<?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-8341764357407463496</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:39:17.435-07:00</updated><category term='boring'/><category term='construction'/><category term='boys'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='depression'/><category term='girls'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The Weird Happenings of Jumbie...</title><subtitle type='html'>Why are you even here? o_O</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-1282893523539166643</id><published>2010-05-14T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:19:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Most Satisfying Simple Pleasures Life Has to Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(172, 172, 172); "&gt;&lt;ol style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Sleeping In on a Rainy Day&lt;/strong&gt; – As the rain beats lightly against the window, you nestle your head deeper into your pillow.  The sound is soothing and your bed feels like a sanctuary.  There is no place you would rather be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Finding Money You Didn’t Know You Had&lt;/strong&gt; – You reach into your pocket and find a $20 bill from the last time you wore these jeans.  You aren’t rich, but you are richer than you were a second earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Making Brief Eye Contact with Someone of the Opposite Sex&lt;/strong&gt; – You pass her on the street or in the subway.  She glances up at you momentarily, making direct eye contact in a way that seems to communicate a subtle curiosity.  For a split second it makes you think… and then it’s gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Skinny Dipping&lt;/strong&gt; – There is something mysteriously liberating about being naked in a body of water.  You are naked, but it feels natural, a sense of unrefined freedom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Receiving a Real Letter or Package via Snail Mail&lt;/strong&gt;– E-mail has become the primary source of written communication.  Most snail mail these days is junk mail.  When you check the mail and find a real letter or package from someone you know, excitement overtakes you as you tear into this rare gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Making the Yellow Light&lt;/strong&gt; - It’s one of the most common simple pleasures, the act of beating the pack.  As you blaze through the yellow light you glance in your rearview to see all the cars behind you stopping at the red light.  Yes!  You made it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Telling a Funny or Interesting, True Story&lt;/strong&gt; - One of the most enticing roles you lead in life is that of the storyteller.  You love to share stories, especially those that will captivate your audience with deep curiosity and humor.  There are few things more satisfying than telling a true story that others enjoy listening to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Seeing a Friend Stumble Over Himself&lt;/strong&gt; – As you walk across the street with your friend, he fails to accurately address the curb on the other side.  He trips and stumbles around momentarily before regaining his footing, then swiftly attempts to play it off like nothing happened.  This can be a hilarious sight if the moment is right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Hearing the Right Song at the Right Moment&lt;/strong&gt; - It doesn’t matter what the setting is, hearing the right song for that moment is one of those simple pleasures in life that instantly lifts your spirits. You could be driving home from work, hanging out at a bar with friends, or jogging. When the right song rattles your ear drums the entire meaning of life seems crystal clear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The First Sip of a Beverage When You’re Thirsty&lt;/strong&gt;– You just finished mowing the lawn or taking a long jog.  The only thing on your mind is an ice-cold glass of water.  When you are really, really thirsty, that first sip of any liquid beverage is sheer bliss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Catching a Glimpse of Bare Skin on the Opposite Sex&lt;/strong&gt; – For guys, it’s when the waitress bends over a little too far.  For girls it’s seeing that buff guy in a Speedo.  Either way, when you see a bit more skin than you were expecting on the opposite sex, you can’t help but to smirk on the inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Saying the Same Thing Simultaneously&lt;/strong&gt; – There is a moment of silence.  Then all of the sudden you and your friend blurt out the same exact set of words simultaneously.  This rare occurrence is something to smile about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Pull-Through Parking Spot&lt;/strong&gt; – You pull into a parking spot and are delighted to see the availability of the parking spot immediately in front of you.  You pull through to the spot in front so that when you return to the car you can drive forward out of the parking spot.  Why?  Because driving backwards is a pain in the butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Realizing You Have More Time to Sleep&lt;/strong&gt; – Something abruptly awakens you and you think it’s time to get up.  Then you squint over at your alarm clock and realize you still have 2 more hours to sleep.  A warm euphoric feeling shoots though your body as you glide gracefully back to your dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;People Watching&lt;/strong&gt; – Sitting there on your bench you can see people in every direction.  Tall people, small people, thin and plump.  Blond, brunette, and redhead alike.  Each of them has a different stride and a unique expression.  As you drift from body to body you are mesmerized by what you see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Putting On Clothes Straight from the Dryer&lt;/strong&gt; – As soon as the dryer buzzes, you pull out your clothes and put them on.  They feel soothingly warm on your skin and emit a fresh-scented aroma into the air.  A sentiment of ease comes over you as you head out to conquer the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;A Familiar Smell&lt;/strong&gt; – You just pulled into your parent’s driveway and opened the car door.  You haven’t been home in a long while.  You smell familiarity in the air, the scent of a large pine tree in the neighbor’s yard.  As you head through the front door, more familiar smells consume your senses.  Gosh, it feels good to be home…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Feeling You Get When Your Idea Works&lt;/strong&gt; – You have been struggling to resolve a complex problem all day and you just can’t seem to get it right.  Filled with frustration, you decide to exercise one last idea before calling it a night.  You’ve had many ideas before that failed miserably… but this time it works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Fresh, Clean Bed Sheets&lt;/strong&gt; – You yank at the corner of the bedspread to create just enough space to slide your body under the freshly cleaned sheets.  The sheets feel cool to the touch.  Everything seems so clean, like nobody has ever slept in this bed before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;A Beautiful View&lt;/strong&gt; – As the car veers around the side of the mountain you gaze out the passenger window.  It’s a clear, sunny day and you can see the entire valley below filled with wild flowers and bright green vegetation.  The scenery reminds you of something you once saw in National Geographic.  But here it is live, right before your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Reminiscing About Old Times with Your Closest Friends&lt;/strong&gt; – Pink Floyd once said “the memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime”.  There is no simple pleasure more satisfying than recounting the greatest moments of your life with your closest friends who lived these moments alongside you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Receiving an Unexpected Compliment&lt;/strong&gt; – It’s been an average day.  Nothing really great has happened, but nothing terrible occurred either.  This monotonous day has put you in a dreary mood.  Unexpectedly, an older, attractive lady taps you on the shoulder, calls you “handsome” and says she loves your shirt.  The day just got a whole lot better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Having a Good Laugh&lt;/strong&gt; – Laughter is the greatest cure of all.  Life is extraordinary in the moments when you are laughing so hard you can barely breathe.  These moments of deep laughter are divine in the sense that they cleanse your mood and set your mind on a positive track.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Feeling After a Healthy Workout&lt;/strong&gt; - It’s a giddy feeling of self accomplishment; the one true activity that actually makes you feel better and look better simultaneously. When you walk out the front door of the gym you are on top of the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Celebration in the Instant Something Makes Sense&lt;/strong&gt; – Even now that it has explained to you for the third time, you just don’t understand how it works.  Everyone else seems to understand but you.  Then out of the blue the dots connect in your mind.  You finally get it, and it feels great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Relaxing Outdoors on a Sunny Day&lt;/strong&gt; – As you relax sprawled out in a lawn chair, the sun warms your skin and a light breeze keeps the temperature comfortable.  Birds are chirping merrily in the trees behind you.  You are at complete peace with the environment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Holding Hands with Someone You Love&lt;/strong&gt; – Every time she grabs your hand you are overcome with an awareness of how much she means to you.  Holding hands is sensual and physically intimate, yet subtle.  There are few people you allow to hold your hand, so when it happens you can be sure that the moment is special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Playing in the Water&lt;/strong&gt; – Water marvels people of all ages.  From jumping in puddles as a child, to doing cannon balls in the pool as an adolescent, to enjoying a cocktail in the Jacuzzi as an adult… water is enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Making Someone Smile&lt;/strong&gt; – You notice that your colleague has been under a great deal of stress with meeting a deadline, so you take it upon yourself to complete one of her indirect responsibilities for her.   As soon as she realizes what you did, she comes into your office with a big smile on her face.  “Thank you”, she says.  You just hit two birds with one stone, because making her smile just made your day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Finishing What You Started&lt;/strong&gt; – You just finished up a big project you’ve been working on for the last few months, or maybe you just finished your first marathon… Either way, you finalized what you set out to accomplish.  The feeling of self accomplishment you get when you finish what you started is by far one of the most rewarding simple pleasures life has to offer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-1282893523539166643?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/1282893523539166643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=1282893523539166643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1282893523539166643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1282893523539166643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-most-satisfying-simple-pleasures.html' title='The 30 Most Satisfying Simple Pleasures Life Has to Offer'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-382285857394685810</id><published>2010-05-10T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:15:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG_0776</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lacrymalis/4596422032/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/4596422032_a306016bff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lacrymalis/4596422032/"&gt;IMG_0776&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lacrymalis/"&gt;Jumbïe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-382285857394685810?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/382285857394685810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=382285857394685810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/382285857394685810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/382285857394685810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2010/05/img0776.html' title='IMG_0776'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/4596422032_a306016bff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-6225078044324084524</id><published>2010-04-17T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:17:56.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>019. la-la-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to write today. These past few days have been pretty.......... unfruitful, if that's even a word. I have a knack for inventing words on the spot. So yeah, I've been procrastinating college work a lot. Best part is I don't even care. It's like I don't worry about it, not even when it's like 5 hours before the deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see, important events so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this month I became 18. Yaaay....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really, this is the age of the idiots. I'm allowed to do some shit, but there's a lot of other crap I can't do. So what's the point? Basically, right now I can... drink, smoke... and get a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCKING WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just trying to calculate Spongebob's age. Yes, I am THAT bored. According to the movie, he has had 374 consecutive employee of the month awards, assuming he's been getting them since he started working, that means he's been working in the Krusty Krab for 31 years. AND assuming they have child labor laws in Bikini Bottom, this means he should be around 45+. He's an old sponge who still goes to school, can't drive and he's single. Interesting discovery I just made. Kinda changed my whole viewpoint on the whole Spongebob thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of media. The new Coheed &amp;amp; Cambria album is a true masterpiece. I have a mindgasm just thinking about it. I had the fortune of getting the limited edition box for my birthday. The book is very well written, I'm not gonna say it is THE best book ever written. But I did enjoy it a lot, I needed it to make a lot of things clearer in my head. As for the album, I might dare say it is one of my favorites by them. "Far", "Pearl of the Stars" and "Here we are Juggernaut" being my favorite tracks from this album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH. I was going to wash my car the other day, and as I began to move it to a better spot, I felt the car get on top of something, but I didn't mind it much, I mean... It didn't feel that big. A few days later, I hear my mom screaming my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: MICHEEEELLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: I wonder what the hell I did this time... What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: Do you see this? -points to the ground-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: I see your plants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: What's the difference between these two and the others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:... I don't see any difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: Did you ran over them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:.... Oooooh... so that was the bump...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I ran over my mom's flowers. A few minutes later she noticed that I scraped the column at the front of the house too. There's a huge blue streak right in the middle. So I ran over the flowers scraping the column while I was at it. No fucking wonder I don't have a license yet. Sorry flowers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-6225078044324084524?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/6225078044324084524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=6225078044324084524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/6225078044324084524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/6225078044324084524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2010/04/019-la-la-la.html' title='019. la-la-la'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-3769919763489036049</id><published>2009-09-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:26:13.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>018: har har har</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided that I'll use my tumblr account for other purposes, and this one shall be used for blogging important matters and whatever shit comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I find myself lacking that type of shit, as usual. So I'll just go ahead and rant about whatever I can find in the deep confines of my brain, if I have one.&lt;br /&gt;My mother is out, so I'm in the house alone. My boyfriend called earlier than usual, and woke me up 2 hours earlier than I was supposed to. I went right ahead and took my DS and started playing Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. As the hours passed, the light on my DS went red, and as I was about to plug it in, I began thinking about god-knows-what, distracted myself and touched the metal part of the plug just as I plugged it in, and there you go. Electric shock. Not very pleasant. And it's not the first time either.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was about 5 or 6 years old, I did the exact same thing, only that time, I stood for about 3 minutes with a blank face staring into space wondering what the fuck had just happened. Then I just started crying and sobbing. Wimp.&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying, but I'm not, as usual. No surprise though. Last time I studied was.. what? 2 weeks ago for a Political Science test which I failed anyway. Stupid teacher. I swear she's the fucking antichrist. No, I'm not quoting Donnie Darko. I'm dropping out of that class. In fact, I already did. That woman looked like she could be the sweetest granny ever, or at least that's what she made us believe on the first day. I even thought she would bring homemade brownies and cookies to class. That's how sweet she looked.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to cook. That's dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-3769919763489036049?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/3769919763489036049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=3769919763489036049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/3769919763489036049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/3769919763489036049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2009/09/018-har-har-har.html' title='018: har har har'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-2033592571824638662</id><published>2009-08-08T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:06:55.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moved my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Now located here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherryxwaves.tumblr.com"&gt;http://cherryxwaves.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-2033592571824638662?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/2033592571824638662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=2033592571824638662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/2033592571824638662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/2033592571824638662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2009/08/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-8021318115464892540</id><published>2009-08-01T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:29:21.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>017. se jo-dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm staring at the screen again like a retard, hoping I get enough inspiration and my life is reaching a shitty point on which I can write something worth reading, like a rant.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes have passed and I'm still here, waiting for something to strike me.&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do think we can live without them, LESBIANS FOR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;There goes reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;Men probably have the same opinion on us women, but I think they are the most complicated beings in the universe. They never know what they want, and when they do, it's always something stupid and meaningless, and most of the time, sex and porn. But I'm not here to talk about men's unfulfilled sexual impulses (I'll leave that for some other day), I'm here to talk about their ignorance on feelings and their insensitive responses to such.&lt;br /&gt;I will state, forehand, that I do not think all men are like this, just 99.99 % of them are. The rest 0.01 % are out there hiding from nice girls like me, have a bitchy girlfriend, or are homosexual.... or gay (Homosexual is a word too fancy for me). The rest of them are retards with a black hole for a heart.&lt;br /&gt;So, this 99.99 % of dudes just want to get in your pants, and when they're done they just leave. This is something I will never understand. Why have sex with a bunch of random girls with herpes and aids when you can settle with one girl and carry out the same deed? Is there really so much variety in vaginas out there, that you just HAVE to try them all?&lt;br /&gt;"Gotta catch 'em all!" - Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;Women aren't like Pokemon, and I'm sure most guys are disappointed by this.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet guys are mostly scared (or so I'm told) of getting hurt and such, and then they lie a lot and leave us girls hanging and wondering what the fuck is wrong with them, or the other variant, what the fuck is wrong with US. Then we wallow in self despair crying in a corner sucking our thumb while rocking back and forth in a fetal position. I've always thought that, if a relationship is going to make you suffer, then don't have one at all, cause it's not worth your tears or suffering. Tell him to go fuck himself with a loaf of bread. He'll come around eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend yesterday, who asked me what qualities I like in a guy, which got me thinking. And I realized.... I AM VERY FUCKING PICKY. And not in physical sense, mostly in personality. I believe you should be with a person for who they are, not what the look like. But if he looks good, then HEY, I'm not gonna complain. Cause there is no point in being with someone who has the perfect personality but his image doesn't appeal to you, and you don't want to be anywhere near him. Like he's at your house and you're both sitting on the couch but you're at one end of the couch trying to be as far away from him as possible and shielding your eyes with a pillow because your eyes bleed every time you look at him. Yeah, that's comfy.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, we shouldn't be TOO picky. Cause then you'll end up never finding someone with all those bunch of qualities you want, because no one is fucking perfect. Picture yourself still living alone at 50 with a bunch of cats to keep you company. That's how you end up if you close yourself off.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to be a crazy cat lady/man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-8021318115464892540?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/8021318115464892540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=8021318115464892540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/8021318115464892540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/8021318115464892540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2009/08/017-se-jo-dio.html' title='017. se jo-dio'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-6060183702196199297</id><published>2009-07-31T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:57:13.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>016. que os-pe-ra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got positive responses to my last blog post, and this prompted me to write one more. I just hope this one promotes as many laughs as the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I decided my blog posts should have witty tittles in spanish. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I like music. I LOVE music.&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday I found out how much power and influence music has over my life.&lt;br /&gt;Moment of frustration? Be prepared to see me with my big-ass old school headphones moshing and singing at the top of my lungs. Not a pretty sight, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;I have often considered hanging myself from the ceiling fan or jumping into my toilet when I'm depressed or I feel bad, but apparently my friends don't think those are viable options.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to resort to music to make me go on a mental trip similar to those you get when you stick a Sharpie up your nose and leave it there for 10 minutes. And let me tell you, it actually works for me (the music, not the sharpies).&lt;br /&gt;Problems with boys? Screw it! I'ma blast some Korn and Slipknot on my pre-historic headphones until I'm deaf and I don't feel my earlobes anymore. I'll deal with my hearing problems later.&lt;br /&gt;Random person: "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh?!"&lt;br /&gt;Person: "I said, How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What? What language are you speaking to meeee?"&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, eh? I love imagining my future like that. Anyways, that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, we all have at least ONE thing that helps us cope when we feel like a sack of dung. Be it music (like me), painting, creative writing, creative farting, puking on a canvas and calling it art, whatever. We should take advantage of that opportunity every time we want to slit our wrists like whiny emos. Scars are ugly, period.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in middle school, drawing was my way out. And believe me, I drew some pretty disturbing shit back then.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "What the fuck is that? A kite?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No you dickwad, it's a bleeding heart".&lt;br /&gt;So, let's not waste energy on negative thoughts. If you feel bad, take a walk, or take your dog for a walk and watch him as he takes a dump in your neighbor's front yard. That should be interesting. Specially if you hate your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-6060183702196199297?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/6060183702196199297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=6060183702196199297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/6060183702196199297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/6060183702196199297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2009/07/016-que-os-pe-ra.html' title='016. que os-pe-ra'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-5064459345185724505</id><published>2009-07-31T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:38:52.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction'/><title type='text'>015. tre-men-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am, yet again. After a long hiatus (sort of). And as I was really fucking bored, a friend suggested I should blog. Everytime I decide to blog something, I get a writers block.&lt;br /&gt;See? Like right now. I've been staring at the screen for a good 5 minutes without knowing what to write. Maybe I'm not made for this shit. lol&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about how crappy this summer has been. I don't think I've ever had such a shitty vacation in my whole life. I swear, I'm gonna be claustrophobic when I get out of here to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;"THE WALLLLLLSSSSS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now...&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've just gone out the house to go the movies occasionally, sometimes a restaurant. As you might already know I'm underage and I still live with my mom. She had her uterus removed a few years ago, so you can imagine how menopausic she has been since then. Point is, she's gotten very paranoid with this whole piggy flu thing. And now I'm stuck in the house almost eternally until classes start at my campus. And even then, I think she'll send me off to college with 20 bottles of anti-bacterial liquid, a mask, and a replacement mask. She's always so thoughtful....... AND ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I've spent my summer in front of the computer WITH NOTHING TO DO, listening to music and talking to people on MSN. Brilliant, I know, bloody brilliant. I deserve a prize for having such an interesting summer, god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;OH. To make it even more interesting, my mother had the crap-tastic idea to hire some construction workers to go and re-do the front of the house. You can't imagine the horrible noise I have to hear EVERY FUCKING DAY of the week from 7 am to 2 pm. There goes my plan of sleeping till late.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get it. They start hammering God-knows-what in the front of the house and it sounds like they are on top of my fucking room hammering something into the roof. I swear I'll end up hiring a hitman to kill them in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have ranted enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Stay awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-5064459345185724505?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/5064459345185724505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=5064459345185724505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/5064459345185724505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/5064459345185724505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2009/07/015-tre-men-do.html' title='015. tre-men-do'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-4766458290685245577</id><published>2008-07-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:19:51.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>012. w00t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;chris' birthday at plaza del sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;took over the arcade, hung out at hot topic, i found Yeriel, we sang the vagina song at the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fun fun fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pics are on myspace and facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i warn you though, your eyes will bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-4766458290685245577?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/4766458290685245577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=4766458290685245577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/4766458290685245577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/4766458290685245577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-yesterday-was-awesome-like-so-uber.html' title='012. w00t'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-5795579015364100436</id><published>2008-07-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:45:32.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>011. Inertiatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday i made 3 people cry in just one action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one of them i didn't even know, the other one was there, the third one was the one who did it with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and guess what? i didn't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why? cause the world has changed me so much, i don't even care about anything anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and who would have though that making out with someone would make 3 people cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i got used anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the movie was great though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the joker is the best role of them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;totally awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-5795579015364100436?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/5795579015364100436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=5795579015364100436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/5795579015364100436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/5795579015364100436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/07/011-inertiatic.html' title='011. Inertiatic'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-3984635826064667749</id><published>2008-07-23T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:46:14.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>010. let love in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;things have been a bit hectic in my life lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;technically im not failing the math class, but i do have to start studying more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i already have a C and a B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and you know how I wanted to move so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now I kind of miss some friends which i didn't know i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;people aren't as friendly in campus y'know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;only some are, not most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i returned from vacation yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was awesome, i wish i could return soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today i had some issues, my mind was running around someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;someone else confirmed some fears i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now im worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ill probably end up in the madhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just hope i don't end up trashed again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-3984635826064667749?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/3984635826064667749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=3984635826064667749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/3984635826064667749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/3984635826064667749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/07/010-let-love-in.html' title='010. let love in'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-1118217659047546931</id><published>2008-07-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:46:33.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>008. Ways To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to Expresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5 days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won! I won!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run for your lives, they're loose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-1118217659047546931?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/1118217659047546931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=1118217659047546931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1118217659047546931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1118217659047546931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/07/008-ways-to-keep-healthy-level-of.html' title='008. Ways To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-4098251091301079983</id><published>2008-07-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:46:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007. ooooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey looser&lt;br /&gt;how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty peachy myself y'know&lt;br /&gt;this week has been... weird, lol. after so much drama... i was supposed to take my class at 12, but apparently, the group is too small, the professor said he wouldn't give a class with only 28 students.&lt;br /&gt;well, screw him. fine ill get up at 7 am...&lt;br /&gt;cheap whore, lol.&lt;br /&gt;today was... strange. i was like, so lost trying to find my new assigned classroom, and there was like.. a cojon of people waiting outside the classroom when i got there.&lt;br /&gt;when we went inside, the idiot (the professor) told us (the new people) the rules and other shit, and he just continued where he had left off in his last class without considering the fact that there was someone new who didn't know squat.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i knew most of the stuff he was talking about. but, i haven't taken math in a year, so i don't remember shit anymore. he was like... speaking in hebrew&lt;br /&gt;also, today, after class, i went back to the apartment to arrange my clothes and underwear. so, officially i move tomorrow. and ill be staying there till... next friday I think.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how happy i am to leave this place... seriously. i even cried cause i wanted to leave so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i plan on reviewing the shit the professor gave us, and see if i can catch up on that crap.&lt;br /&gt;see you tomorow.. or.. a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-4098251091301079983?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/4098251091301079983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=4098251091301079983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/4098251091301079983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/4098251091301079983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/07/007-ooooh.html' title='007. ooooh'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-1064285273123737483</id><published>2008-06-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:47:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>005. What I didn't post yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heyys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sup?&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I was kind of tired and lazy and I wanted to post but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday, was like, uberly awesome. We went to sign the apartment contract, like really fucking early. We walked around the town of San Juan a bit, and then came the fun part. Walking the whole UPR Campus trying to find the theater.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the had donuts and cola when we got there. SCORE! Then I had to like... stand in a line, and I didn't even know what the line was for. When I got to the front, there was a lady, and she was like: Well? and I look at her with a What-Do-You-Want-From-Me face... She asked me my last name and sent me to some table where some other grumpy lady made me sign some papers and shit. Then came the conference, and the cheerleaders, and the tuna, and the omg....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got a tour of the campus (even if I had walked the whole thing already), and I met some nice dudes who were kind enough to not leave me alone. And well, that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm moving next weekend, and I'm excited, cuz like, I just want to get the fuck outa here, I will miss no one, and no one will miss me. End of story. In fact, me moving means that I will get closer to some friends. And besides, SAN JUAN IS THE SHIT. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-1064285273123737483?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/1064285273123737483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=1064285273123737483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1064285273123737483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/1064285273123737483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/06/005-what-i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title='005. What I didn&apos;t post yesterday'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-2254323933542018653</id><published>2008-06-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:51:32.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>003. Guys take note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;[This was written by a guy who's pretty damn good when it comes to females]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house [without notice]...they run around in their underwear just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be screwed. If you do cheat on them do NOT ever talk to the girl or see the girl you cheated on them with. They will be pissed, no matter what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. NEVER miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DON'T refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't sleep with them, DO NOT tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;If you DO sleep with them, DON'T tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a pussy...&lt;br /&gt;Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, ONE OF HIS SWEATSHIRTS, and a really PRETTY RING (plastic ones from machines count). Even if it's not a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, PULL YOUR GIRLFRIEND CLOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. NEVER, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't flirt with their moms...that's just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them WITHOUT being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Memorize their birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't marinade in the cologne, but smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. NEVER, and i mean NEVER make her do anything she doesn't wanna do. Because if you do she'll think that you're only after one thing. (and i think you all know what that is) -sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-2254323933542018653?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/2254323933542018653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=2254323933542018653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/2254323933542018653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/2254323933542018653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/06/003-guys-take-note.html' title='003. Guys take note'/><author><name>Jumbïe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355213045058177766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48duxKutlRM/SnNO39GvMYI/AAAAAAAAABI/8dmSNOQOHos/S220/IMG_0121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341764357407463496.post-961714970465740102</id><published>2008-06-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:57:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>002. Sexy Taquitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Boredom got the best of me.. And here I am, posting for the second time today. Don't ask, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hmm, let's see... something interesting to say. Well, I'm using Mozilla Firefox, because I discovered it's greatness and all. I also discovered a cool plug-in it uses called pic lens. It's awwwwwsome, you can like... see pics floating in the air and... stuff. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hmm, what else. I changed my jelly bracelets, now they're green and orange on my right arm and black and pink on the left one, chyeah. I must look so lame, lmfao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, yesturday I discovered Kerli Kõiv. She sounds like Bjork, only.. better and with more meaning and stuff, you should listen to her, I COMMAND YOU..... FEAR ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of anything else.. I'll make yet another post, or edit this one..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341764357407463496-961714970465740102?l=tragic-chi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/feeds/961714970465740102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341764357407463496&amp;postID=961714970465740102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/961714970465740102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341764357407463496/posts/default/961714970465740102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-chi.blogspot.com/2008/06/002-sexy-taquitos.html' title='002. 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