969?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/8038764669935386969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=8038764669935386969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/8038764669935386969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/8038764669935386969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/04/many-falls-of-paul.html' title='The Many Falls of Paul'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-1340317063880284319</id><published>2007-04-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:01:59.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool Jokes and sarahsarah</title><content type='html'>On April First 2007, I made an eager attempt to accomplish as many April fool's pranks as possible.  The best one was on my neighbor who very detail oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is how it went down,  seeing that both my nieghbor and her husband were not home. I called her on her cell phone. I explained that I saw a rather large U-haul trunk standing out side of her house. And there were two suspicious people walking out with things like their big screen TV and their dog.  My neighbor was quickly responded, " Paul go out there and get me the license plate number!"  I responded by saying how I don't want to put my life in danger... but I ll do it for the sake of their dog Lindsey.  Not that I care at all for their dog, but it had to be done. So I quickly gave my neighbor the following letters and  numbers A P R I L 1 s t. Then my neighbor said she ll call me back, MISSION accomplished! Seconds later my neighbor called back and said Paul you are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am good, aren't I. However,my sisters room mate did this prank that had all her other room mates going nuts.  All  of my sisters room mates had gone to DC for the Cherry Blossom Festival except for Dan. Dan had work and was upset that he couldnt go w them. In revenges he decided to  remove all the light bulbs for their apt.  That totally beats the best prank of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving from April fools pranks, my friend Sarah flew into DC for an interview at GW for Grad school. From everthing she told me,  it sure makes me motivated to get out there and get an awesome job. Thus I am going to try harder in my job search. Also I sent my resume to my proff who said Ishould make some changes, which I seem to agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition sarah and I had a blast, even though we walked, and walked and walked and walked from the Mall in downtown DC to Georgetown.  At night we ended up meeting her friend at the Diner ( best Resutrant in DC people ). And he told us all these hilarious stories about  people who went there. I am starting to think I should write a book on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are one of the stories that had me laughing so hard. Apparently this dude has long hair, a goatie and is like huge. One night this guy was drunk and they had to kick him out. So  one of the waitresses asked him to tell the guy to leave. He walks up to the drunk guy and tells him to leave. The drunk guy is like you are Jesus man, you cant make me leave, Jesus loves people etc.  Then he was like you idiot, I am jew, you offended me now get the hell out. Note, Jesus was a jew.. but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were other stories that had me laughing all night. I m glad that I got to hang out Sarah even though I dont see her much ( well, Paul she does live on the West coast). It was good to get to meet up with her again.  Until  next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-1340317063880284319?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/1340317063880284319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=1340317063880284319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1340317063880284319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/1340317063880284319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fool-jokes-and-sarahsarah.html' title='April Fool Jokes and sarahsarah'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-7885064068513074763</id><published>2007-03-21T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:12:17.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interviews and more interviews</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting week.  I took my friend Val's advice and contacted my Academic Advisor about my resume. He suggested I change it. Well thats what I am definantly doing tonight. Overall this week has been good. Recently as last week I went through georgeotwn applying to random places and I also applied to the rock gym me and my friends go to. And what luck, I had an interview yesturday and the rock gym. If I get that job I ll be belaying children for parties...   no worries I ll drop the bad ones. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Tmr I have an interview at this returant where I am applying to be a host. Now a host isnt that bad.. but we are talking Georgetown.. this is like the busiest place in DC  especially on weekends. Then I have another interview on the same day at  three thirty at Barnes and Nobles. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt; I really want the rock climbing job out of all jobs.. its fun and its a great atmosphere to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-7885064068513074763?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/7885064068513074763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=7885064068513074763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7885064068513074763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/7885064068513074763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/03/interviews-and-more-interviews.html' title='interviews and more interviews'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-6170298457051793824</id><published>2007-02-23T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:02:15.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My time at greenworks has come to a halt.  It sucks because now I am at square one. The college grad with out a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently I  emailed my old school in Jordan to see if  I can volunteer for a few months. I think it would be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-6170298457051793824?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/6170298457051793824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=6170298457051793824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6170298457051793824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/6170298457051793824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-time-at-greenworks-has-come-to-halt.html' title=''/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-117098043012426690</id><published>2007-02-08T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:34:02.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stargazer  lillies</title><content type='html'>What a day, i did like a zillion valentine orders and noooooooooooobody has come up w a valentine message that is worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;There was however a guy that called saying that he needed flowers delivered to the hotel room of an old lady,  apparently her cat died.  That cat must have been really important. I mean 75 dollars for stargazer lillies, just for a cat. Now I want to be that cat.  Writing this reminds of  the disney classic that  my niece enjoys its called the astrocats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-117098043012426690?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/117098043012426690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=117098043012426690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117098043012426690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117098043012426690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/02/stargazer-lillies.html' title='stargazer  lillies'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-117072421729003781</id><published>2007-02-05T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:10:17.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in transition</title><content type='html'>This weekend was interesting. I spent most of it with my brother in laws brother Martin.&lt;br /&gt;  Its hard to believe that Martin is Yves brother, and Yves is Martins brother, they act different.&lt;br /&gt; I could say that Martin is the cooler version of Yves, but then Yves is pretty cool too.  But according to my four year old neice  I am the best uncle. ( sorry Martin ).  So who is cool now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway getting  to the point. Martin was passing was in dc so  he  wanted to go see all the museums in DC, my mom had told him he could do it all in a few hours. Boy was she wrong. We spent like three solid hours in the space and science museum just reading stuff, then the natural history museum we spent all morning there. The modern art building wasn't great, I think there is another one.  But by then we were pooped. &lt;br /&gt; Museums are fun when you have all day and it isnt cold outside. I had to keep pushing Martin to hurry up, so we could go to the next one.  He did make a good point whats the point of going to museums if you arent going to read anything.  Good point but then  when you a re on a time schedule, time is precious.  Ofc living in a family where we are in  rush I never  thought of that&lt;br /&gt; By the end of day two of museums, I could have kept going but then  Martin and I thought it would be fun to run up the tenleytown metro escalator which is really long, something I wouldnt recommend to do ). After that I was dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home two  things that cracked me up happened. And I thought it would be worth blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister Naj came back from Malaysia and had been on three different planes and was really tired. Her flight plan had chanced so my mom said she would wait for her to call, my sister  never called so my mom didnt know if she would be there. Finally she called and  had been waitinig for like an hour and half for my parents to pick her up. She admited tears were rolling down her cheek as she asked my mom to pick her up.   I thought it was hillarious, but I do know what is like to sit around for two hours after being on a flight like that, its painful.  But its good to laugh about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The second thing that was hilarious was my dad. My dad is an legal advisor and studied aviation law. Last night, me, martin and nadia and my dad were talking about it. Then my dad started going into lawsuits w different air disasters.  I was like gee now I never want to go on a DC10, which is a plane that had several problems. The funny things about all this was both nadia and Martin were leaving today on long  plane flights. &lt;br /&gt; Be brave Martin, Be brave. As for Nadia, I think she can battle it out. I mean  the plane she works on is a DC 10 anyway haha. ( Note to readers the DC 10 will be replaced, and I my dad is happy that will happen, and so am I ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last but not least I have a internship interview on friday, wish me luck readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-117072421729003781?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/117072421729003781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=117072421729003781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117072421729003781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117072421729003781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-in-transition.html' title='lost in transition'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-117072237595496696</id><published>2007-02-05T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:39:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raging bulls and money plants</title><content type='html'>I have nt blogged in a while.   Reasoning behind this is because I have been super busy with work and looking for internships.  Recently I landed a job at Green works a flower shop owned by my neighbors. I am changing names to protect the privacy of my co workers  My duties are&lt;br /&gt;1. complying to any orders given by  Joe, I have to forget he is the neighbor I sit w on the back porch talking about wtv is going on in the world a round us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. I must happily comply w my other manager   Jane who is Joes wife . Now Jane  is cool as a neighbor but as a boss she has her ways of making me get things done.  Also I must forget that she my neighbor too, someone that I am used to talking to when it comes to problems I have with relationships, school  and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I must remeber rules one and two and be thankful because w out them I wouldnt have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My other main duties are answering phones and taking orders from random people who want flowers. Below are the best messages of week two of working for green works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me- good morning greenworks&lt;br /&gt; Man - I would like to order flowers for my wife Cathy&lt;br /&gt;I do the order then I ask for the card mess&lt;br /&gt; Man - I would like the mess to read:&lt;br /&gt; Dear Cathy,&lt;br /&gt; sorry about the broken china, the bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hearing this, I am like whoa this guy is definantly on a mission to make up for some big argument.  Hey, at least the dude tried ! I wish him the best . Hahah (  mission impossible music in the background ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Message 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me - green works paul speaking&lt;br /&gt; old lady - hi I want to order a money plant&lt;br /&gt;( for all that don't know, a money plant is a Japanese plant that brings good fortune to those that don't have it )&lt;br /&gt;  me -   they are fifty to eighty depending on size&lt;br /&gt; old lady - ohh I dont think I can afford one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After this call I felt like I should have taken the old lady's address and sent her a money plant, so she could have good fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-117072237595496696?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/117072237595496696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=117072237595496696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117072237595496696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/117072237595496696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2007/02/raging-bulls-and-money-plants.html' title='raging bulls and money plants'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116665292835968886</id><published>2006-12-20T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:15:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The J pipe</title><content type='html'>Ivent been doing blogs in a while.  Been so busy with fixing the house and such. Recently me and sean worked on the bathroom in the basement. Once we were done,  my mom wanted me and sean to replace the sinks. The job looked easy, we had everything and we were set. We took off the whole sink and ripped out the old hanger that kept the sink to the wall. Now me and sean we were being careful and following everystep. However when we got to putting the J pipe back on, the new J pipe didnt work.  We tried everything, but it just wouldnt work.  So the bathroom was left w out a sink to make matters worse the hardware store didnt know how to solve our problem. \r.  We ended up with the theory that the pipe in the wall had to be re installed. A job neither of us could do.  So instead of getting a free instalation of the bathroom and money from my mom, she called the plummer and he was like the solution is simple u need to get a different size J tube.&lt;br /&gt;  It sucks when the solutions are so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116665292835968886?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116665292835968886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116665292835968886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116665292835968886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116665292835968886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/12/j-pipe.html' title='The J pipe'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116314703980204994</id><published>2006-11-10T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:23:59.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAWS</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my older sister told me there were sharks in the vents of swimming pools. And this is where little annoying boys would be thrown. Sure nothing like that would scare me, or did it. Noting this traumatic event I have since conquered my fear of swimming pools by using a shark protection cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weaving a spine-chilling event in my life. There are more considerable achievements that I have done. I have a degree in International relations, which is suppose to get me a dream job. I have been to places like Bosnia and returned in one piece. I have managed to reorganize my room over a million times and still find another way to organize it. I have gone caving, where I discovered if Ethan Hunt can jump from building to building, I can jump over dark deep holes. And lastly I have used spell check to make sure there were no spelling mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116314703980204994?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116314703980204994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116314703980204994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116314703980204994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116314703980204994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/11/jaws_10.html' title='JAWS'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116244259638786564</id><published>2006-11-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:43:16.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My other family</title><content type='html'>Tmr I ll be back on the road again to DC. This is like the shortest time I have ever stayed w my " other family".   My other family is what I consider the missing part of the family or like the family that I would ve always wanted.  Like they are organized, and everyone just does their own thing and no one makes a big deal about it. My family is totally the opposite and I never know whats going to happen next, and that bugs the crap out of me. Sometimes I just wish I could just become part of my other family.  &lt;br /&gt; When I leave tmr, Im going to really miss them. When I came, everyone had changed alot is different ways. And now that everyone is oldler everyone is going their own ways, ANd thats exactly what Iwant to do. At home everyone is just focused on what I am doing, its like I am on BIG BROTHER. &lt;br /&gt; I think the lessoned learned here is I got to get off my lazy ass and start looking for a job and get a steady income and my own place to live. That way I can move around more freely w out being dependent on other people. Like right now I am dependent on my parents because I have no place to live and pretty much broke as I could be. In conclusion, as soon as I get to DC, i ve alot on my plate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The things I ll miss  about my other family&lt;br /&gt; Jasmine, jeremy and Leilanis soccer games&lt;br /&gt; going to Tim Hortons w Joe and Mathias&lt;br /&gt; My Aunt's wisdom eg. honestly&lt;br /&gt; going up north to Bernies Cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Things I have to do in DC&lt;br /&gt; - monster.com&lt;br /&gt;- craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;- call the peace corps&lt;br /&gt;- my ID&lt;br /&gt;-  bills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116244259638786564?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116244259638786564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116244259638786564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116244259638786564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116244259638786564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-other-family.html' title='My other family'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116233036541325587</id><published>2006-10-31T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:32:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The insect that changed the world</title><content type='html'>The Insect that changed the world, this is the title of my youngest cousin. Seeing it I rember the days when I had to do fun research papers. I dont think my cousin finds it extrenely fum though as she isnt an insect person. Funny, my sister did a project on worms and she isnt a worm person either.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I havent had my Tim Hortons fix yet. Hopefully it will come through as time gones by. I ll prolly get it after we go bowling tonight. Im hoping to go rock climbing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.ca/imgres?imgurl=http://www.pigeonbaycottages.com/PBC%2520Photo%2520Gallery/Gallery%2520Test/images/5%2520-%2520Summer%2520-%2520Tim%2520Hortons_JPG.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.pigeonbaycottages.com/Gallery_New.html&amp;amp;h=480&amp;w=640&amp;amp;sz=50&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;tbnid=IdERg4Fd0hpgFM:&amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;tbnw=137&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtim%2Bhortons%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116233036541325587?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116233036541325587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116233036541325587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116233036541325587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116233036541325587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/insect-that-changed-world.html' title='The insect that changed the world'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116202379881966040</id><published>2006-10-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:30:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous events</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- A few years back I wrote a paper on time travel. I think I figured out how to do it. Basically, for the next two days I am not going to sleep at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday’s trip starts at eight am, so I as soon as it starts I m going to take a LONG nap. Then by the time I wake up, I will be in Canada.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The time frame between the time I leave home and the time I arri&lt;br /&gt;ve to Niagara Falls will wont be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time travel is cool isn’t it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PAUL%27S%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_norm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://humor-day.com/funny_pictures/9.jpg" alt="Funny Picture: Time Travel?" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Someone left an anonymous comment on my Blog about my thing with the Peace Corps. You have a point. But you have to understand that the Peace Corps is a big deal to me. And it has been something that I have always wanted to do. If I don’t get in of course I am going to move on and find a job. I still want to do something that benefits people internationally and especially people with disabilities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I appreciate your comment and who ever you are, I’m curious to your identity so email me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.nps.gov/elro/images/peacecorp-logo.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.nps.gov/elro/glossary/peace-corps.htm&amp;amp;amp;h=215&amp;w=225&amp;amp;sz=10&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;tbnid=xsRpoYRR6xbDIM:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeace%2Bcorps%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:xsRpoYRR6xbDIM:http://www.nps.gov/elro/images/peacecorp-logo.jpg" height="103" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Just recently I mailed my appeal letter with all the doctor information that was needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m really glad I am done. I don’t have to be in limbo anymore. And I don’t have to see any more doctors. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-I am thinking about the possibilities of going to Jordan to work there. I mean part of me wants to go there and do something there. I feel that I could make a lot of changes that would benefit their society. So I am going to put it on my list of things to look into.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Non profits that work in Jordan.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PAUL%27S%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.flagsonline.it/Bandiere/bangrandi/jordan.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.flagsonline.it/asp/flag.asp/flag_jordan/jordan.html&amp;amp;amp;h=179&amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;tbnid=pp34hvq3cF3X8M:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=79&amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Djordan%2Bflag%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:pp34hvq3cF3X8M:http://www.flagsonline.it/Bandiere/bangrandi/jordan.jpg" height="79" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-A while back my sister told me how I would wish I were back in school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking like that now, I defiantly would rather be writing a paper then looking around for a job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- I just finished reading &lt;u&gt;Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events, The End.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took me two hours to read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is something funny though, even though I read it straight through. I’m thinking why is it that it takes me forever to read books for classes ?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm… I just cant figure it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall I suggest for everyone to read it, there are 13 books in total and are good for using up time. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.jimcarreynettet.dk/debatten/snicket.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.jimcarreynettet.dk/nyhedsarkiv13.htm&amp;amp;amp;h=398&amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=90&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=92&amp;tbnid=KL0QRA0uHVArhM:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;tbnw=93&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlemony%2Bsnicket%26start%3D80%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:KL0QRA0uHVArhM:http://www.jimcarreynettet.dk/debatten/snicket.jpg" height="124" width="93" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116202379881966040?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116202379881966040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116202379881966040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116202379881966040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116202379881966040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/ridiculous-events_28.html' title='ridiculous events'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116198218654171650</id><published>2006-10-27T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:49:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost turle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1353/4059/1600/kayaking%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1353/4059/320/kayaking%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the lost and found column on craigslist. There is a guy looking for his tutle, who got lost. Question one, how does a tutle escape, Question two, who is the idiot that let the turtle out.&lt;br /&gt;I rember we used to have a turtle in Jordan, actually we had more then one. And ocnce we found one that got run over by a car, but survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the tutle a costumer found at the boathouse, we let him go free.into the murkey water of the potomic river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speed mr. turtle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116198218654171650?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116198218654171650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116198218654171650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116198218654171650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116198218654171650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-turle.html' title='Lost turle'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116198159389609332</id><published>2006-10-27T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:39:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada  - the land of maple leafs and hockey rinks</title><content type='html'>It is with sadness that I declare, our trip to canada has been postponded.  As I type we would have been driving through the border to enter Canada.   Unfortnantly this event will be happening on Monday.&lt;br /&gt; Why do I want to go to Canada ?&lt;br /&gt; a. lots of food&lt;br /&gt;b.  more food&lt;br /&gt;c. Tim Hortons&lt;br /&gt;d.  My  " other " family&lt;br /&gt;e.  soccer games&lt;br /&gt;f.   NOISE&lt;br /&gt;g.  My cool Aunt&lt;br /&gt;h.  far away from my real family&lt;br /&gt;i.  my cool uncle&lt;br /&gt;j. my cousins&lt;br /&gt;k. my other cousin&lt;br /&gt;j.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116198159389609332?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116198159389609332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116198159389609332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116198159389609332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116198159389609332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/canada-land-of-maple-leafs-and-hockey.html' title='Canada  - the land of maple leafs and hockey rinks'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116191075585401213</id><published>2006-10-26T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:15:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintin</title><content type='html'>Tintin the boy reporter and his dog snowy solve mysteries. I rember reading Tintin since I was a third grader. There is something just really cool about the books. I have managed to collect all 24 books, and Tintin and the Soviets. However Tintin In Congo is rare, and Ivent seen it around lately. When I get rich, I am going to have one room dedicated to Tintin.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorta bored so I thought maybe I would make a strip using I thought I would add some of my favourite clips and blog about the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" alt="Tintin et ses Amis Tintin and his Friends" src="http://www.cathiedesigns.com/Tintin/tintin-top.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are almost all the characters in the book. My favorite is Calculus, Proff Calculus reminds me of myself in a way because he is hard of hearing. And he never gets information right, when spoken too and only listens when he wants to hear. I guess that would be a pefect descrition of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you might remeber Indiana Jones, well here is an interesting fact. Indiana Jones is based loosely on Tintin. Here is one example:&lt;br /&gt;Tintin happens to go through Jordan, which is the same place that Indiana Jones go to. Petra can be seen in both Tintin and Indiana Jones and the last Crusade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.free-tintin.net/dessins/chameau.gif&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.free-tintin.net/english/index.htm&amp;amp;amp;h=351&amp;w=195&amp;amp;sz=19&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;tbnid=-HKi0R8NQpoENM:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;tbnw=67&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtintin%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official_s%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="120" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:-HKi0R8NQpoENM:http://www.free-tintin.net/dessins/chameau.gif" width="67" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be really cool to make a movie based on tintin. Currently I am working on a script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116191075585401213?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116191075585401213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116191075585401213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116191075585401213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116191075585401213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/tintin_26.html' title='Tintin'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116178975778960884</id><published>2006-10-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:22:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambo Al - Arab</title><content type='html'>Gallaudet students have taken over college hall. This is what I was told, I find it totally a waste of time. I mean who has time for this when they are full time students. God help then, thats all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday I got word that my doctor had finaally faxed the forms to the peace corps, so I should be hearing from them soon. I hope its good news. Mean while im surf monster for entery level positions. I need a JOBBBBBBBBBBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making a movie, using Tintin characters. And I want to use my old movie I made in school and make it a part of it. I think it would be soooooo cool. I need a camera, a camera person, actors and extras. Anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive just finished cleaning my room, it looked like a tornado passed thru, ocd, poeple w dyslexia UNITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1353/4059/1600/dodgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1353/4059/320/dodgers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister finally sent pcitures of my and my brother in law at the dodgers game where they made four home runs in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That game was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116178975778960884?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116178975778960884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116178975778960884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116178975778960884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116178975778960884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/rambo-al-arab.html' title='Rambo Al - Arab'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116161536625213916</id><published>2006-10-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:56:06.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters and brothers</title><content type='html'>Checking my gmail this morning, my sister who is China was on.  As we spoke, I discovered that she had the oppurtunity to  sit in the cockpit of plane, while traveling to do  eye surgery in a remote village.  Apparently I used to look up to my sister as a inspirationl but now I am jealous as any smaller brother would be. Why not me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Adding to that she has traveled to more countries then I have, she has done way more then I have. &lt;br /&gt;Uhhgg ok now its really time to get moving a find out what I need to get done so I can go to the peace corps and end up flying in the cockpit of a plane or traveling to remote places all over the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.mauleairinc.com/cd/aircraft/m-7-260c_takeoff_small.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.mauleairinc.com/Our_Planes/Maule_M-7-260_and_260C/maule_m-7-260_and_260c.html&amp;amp;h=561&amp;w=864&amp;amp;sz=44&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=50&amp;tbnid=ycVcwLMWGiw_PM:&amp;amp;tbnh=94&amp;tbnw=145&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dplane%2Btaking%2Boff%2B%26start%3D40%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official_s%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:ycVcwLMWGiw_PM:http://www.mauleairinc.com/cd/aircraft/m-7-260c_takeoff_small.jpg" height="94" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116161536625213916?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116161536625213916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116161536625213916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116161536625213916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116161536625213916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/sisters-and-brothers.html' title='sisters and brothers'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116157657860815513</id><published>2006-10-22T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:09:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go burn something pyro</title><content type='html'>go burn something pyro... these are the words of the aclaimed Sarah . I  find her wisdom to have meaning. Yet I do not take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt; I should appreciate such sarcasism, shouldnt I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no leassons were learned today,  other than the fact that Karen sent me a list of websites proving that tomatoes are not vegetables but rather fruits.   Now I know what to tell my nicee and nephew  when they wont eat their veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh my neice and nephew, how I miss them. The constant begging of book, cook me and coloring pictures. I mist say I did enjoy it, I mean who wouldnt want to sit around all day and read story books or color.  That would be the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me, this blog is meant to be about me but I decied to write about another human being. Who could I write about.  I cant think of anyone, yet as I do my friend is pestering me that I should write a blog about her.  I am not going to do it. I refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When and if I do, I ll let my friend know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116157657860815513?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116157657860815513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116157657860815513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116157657860815513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116157657860815513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-burn-something-pyro.html' title='go burn something pyro'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116149177662710930</id><published>2006-10-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:38:53.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomatoes are not fruits</title><content type='html'>I decided to take each day of my new life as a college grad as lessons. Todays lessons would be to give KEEN kids space, you never know if one of them might wack your glasses off by accident. I dont think it was on purpose, but I wasnt impressed by the reactions of the mother and the coach person who did not respond to the incident. Like eg tell David that what he did was not safe andhe should be more carefull. I guess it has alot to do w being able to control people. My next kEEN person was adrian so who had this thing for playing tennis and basketball. I was quite impressed w his abilities to focus while playing sports then sitting and talking. I guess the lady in the video that i had to watch for orientation was right when she quoted what children get at Keen cannot be brought w money.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this reminds me of what I want to do, I want to work w organizations like this to make sure poeple w disabilities of all forms get a chance to enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Blah,enuf w ambitions. I ve to let it rest and just do it step by step. Then I ll get there. Working tho I notice how just doing simple things can make someones day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I rewarded my self to chicken kabob,  the greatest stuff on earth after donuts, tobouleh and shawarmah.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all that work w the kids made me exhausted, I think I relized how hard of a job it is, and why it takes really motivated people to do it. Motivation is the key here !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another feature of lesson learnt is not to watch boring movies , when ur tired. Me and karen decided to watch Ocean 12, I wanted to like watch it because of the capornera that was talked about by movie critiques. Ofc it comes like the last part of the movie and after me and karen both fall asleep watching it. Leason learnt never watch SEQUELS. NEVER NEVER NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all spending the day w karen was great. I dont think I know alot of people like her.  Unlike me she has this thing w food, where she only eats like certain things. Someday I ll understand it.   One thing for sure, shes a great person to know, and a good friend to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116149177662710930?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116149177662710930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116149177662710930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116149177662710930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116149177662710930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomatoes-are-not-fruits.html' title='tomatoes are not fruits'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116140062868892227</id><published>2006-10-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:42:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>There was a knock at the door but no one was there. Chills ran through my spine, but that is when I relized I definantly need to stop watching court TV. All those mudeeres living their lives at large. They could be living next door.&lt;br /&gt;THat would be interesting because one of neigbors walks around w a trench coat and looks as though he came right of the sopranos. Funny thing is he is from Mass, which has alot of italians.&lt;br /&gt;The melodrama of life in the back streets of washington DC has sparked a light.  ( background music, mission impossible ).&lt;br /&gt;Today was sort of fun, I got to explore the endless suburbs of maryland. Oh the wonderfull ladn of maryland. I never want to move there, u need a car to get everywhere. I only go there when I have a reason to go there, and my reason was to get shoes. Now when I get shoes, Im not sure what I want so it tkaes me hours of searching for the right pair. First me and my sister who drives a dead beat honda station wagon went to some BIG shoe store in besthesda. No luck there, and same w montgomery mall.&lt;br /&gt;I think Im picky when i come to shoes and cloths. maybe its cuz I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters I made a decison to hang out w my friend valerie today. Valerie is the kind of person that can blab about anything at any time, any where. I guess thats what makes her cool. She needed someone to go shopping w her for homecoming and I needed to shop for the shoes that I never brought. Making my trip over to NE DC, i was hoping we would nt drive because the last time we did, it was a nightmare and we got totally lost. I should be embarressed because I ve lived in the Dirty City ( DC) for eight years and I still cant find my way around. I blame it on the inventors of the metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically our shopping trip began w a car, we drove to H street and Valerie ended up buying stuff she needed for homecoming and as usual I didnt find a thing I needed. the thing tho that I notice was Valerie was stressed about someone thing and I didnt want to bother asking her about it. I just wanted to be away from being at home. i guess spending a couple hours w her was great. I wish she had like asked me to watch a movie w her or something. Cuz I didnt want to go back home. But I ended up going anyway. im not sure why I didnt just say hey can I stay over for a bit instead of saying I think im going to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is going to be a bit interesting, Im going to be working w KEEN, w karen. I did it last year and It was fun. Hope it will be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116140062868892227?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116140062868892227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116140062868892227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116140062868892227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116140062868892227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332685.post-116132050929219244</id><published>2006-10-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:01:49.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lving at home can be the greatest of times and the worst of times. The  nice part of it, is being able ot sit around and watch tv all day and have a mom that cooks. Sounds fun, but then it gets really tiring. Yes, I am a college grad and I should be looking for a job. But I just dont feel motivated to do it. Prolly because I am getting used to the lovely idea of sitting back and watching Law and Order SVU. I ve been so hooked to that show that I look around the house for murder weapons and ways I could escape if I were under attack by some intruder.&lt;br /&gt; Why havent I got a job yet and i why I am i sitting at home. Well I tell you why, I ve been sitting at home wating to get all peace corps requiremetns done  and send them in to the Peace corps for the appeal. Right now Im just waiting for the last doc to give in the last bits of information to the peace corps.&lt;br /&gt; Im wondering why i am doing this, and not looking for a job. I feel that if I dont look for a job I ll end up not going to the peace corps. So I guess I should motivate my self. &lt;br /&gt; Moving fromthe long wait from the peace corps, there are alot of things that irritate me like the protest at the univeristy. Yes, I am a gradaute of the college but I dont feel like I should be saying im a graduate of the college when they are protesting about NOthing.  Let fernandez do her  stuff, if she fails she will be the one humilaited and futher more it irritates me more when students complain that their education is being blocked when other poeples educations are being haulted by their actions.&lt;br /&gt;  More over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36332685-116132050929219244?l=p4u1u5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/feeds/116132050929219244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36332685&amp;postID=116132050929219244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116132050929219244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36332685/posts/default/116132050929219244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p4u1u5.blogspot.com/2006/10/lving-at-home-can-be-greatest-of-times.html' title=''/><author><name>p4u1u5</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
