<?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-529337724325959192</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:58.333-07:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='political'/><category term='cappuccino'/><title type='text'>Inquiry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1517506571153472927</id><published>2009-03-29T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:10:57.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vegan Day 0</title><content type='html'>We are going vegan tomorrow. Should be an experience. I am excited. I can not wait to feel healthy and fit. I am preparing lunch for myself and my brother for tomorrow. (my cousins are in houston) I have made vegan Mexican rice and it will be accompanied by tofu steaks and salad. yummy! For snack there are cuties, strawberries, blackberries and trail mix made by me. I will post pics of it soon. I am going to use this to track my progress. I will record what I eata nd what physical activity I do. For my last meals as an omnivore, I have had and Orange Dream Machine from Jamba Juice, Sushi and for dinner, Mac and cheese. I lvoe mac and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1517506571153472927?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1517506571153472927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1517506571153472927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1517506571153472927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1517506571153472927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2009/03/vegan-day-0.html' title='vegan Day 0'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-872515198320988358</id><published>2008-11-04T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:01:36.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cappuccino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I voted... did you?</title><content type='html'>Obama is our president! If you voted, way to be an American, I know that does not mean much now, but give Obama some time as President and we will clean our name. If this was your first time voting. How does that feel? Awesome I bet. I feel sorry for my sister one month from tomorrow she will be 18. She missed voting, but at least she was here for this revolutionary election. No matter who won, this election was just a stepping stone to bring the USA into the times and start building a new reputation.&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting waiting for Barack Obama to give his speech, while waiting I have been doing homework and drinking cappuccino with marshmallows. Here is a photo. Obama is speaking now, gtg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SREocUHGr1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y64Tdnml57U/s1600-h/DSCN3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SREocUHGr1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y64Tdnml57U/s320/DSCN3809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033906272776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-872515198320988358?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/872515198320988358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=872515198320988358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/872515198320988358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/872515198320988358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted-did-you.html' title='I voted... did you?'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SREocUHGr1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y64Tdnml57U/s72-c/DSCN3809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6773447435389976294</id><published>2008-10-22T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:23:07.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Notsa</title><content type='html'>Today I will begin my &lt;a href="http://fashionnotsa.blogspot.com/"&gt;fashion blog&lt;/a&gt;. I have been racking my brain all day to come up with a cool, fashionable name. Any suggestions? I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;My fashion blog will consist of outfit posts, Mariam-isms, my fashion inspirations, loves, hates and other randoms. Out fit posts are photographs of the clothing I am wearing that day. I will try to post everyday, if not I will snap photos of my clothes daily and post them as often as time allows.&lt;br /&gt;As you all may know I am currently enrolled in 18 hours of school and I am graduating this December. WOOT! I am a little scared of what comes after. I have waited so long for this moment. I have plans for after I graduate, but it still is not enough to keep my calm. Ya, vell.&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my last two pillowcase skirts about a month ago and put them on my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5804228"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; site this past weekend. I have no free time. Boo on that.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Boo, my tu tu for Halloween is done. I am so excited. My friend &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5178931"&gt;Gin&lt;/a&gt; made it for me. 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She was blocking the two lanes of traffic. Coming from the opposite direction I saw this. I also saw the long line of cars that were just waiting for her to move. This older lady is out of her car trying to move it out of the way, by herself... no help. No one got out of their car to help her. There was one car that was just attempting to go around her. So I pulled into the left turn lane, put my hazards on and got out. I asked if she needed help, she said yes... YES. All these people around to help her and it took me to get out of my car to offer help. Well, I put my shoes back on, those who know me know that I do not drive with shoes on, I slip them on and walk over to her. As soon as I do this, about 5 guys, and I say guys because they are not gentlemen, had they been gentlemen they would have already helped her, piled out of the truck they were stuffed in and pushed her van for her, I did not get to help, and that is fine I do not think I could have pushed a van in flats. After they pushed her van out of the way they let her glide away, yelled "Hit the brake!" and hopped back in their truck. One tried to wave to me as if to say "We are not so bad we just helped her." I bet they are pleased with themselves for moving her van out of the way. I wish I could have done more, I probably could have and I should have, I was running late for class and her van was out of the way. I am not pleased with myself, I really should have done more, but at least those "oh so kind guys" moved her van for her. They ran off as if they were in a rush. If they were is such a rush why didn't they help her sooner to get her out of the way and on with theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorely disappointed in the human race because of this. I know that people talk about how the manners of humans have gone bad, but seriously, what is going on? These people were inconvenienced by this woman's van blocking both lanes of traffic, but no one moved to help her, they were prepared to sit there for as long as it took or find a way around her, rather than help her. We are so kind after natural disasters, something affects us as a community, but something happens to just one of us, we do nothing. We don't lend a helping hand. Common courtesy should not just been when we are all suffering, it should extent to any circumstance. My mom had a blow out of 59 the other night and no stopped to help her, I drove with my dear friend Tommy to change her tire. Middle of the night, blow out and no one stops. What if something happened to her? No one would care. I could tell a million stories about people and their bad manners. I saw a story on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; once about an old woman who was missing, want to know where they found her? In a tree. Someone ran her off the freeway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; off the freeway and she landed in a tree, they did not stop, they just kept going. She was there for some days and when she was found she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dehydrated&lt;/span&gt; and starving. I can not find the article for this but it is a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help people. If you were stuck you would want someone to help you. Help people. Help people. Help people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-133507665375971173?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/133507665375971173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=133507665375971173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/133507665375971173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/133507665375971173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-world-is-coming-to.html' title='this world is coming to ....'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4007751795163173797</id><published>2008-09-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:18:12.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike, Tike, Mike, Bike, Like....</title><content type='html'>well, we weathered the storm ok, we including my father mother and younger sister. we lost power between midnight and 1 am on friday evening, and it returned to us at 6 am saturday morning. we had house and phone and internet until saturday afternoon, and then caput, it was gone! sad days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much damage to the casa, some shingles flew off, fences fell, and most of our wonderful citrus was blown off the trees, green grapefruit and oranges and tangerines were strew acros our yard, it was the hardest thing to do picking them up. on the up side we had power, we were all safe, we had food, water and shelter, and there are still some rippening citrus at the top of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i made a goofy &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/themariam/100017"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; the song is Pennies From Heaven. that song is dubbed instant happiness by my sister my self and a majority of my friends. some of you may recognize the song from the movie elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of myfriends are ok, most have electricity back and are up and runnig, glad they are all safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who do not know, hurricane Ike was meant to hit houston, where i live, lucky for us, and not so luck y for others, it did not hit us just gave us a lot of wind and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_b3P7h9sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KGa9evMkKRE/s1600-h/DSCN3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_b3P7h9sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KGa9evMkKRE/s200/DSCN3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246653833125426882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_cKZfeoMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/trZznAx8Mhc/s1600-h/DSCN3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_cKZfeoMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/trZznAx8Mhc/s200/DSCN3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246654162109636802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_b2l5mOxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Ld44fqcNwU/s1600-h/DSCN3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_b2l5mOxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Ld44fqcNwU/s200/DSCN3238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246653821843028754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-4007751795163173797?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/4007751795163173797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=4007751795163173797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4007751795163173797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4007751795163173797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-tike-mike-bike-like.html' title='Ike, Tike, Mike, Bike, Like....'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SM_b3P7h9sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KGa9evMkKRE/s72-c/DSCN3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1113672820585607995</id><published>2008-09-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:53:40.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, its been a long time, long time now...</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking lately of starting a fashion blog. I read a lot of fashion blogs and I am getting into the whole fashion scene. I know a lot of my friends do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; and will not approve of the outfits that float into my mind, all I can say to them, is be happy that we live in a world where I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; where whatever I like. The clothes I wear are a not about me fitting in, but about me expressing who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that all my outfits will be super funky and breaking the norm on every turn, but they will be inspired by things around me. Nature, people, art, furnishings, fairy princesses... woods people... In fact I have a new wonderful friend who designs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; clothing and she is making me a super awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; to go with these super awesome, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt; shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;TOMS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you all&lt;/span&gt; know my recent discovery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;TOMS&lt;/a&gt;, now they have a super awesome &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/ProductDetails.aspx?CategoryID=7&amp;amp;productID=247"&gt;wrap boot&lt;/a&gt; for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obsess&lt;/span&gt; over. That was a rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;, awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/ProductDetails.aspx?CategoryID=7&amp;amp;productID=247"&gt;awesome boots&lt;/a&gt;. Also I bought a super crazy awesome apron, that makes me wish I worked at a small cafe in France so I could wear it and be the super awesome server!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any ideas what I should title my new fashion blog? I was thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FashionNotsa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, like Fashionist but not... I dunno, any ideas?&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/529337724325959192-1113672820585607995?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1113672820585607995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1113672820585607995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1113672820585607995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1113672820585607995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-been-long-time-long-time-now.html' title='well, its been a long time, long time now...'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4949913947607181193</id><published>2008-08-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:58:37.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my pseud big brother....</title><content type='html'>you were my brother's best friend and in turn you became mine. i remember the days spent in your numerous cars, your loud music and loud personality. I remember the serious Chris, the only that only showed up when i really needed him. more often i remember THE CHRIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chris that always smiled, the chris that always laughed, the chris that gave awesome hugs, the chris that was always there, the chris i thought could and would never leave. i remember the chris that always had a joke, the chris that was in love, the chris that was my rock, everyones rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i didn't see you more. i hate that i thought you would always be here, that you would never leave, i hate that i can't see you anymore, i hate that you aren't just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as summer pointed out it was four mondays ago today and still can't get a hold of myself. you left a huge impact on everyones life you touched and everyone you met. there was not one person in this world that knew you and didn't love you or doesn't miss you. you never had a negative thing to say about anyone and in turn no one had a negative thing to say about you. you kept everyone's spirits up. nothing ever brought you down. you were always there for my brother... my family. we all loved you as if you were another son, or brother and you loved us the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one person that can never be replaced, i just wish there wasn't an opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-4949913947607181193?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/4949913947607181193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=4949913947607181193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4949913947607181193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4949913947607181193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-pseud-big-brother.html' title='my pseud big brother....'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3213566248843392968</id><published>2008-08-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:36:18.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ordered a pick me up and all i got was...</title><content type='html'>drop kicked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer classes are finally over as of the 7th of August... yay! my summer has finally started i have so much i want to do before fall semester starts... on the 25th of August. womp womp womp&lt;br /&gt; I started a new job that i am SUPER excited about although when classes begin i will have to cut back my hours, that is def cool with me, need to focus and finish school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found out about some awesome causes. i know i have talked about &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/shoes.aspx"&gt;TOMS&lt;/a&gt; before but it seems that no one is listening. &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/shoes.aspx"&gt;TOMS&lt;/a&gt; are awesome you buy one totally awesome pair of shoes for yourself then another totally awesome pair of shoes is donated to a child with no shoes. how cool is that? you can be super stylish and a good citizen. totally selfish? NO! imagine how you feel when you get a new pair of awesome shoes. multiply that by 100 for a child  who does not have shoes. check them out, you are bound to find something you like. i read the blog of &lt;a href="http://blakemycoskie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blake Mycoskie&lt;/a&gt;, he has so many interesting things to say, and if i understand correctly, from this &lt;a href="http://blakemycoskie.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-couple-weeks-i-will-be-heading-back.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, anyone can go on a &lt;a href="http://www.friendsoftoms.org/"&gt;drop&lt;/a&gt;... how exciting would that be?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also another campaign that spreads the word of beauty. &lt;a href="http://www.you-are-beautiful.com/"&gt;YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/a&gt;. you can send in a self addressed envelope and receive &lt;a href="http://www.you-are-beautiful.com/STICKERS.htm"&gt;stickers&lt;/a&gt; with the words "you are beautiful" on them and you are meant to stick them places. in dressing rooms in department stores, the restrom at your local bar, the mirror if the "IT" club in your city or town, on a sign that people pass by, your gym locker room, not to deface school property, but any where on your school campus. this is meant to show women, heck even men, that they are beautiful, if you see it enough you start to believe. everyone in this world is beautiful. check it out send an envelope, or make your own stickers. get creative with your stickers, put them places where you know you needed a pick me up in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;You Are Beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-3213566248843392968?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3213566248843392968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6540499487136392994</id><published>2008-08-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:31:51.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at a loss</title><content type='html'>in that last 2 weeks i lost two of my closest friends. one to his girlfriend who does not trust him or does not like me. who snooped through his personal stuff and came to the conclusion that i was a threat. thank you, i never thought myself his type but if she is threatened by me, then there is a boost to my confidence. i think a relationship should be based on trust, not mistrust. jealousy is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second friend died in a car accident. he was my older brothers best friend and my pseudo big brother. he was an amazing person. always smiling. i thought seeing him would make things easier, would help me convince myself that it is true, it did happen. but somehow i still cannot believe it. what makes it worse was the friend mentioned previously was absent. i did not have that comfort. he has always been there for me when i needed him, always willing to listen, but this time i was unable to call him, to feel the comfort of a ten year friendship, because he is no longer allowed to be my friend. this is not fair. i have lost two friends in two weeks. both surprises to me both devastating on different levels. maybe because of what i have gone through this week i am trying to cling to my friendships as if it is the last day of earth, some people may not understand this. but losing someone close to you makes you realize just how precious your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a friend and several years ago she and i had bad falling out. she came to the funeral, she knew chris well too. we reconciled because we knew that all that sh*^ that happened so many years ago was not worth losing our friendship over. we were so close back then and even though she is far far away now, i hope we can get back to that same place. she is truly a good friend and i happy to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is in a better world, happy at peace. he was happy on this earth as well, but they needed him in heaven for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my other friend the best and hope it all works out for him and that he never regrets the decision to cut out his friends for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish sam all the best as well, but not with disdain, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6540499487136392994?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6540499487136392994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6694604304548122764</id><published>2008-07-22T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:54:45.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever wonder....</title><content type='html'>ever wonder what is going through someone's head? ever wonder why people say the STUPID things they say?&lt;br /&gt;going to stop there, just realized that i have been super negative lately, but it is hard to be nice when you are surrounded by idiots.&lt;br /&gt;gonna stop, be back when something nice rolls through my brain!&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6694604304548122764?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-7116123895237107429</id><published>2008-07-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:38:08.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>writing 20 July 08</title><content type='html'>midnight strikes and the moon is gone&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts drift to you and your rough conversation&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your touch reverberates on my skin&lt;br /&gt;my hips move to the beat of your touch&lt;br /&gt;my body aches for you to speak to it again&lt;br /&gt;midnight strikes and my hands disappear&lt;br /&gt;i can't touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs a little work, but was talking to my friend about relationships and was reminded of this person. does not give away any detail, just someone i knew once. i like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4711200795132773583</id><published>2008-07-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:47:51.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running through my head/driving me crazy</title><content type='html'>i got a text from a number i did not know. as usual i continued the convo with hopes to get a hint as to who the person might be. there were several texts before i realized who the person was. although the guessing game i played before hand messed with my memories. it was not the person i secretly hoped it would be. strange that after so long, that is the one person that pops in my head when something mysterious happens. it is not so bad with the private calls i receive, strange how i never have my phone on me or one ring when those calls do come in. something to ponder. i guess the private calls do not botherme so much because there is nothing i can do about the end. i have missed the oppourtunity to find out who it truely was. so i just sit and imagine that this person called with i private number assuming or knowing i would not answer, just to hear the sound of my voive from my voicemail, maybe to laugh at the message itself. i guess this person left a bigger impression on me than i had thought, or maybe it is just the way things ended. there is no communication, there is no chance, no oppourtunity for communication. i deleted the person from my life forever. i can not even recall their face. though sometimes i catch a glimpse of them in a crowd, but no double takes for me, the visual disappointment may hurt more than the textual disappointment, i am not willing to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-5662045542107621310</id><published>2008-07-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:52:07.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psych class cracks me down</title><content type='html'>I am taking Cognitive Psychology this Summer 2 semester and there are some very interesting characters in this class. First things first!&lt;br /&gt;There is a couple in the class. They are touchy feely and lovey dovey... DURING the lesson. The girls takes all the notes, the guy sits there giggling at God knows what! They annoy me. Mainly because on the first day of class the guy took it upon himself to tap on the shoulder and tell me that I did not need to type the notes, that they were on WebCT. Thanks idiot, do you see the powerpoint notes next to the WOrd document I am typing in? You must not have you nosey cow! FYI, I know the notes are on WbeCT, I like to type them into Word for two reasons, 1) it helps me remeber them and 2) I do not want to study PPT squares, I prefer to have my notes in not format! TAHNKS!&lt;br /&gt;Today.... oh Today. My prof was trying to make a point about short term and long term memory. She would give one studet 3 random letters then ask them to count backwards, by threes from some random number she gave them. Everyone she called on or who volunteered seemed to have o problem with this task with the exception of one gril. Poor girl, she looks like a complete dizt now. She was given the three letters and the three digit number. No explanation on whatexactly todo, because the professor had gone through most of the class with this exercise, so, understanably, she did not feel the need to explain the rules of the acitivty again. Oh, this poor poor girl. This girl so sure of herself and so confident in her decision to volunteer for this activity and in her ability to complete this acitivity with flying colors she proceeded to repeat exactly what the prof had given her, the three numbers and the three digit number. The class giggled, the girl looked confesedly around the class and asked "what did I do?" The prof explained the rules to her, gave her threem more letters and another three digit number, the girl proceeded to recite the number and letter "sequence" backwards. The class giggled, rightfully, again. The girl asked, stupidly, again "what did I do?" The prof explained the activity yet again, butmore slowly, gave the girl three more letters and another three digit number to start counting backwards from. The girl cought on, but she does not know how to count backwards from 3s!&lt;br /&gt;Just in case this is hard to understand here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;Prfo- "ADK, 606"&lt;br /&gt;Girl- "ADK 606" (said the girl beaming at her itenllegence)&lt;br /&gt;Prof- confused: "You need to start counting backwards by threes from the number I give you, then recite the letters when asked."&lt;br /&gt;Girl- "oh, ok." confused&lt;br /&gt;Prof- "BKC, 766"&lt;br /&gt;Girl- "667 CKB" smiling, acomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Prof- "Uh, no, I am going to give you three letters, then a number to count backwards by threes from, then I will stop you and ask you to recite the letters. Youcount backwards, by threes, from the number I give you."&lt;br /&gt;Girl- "Oh, ok. I get it!"&lt;br /&gt;Prof- "JHT, 603"&lt;br /&gt;Girl- "603, 600, 599, 596..."&lt;br /&gt;TADA. Idiot!&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-5662045542107621310?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/5662045542107621310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=5662045542107621310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/5662045542107621310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/5662045542107621310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/07/psych-class-cracks-me-down.html' title='Psych class cracks me down'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-213204645869062785</id><published>2008-06-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:27:14.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More exciting in Houston</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year again folks! What time of year?, you may ask. It is time for &lt;a href="http://www.mixerhouston.com/"&gt;Mixers, Elixers, Imax&lt;/a&gt; at the Museum of Natural Science. There are live bands, hors d oeuvres, DJs, cash bar, dancing and free Imax. Every Friday night until August 29 from 6 to 10 pm. Plan a date with someone you like, love or loke, get a group of friends together. Get your tickets and see the line up of live entertainment &lt;a href="http://store.hmns.org/%28X%281%29S%28nudzw3554yqvmimqyeuplq45%29%29/DateSelection.aspx?item=27&amp;amp;venue=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there or be square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Q. required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my friends &lt;a href="http://karatalk.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for more fun things to do this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-213204645869062785?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/213204645869062785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=213204645869062785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/213204645869062785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/213204645869062785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-exciting-in-houston.html' title='More exciting in Houston'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1068708867015691527</id><published>2008-06-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:20:00.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama on the 5 9</title><content type='html'>I am on my way to campus, listening to some Panic at the Disco, their new album, minding my own business, singing along at the top of my lungs, I did not car pool today, when I look in my rear view, as I periodically do and noticed a car speeding at me. I must say I am glad my parents potty trained me well because I almost peed! Sorry, back on track.The guy swerves out of my lane just before smashing into the back of me, and into the far left lane, I was in the second to last right lane. Then he swerves back over to the far left lane. I noticed his back window was smashed and his rear driver tale light was crushed. I was thinking to myself, this guy needs a ticket, then I glance in my rear view mirror again and there is a sea of red and blue. So I decided it was time for me to get out of the way. So I did, about 10-15 police cars were chasing this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to campus I saw that my friend O.C. was online, he is a news anchor for a local news station, so I asked him what had happened. Apparently the guy got pulled over by a bike cop for no seat belt and he had a felony warrant. Speeding away from the cops is definitely a way to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some &lt;a href="http://www.khou.com/video/news-index.html?nvid=256997"&gt;footage&lt;/a&gt; from the helicopters  that were flying overhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1068708867015691527?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1068708867015691527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1068708867015691527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1068708867015691527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1068708867015691527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/drama-on-5-9.html' title='Drama on the 5 9'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-689359041030181025</id><published>2008-06-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:40:06.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff Houston</title><content type='html'>All of your money going to gas? Are you bored out of your mind? Have a hot date and low on cash because of gas? Have no fear THEMariam is here to help!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are tons of free things to do here in Houston and I am sure in other cities as well. If you are into films, or live shows or you just want to get your stretch on, there are TONS of places around town, well mostly in the mid town down town area, but free non the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first place is the new and wonderful park &lt;a href="http://www.discoverygreen.com/"&gt;Discovery Green&lt;/a&gt;. There are so many things to do there. For instance on 27 June there is a free &lt;a href="http://www.aurorapictureshow.org/calendar.asp?show=264"&gt;Short Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;, who could pass that up? It is being presented by&lt;a href="http://www.aurorapictureshow.org/default.asp"&gt; Aurora Picture show&lt;/a&gt;. Check out the Discovery Green &lt;a href="http://www.discoverygreen.com/eventscalendar/"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt; to find something that fits your interests. Also, every Monday and Wednesday at Domy Books you can see films for free! A free movie? That is great because ticket prices these days are retched and some places have done away with student price tickets! Sad days! There is also the &lt;a href="http://www.milleroutdoortheatre.com/default.asp?Mode=DirectoryDisplay&amp;amp;id=1&amp;amp;DirectoryUseAbsoluteOnSearch=True"&gt;Miller Outdoor Theatre&lt;/a&gt;, which has free live shows. You can take a picnic (no glass!), and watch a show with your honey, friends and/or family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even if your pockets are not as full as you would like, you can still have fun this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-689359041030181025?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/689359041030181025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=689359041030181025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/689359041030181025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/689359041030181025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-stuff-houston.html' title='Fun stuff Houston'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-7678487682206133583</id><published>2008-06-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:42:23.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpoolin'! NOT in the HOV</title><content type='html'>NOT in the HOV lane on the way home today, I posed, if I do say so myself, a good question. If a woman is pregnant and driving, can she travel in the HOV lane? Because she is carrying another passenger, it is just existing in her person and not in the vehicle itself. Would the woman need to carry proof that she is pregnant or would she need to be showing? Most people believe that the child is a person from conception, so she has a person in her, can she still travel in the HOV? If any of you have been in the position, contemplating whether or not you can take the HOV, I say go for it! Worse case scenario you get a ticket and fight it, because, I know this is morbid, but... if someone say, (I hate typing this but you can really see how my mind works through this) killed you and your baby, would that not be a double murder? Mind you I have not done research on this and I probably wont until I get pregnant (which wont be for a while). If any of you have insight to this, please feel free to let me know, I am curious to read other POVs!&lt;div&gt;Ever been driving and another driver gives you dirty looks or gives you a not so pleasant finger? Well that happened to Fatty and I today... and Gabo. So we decided that if this happens again or to any of you just roll down the window and say "Hey I like your spunk! Wanna crawl in the back and make babies? Then we can roll in the HOV together!" Or something along the lines of that. It would just be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-7678487682206133583?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/7678487682206133583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=7678487682206133583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7678487682206133583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7678487682206133583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/carpoolin-not-in-hov.html' title='Carpoolin&apos;! NOT in the HOV'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-294208920082538250</id><published>2008-06-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-8tHoNcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dFafTzwK4tM/s1600-h/DSCN2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-8tHoNcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dFafTzwK4tM/s200/DSCN2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208834025399530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my loverly puppy Phanny. (Short for Phantom.. of the Opera). She was staring in the mirror for a good twenty minutes yesterday, while I was studying. She seemed to be reassessing her life, should I have chewed my mommy's kabuki brush? Was that something I really wanted to do? Was I just angry or did I do it on a whim, with out thinking? Also, why can I see her in the wonderful shiny and spotty thing, but then see her when I turn around. She is in two places at once, that is why she is awesome and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-wc2UpqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nC0UC5-La3U/s1600-h/DSCN2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-wc2UpqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nC0UC5-La3U/s200/DSCN2201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208833814873548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on our way to campus we encountered a very misplaced polar bear. Houston of all places? Oh well, looks as though he is working to support his family. Mowing lawns is the best a polar bear could do? Hello! the Zoo, you get free food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-nZGnzLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/azgVgs5ceeY/s1600-h/DSCN2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-nZGnzLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/azgVgs5ceeY/s200/DSCN2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208833659249347762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me riding semi-public transportation yesterday. It was exciting, beats walking, although I do wish I had walked. I skipped the gym and felt guilty. At least trekking the 8 miles to my car makes me feel accomplished. Though I must be honest it was nice to get to the car and not be drenched in sweat. Gross, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-hkQ6gEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ziJve9bpLzQ/s1600-h/DSCN2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-hkQ6gEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ziJve9bpLzQ/s200/DSCN2190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208833559166091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I started carpooling with my friend Fatima (a.k.a Fatty, she is not really fat, I just shortened her name.) Doing our part for the environment, plus we get to roll in the HOV lane now, well I do, she always rolled in the HOV lane because... she has the most adorable son, Gabriel and it is a joy to have him screaming behind me in the car. I chose a smiley picture because everyone looks better when they are smiling. He looks like someone I used to know, a little scary, but I do not hold it against him.&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/529337724325959192-294208920082538250?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/294208920082538250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=294208920082538250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/294208920082538250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/294208920082538250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-week.html' title='This week....'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/SEl-8tHoNcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dFafTzwK4tM/s72-c/DSCN2197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-7209393507140375532</id><published>2008-06-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:01:24.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot!</title><content type='html'>Totally saw a guy on campus today wearing the shirt I got from &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt;. It is called &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/1191/My_Broderie_Tyrannosaurus"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt;Broderie Tyrannosaurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That made me super happy! I wanted to snap his picture, but he was holding the hand of a girl and I did not think she would appreciate that. I think it would have been better if I had my shirt on as well, then maybe the picture would have been more appropriate. Oh, well. That I am really trying to avoid t-shirts and such this summer aiming more towards sundresses. I am still wearing skirts as I did last summer, in fact I just bought a totally awesome one that was handmade by this lovely&lt;a href="http://seamsewswell.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/06/shop-update.html"&gt; lady&lt;/a&gt;! She has a wonderful online &lt;a href="http://www.seamsewswell.com/"&gt;store &lt;/a&gt;where she sells, vintage and handmade items. Love her! The wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.seamsewswell.com/site08/index2.html"&gt;skirt&lt;/a&gt; I bought should be here soon. I can not wait! I keep day dreaming about what I will wear with it. I just got the jitters thinking about its arrival, tempted to call my sister to see if it there yet, although it may not be, she said she would send it out Tuesday, today is Thursday, so it most likely is not here yet. One can dream.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/1191/My_Broderie_Tyrannosaurus"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-7209393507140375532?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/7209393507140375532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=7209393507140375532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7209393507140375532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7209393507140375532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/woot-woot.html' title='Woot Woot!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-2354607211935830093</id><published>2008-06-03T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:16:43.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bike (dream bike). Welcome to my head!</title><content type='html'>This morning I was pulling in to get gas when I see a little Asian lady on my bike. Well, on my dream bike. The color I want and everything. Tealy  sea foam greeny color. I still do not have a name for the brand of bike, but I know it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to snap a picture but she kept signaling me to go around. Sad days. She also had on an awesome Asian hat. I do not know what else to cal it. It was pointy and strawy and awesome. I would wear one of those I had a bike like that. Oh, the day....&lt;br /&gt;I have had that lady and that bike in my mind all day, she just looked so awesome. I bet I would look awesome one it. With my long dark hair trailing behind me the best it can with my Asian hat and helmet on, my elbow and knee pads with my summer dress and a basket full of flower that I stole from someones yard who is now chasing me which is why my hair is trailing behind me and I am not enjoying my bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email is in reference to post on my other &lt;a href="http://themariam.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-draw-your-bike.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-2354607211935830093?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/2354607211935830093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=2354607211935830093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2354607211935830093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2354607211935830093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bike-dream-bike-welcome-to-my-head.html' title='My bike (dream bike). Welcome to my head!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1312381676482230557</id><published>2008-05-21T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:16:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Info..</title><content type='html'>I just read an article is Cosmo about when me are ready to settle. It states that men in their early 20's are not looking for anything permanent, they are fishing around their college campuses, if they were smart enough to go, experimenting with girls. So ladies do not get too attached to a young one, even if they are the same age. Men in there mid twenties who just graduated university, if they were smart enough to go, are not looking to settle down either. They are focusing on their careers. Their life is in transition so although they are beginning to think long term, they just are not ready to go that far just yet. Early 30's, they have been a big boy long enough and feel that the next step is right for him. Late 30's, focused on career, getting ducks in a row, still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story. I either need to find someone older than me or wait until I am 30 for the "love of my life" to get his ducks in a row, he is around the same age as me. I put love of my life in quotations because I say that now, but who knows who I will meet, I still believe that Brandon Boyd is still an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this cosmo there was also an article on how to spy on your man. Inadvisable, the fact that the article was in the mag upset me. I think this just enables insecure women to snoop and be dishonest more successfully. Here is an idea, be a grown up and talk about it, if you still suspect him of cheating, why are you still with him? Also, this mag is not only sold to women, it is not some secret club of women who receive this mag, so he can read the article and move everything, or use it to snoop on you. Think twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1312381676482230557?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1312381676482230557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1312381676482230557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1312381676482230557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1312381676482230557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/info.html' title='Info..'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4386485891773669140</id><published>2008-05-18T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:22:36.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is National Photograph Your Day Day! DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-4386485891773669140?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/4386485891773669140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=4386485891773669140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4386485891773669140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4386485891773669140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='TODAY!!!!!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6834492865434929483</id><published>2008-05-18T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:15:47.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip?</title><content type='html'>Here are some money &lt;a href="http://studenttravel.about.com/od/getontheroad/p/road_trip_tips.htm"&gt;saving tips.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No desire to click here are some gas saving tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pCo"&gt;Save gas while driving: &lt;/span&gt;Follow a few simple gas-saving tips to save a lot of road trip money:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn off the AC -- it hogs the gas faster than a beer-guzzling frat boy drains a keg.&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ease off the pedal well before a stop sign and coast to a stop; take off in a mellow manner. Burning rubber burns gas needlessly. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inflate tires to close to max -- carry a teeny &lt;a href="http://erclk.about.com/?zi=23/ndw"&gt;tire gauge&lt;/a&gt; and read the tire's side.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid floors-it-for-you cruise control.   &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't speed. Wastes gas and one ticket can destroy a summer road trip budget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also try this &lt;a href="http://www.roadtripamerica.com/fuel-cost-calculator.php"&gt;Fuel Cost Calculator.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taking a road trip with some awesome friends as I am you can create your own road trip journal at this &lt;a href="http://www.roadtripamerica.com/Personal-Trip-Journals.htm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. It is free and your friends and family can keep track of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6834492865434929483?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6834492865434929483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=6834492865434929483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6834492865434929483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6834492865434929483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip?'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3844861133176448419</id><published>2008-05-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:09:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling this summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here some things to take with you that will keep your bag light and you looking FABULOUS! These tips are for a weekend trip customize the list to suit your vacation. I got these tips from Cosmo's June edition. Enjoy. My suggestions are in pink! This is for my Awesomenistas, I know we aren't traveling by plane but it will help to keep the car light  as to not waste gas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two fabulous bikinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A sarong or beach wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An oversize lightweight scarf for covering up at dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A sexy tank dress made of jersey material&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Forever 21 has great deals on them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Four pairs of underwear a light and dark bra one of them a strapless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One pair of flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One pair of comfy flats or slip-on sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A pair of heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two solid-color tanks or camis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two pairs of short shorts, one denim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A pair of tight jeans to wear with flats of heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A floral or solid-color sundress in a bold shade, like tangerine of cobalt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A lightweight hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thin hoop earrings (gold for the beach, silver silver for the city)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A chunky necklace (either brightly colored or with large metallic or stone accents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A think durable plastic bag (for the beach and dirty laundry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shampoo, conditioner (unless you use the hotels), makeup remover, razor, shaving cream, body lotion and eye cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste and floss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A hairbrush or comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pain reliever, upset stomach treatment and allergy meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunscreen and SPF lip balm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bug spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A spritzer bottle filled with clothing dewrinkler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Earplugs and an eye mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mini travel candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mini sewing kit with safety pins, tweezers and rubber bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A camera and cell phone, with extra batteries and chargers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quart-size plastic bag for any 3-ounce liquids you stash in your carry-on luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-3844861133176448419?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3844861133176448419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=3844861133176448419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3844861133176448419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3844861133176448419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/traveling-this-summer.html' title='Traveling this summer?'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6653392901726786458</id><published>2008-05-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:49:16.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thrifty this summer</title><content type='html'>These are some great ways to &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1737002_1737005_1737007,00.html"&gt;save money&lt;/a&gt; on gas this summer if you are traveling this summer or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6653392901726786458?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6653392901726786458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=6653392901726786458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6653392901726786458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6653392901726786458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-thrifty-this-summer.html' title='Be thrifty this summer'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1709902796277827534</id><published>2008-05-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:59:42.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great reason to eat out, then bake in!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://gabs.strength.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GABS_homepage"&gt;Great American Bake Sale&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://join.strength.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GADO_homepage"&gt;Great American Dine Out&lt;/a&gt; organizations are helping to end childhood hunger in a unique way. Holding a bake sale in your community can help prevent childhood hunger. Visit the &lt;a href="http://gabs.strength.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GABS_homepage"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to join a group in your community, start one of your own or purchase delicious baked goods. You can even hold an online bake sale. Gotta love technology! &lt;a href="http://join.strength.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GADO_homepage"&gt;Great American Dine Out&lt;/a&gt; has gotten several restaurants all over the nation involved. If you are going to dine out anyway, why not get more for your money, a scrumptious meal and a good feeling! If you own a restaurant and would like to participate &lt;a href="http://join.strength.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GADO_getinvolved_register"&gt;sign up&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1709902796277827534?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1709902796277827534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1709902796277827534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1709902796277827534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1709902796277827534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-reason-to-eat-out-then-bake-in.html' title='A great reason to eat out, then bake in!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-569830649488005937</id><published>2008-04-28T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:19:36.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going NUTS!</title><content type='html'>I can not seem to get him out of my head. Someone send my brain to space and my heart to the devil. There is not enough oxygen for my brain to survive in space and the devil does not allow love to happen. I am not in love with him. It would just be easier if my body was torn apart and strewn across the world, the universe and make believe places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I FOUND MY PURSE CALENDAR! I am now back on track an now longer going crazy. I know, some of you are thinking, well you have a calendar in your book bag, you have your Google Calendar, you have your iCal and you have &lt;a href="http://www.iwantsandy.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt;, why do you need your purse calendar? I answer... because that is where everything starts! Everything begins there and is put into my other calendars so I always know what is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-569830649488005937?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/569830649488005937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=569830649488005937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/569830649488005937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/569830649488005937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-nuts.html' title='I&apos;m going NUTS!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-874392525234453909</id><published>2008-04-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:39:28.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer is coming...&lt;br /&gt;Poolside lounging is near...&lt;br /&gt;River floating is much closer...&lt;br /&gt;Road tripping The Awesomenistas around Texas...&lt;br /&gt;FREE (hands above the waist) HUGS...&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade in the park...&lt;br /&gt;Lip syncing in the park...&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful wizard of Oz...&lt;br /&gt;Picnic in the median...&lt;br /&gt;Dressy dresses and Chilis...&lt;br /&gt;Rented convertible...?&lt;br /&gt;Memory Lane...&lt;br /&gt;"I will walk..." on the side of the road...&lt;br /&gt;Midnight AwesomeRitas...&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect cards...&lt;br /&gt;"The puzzle fits" pins...&lt;br /&gt;Get your MAK on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be bright shiny and glowy!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-874392525234453909?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/874392525234453909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=874392525234453909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/874392525234453909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/874392525234453909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3665154485010179134</id><published>2008-04-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:14:04.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a difference! Shut your mouth!</title><content type='html'>Read this &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/moms/5722972.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, be enlightened, participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ink or a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr."&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Fiasco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-3665154485010179134?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3665154485010179134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=3665154485010179134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3665154485010179134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3665154485010179134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-difference-shut-your-mouth.html' title='Make a difference! Shut your mouth!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6667078270327468302</id><published>2008-04-15T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:13:50.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the lyrics, DownLoad the song.... something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The 4th Branch"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Talking]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new age is upon us&lt;br /&gt;And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave&lt;br /&gt;For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man&lt;br /&gt;shall stand before God!!!  It has begun&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish&lt;br /&gt;A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran&lt;br /&gt;They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam&lt;br /&gt;When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran&lt;br /&gt;This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings&lt;br /&gt;Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings&lt;br /&gt;I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish&lt;br /&gt;The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ&lt;br /&gt;You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white&lt;br /&gt;Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Conservative political right wing, ideology&lt;br /&gt;Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation&lt;br /&gt;Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination&lt;br /&gt;Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration&lt;br /&gt;How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?&lt;br /&gt;Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves&lt;br /&gt;Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;Human rights violations, we continue the saga&lt;br /&gt;El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain&lt;br /&gt;Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change&lt;br /&gt;They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle&lt;br /&gt;A bandana full of glittering, generality&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?&lt;br /&gt;Read about the history of the place that we live in&lt;br /&gt;And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs&lt;br /&gt;Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage&lt;br /&gt;The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension&lt;br /&gt;And they refuse to even mention, European intervention&lt;br /&gt;Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams&lt;br /&gt;U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's&lt;br /&gt;Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams&lt;br /&gt;Media censorship, blocking out the video screens&lt;br /&gt;A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'&lt;br /&gt;The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason&lt;br /&gt;A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'&lt;br /&gt;And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon&lt;br /&gt;It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid&lt;br /&gt;Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique&lt;br /&gt;Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks&lt;br /&gt;You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade&lt;br /&gt;Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God&lt;br /&gt;Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain&lt;br /&gt;Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change&lt;br /&gt;They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle&lt;br /&gt;A bandana full of glittering, generality&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?&lt;br /&gt;Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you&lt;br /&gt;While you hanging your flag out your project window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Talking]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;The fourth branch of the government AKA the media&lt;br /&gt;Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials&lt;br /&gt;As if their opinion was at all unbiased&lt;br /&gt;A machine shouldn't speak for men&lt;br /&gt;So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's serious&lt;br /&gt;When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign&lt;br /&gt;To try to convince you they're fair and balanced&lt;br /&gt;When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people&lt;br /&gt;Giving that type of mentality a safe haven&lt;br /&gt;We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do&lt;br /&gt;We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!&lt;br /&gt;We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!&lt;br /&gt;We are cheap labor, nigga!&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the news and read, nigga!&lt;br /&gt;Read... read... read...&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/529337724325959192-6667078270327468302?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6667078270327468302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=6667078270327468302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6667078270327468302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6667078270327468302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-lyrics-download-song-something.html' title='Read the lyrics, DownLoad the song.... something'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3739760122540880216</id><published>2008-04-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:28.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a pair of these awesome shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_-Iy7Vu6qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pTYQmP7K6qY/s1600-h/2260801323_ea17b1773a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_-Iy7Vu6qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pTYQmP7K6qY/s200/2260801323_ea17b1773a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188015704257784482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These shoes rock my socks. If these were real... would YOU wear them?&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/529337724325959192-3739760122540880216?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3739760122540880216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=3739760122540880216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3739760122540880216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3739760122540880216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/everyone-needs-pair-of-these-awesome.html' title='Everyone needs a pair of these awesome shoes!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_-Iy7Vu6qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pTYQmP7K6qY/s72-c/2260801323_ea17b1773a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-7113117898875829928</id><published>2008-04-09T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:25:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins...</title><content type='html'>I have had several people recently tell me that what ever happened was done by their "Evil Twin". Quite disturbing. Are you that ashamed of the choices you have made? Are you using this "alter ego" to live out your fantasies? Why not just be who you are? Life is so much easier that way. If you make a decision, stick by it. If someone doesn't like you for the decisions you have made, who cares, punch them in the face and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;"Evil Twins" get on my nerves! Don't try to  make what you did OK by stating that "My "Evil Twin" did it!" Fess up Weak Willy! Take pride in your mistakes and indulgences. I have no "Evil Twin"! I did it! ME! I broke your heart, I ate your sandwich, I rear ended you, I poked you in the eye, I! I! I!&lt;br /&gt;Take pride doomaus! Don't hide behind some alter ego because you are ashamed of who you are. Love yourself, then you can love someone else and someone else can love you!&lt;br /&gt;Read my friends &lt;a href="http://ablogtionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for the full definition of a Boo Radley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-7113117898875829928?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/7113117898875829928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=7113117898875829928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7113117898875829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/7113117898875829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/twins.html' title='Twins...'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4370943892132111581</id><published>2008-04-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:29.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today to my people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEsBBSI7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ft-PCBN34D8/s1600-h/DSC06118_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEsBBSI7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ft-PCBN34D8/s200/DSC06118_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185407543942456242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEsRBSI8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/4m4L8L6iOnk/s1600-h/DSC06328_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEsRBSI8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/4m4L8L6iOnk/s200/DSC06328_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185407548237423554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEshBSI9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/onbYOS2NMqI/s1600-h/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEshBSI9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/onbYOS2NMqI/s200/DSCN0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185407552532390866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEtBBSI-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/k7TTK0XmOW8/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEtBBSI-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/k7TTK0XmOW8/s200/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185407561122325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEtRBSI_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Gj_Y-MPG4_Q/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEtRBSI_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Gj_Y-MPG4_Q/s200/PICT0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185407565417292786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZDihBSI6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z9Mk79cedOA/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZDihBSI6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z9Mk79cedOA/s200/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185406281222071202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZDPhBSI5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/vZ1X-xhVYUQ/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZDPhBSI5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/vZ1X-xhVYUQ/s200/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185405954804556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am great full for the friends I have. Without them I would not be me. My friends/ co workers that encourage my quirky ideas and actions. My Ashley who listens to everything and steals me from class. My Steph who tells it like it is, even at the most inappropriate times. My Summer for understanding things about me that most people don't and won't and loving me despite them. My Laleh who shaves the boredom away. My Navid who talks sh*! with me. My Javad who takes my jokes and turns them around on me. My mom who tests my character, knowing I will shine through. my dad who keeps me in line even when he isn't trying. My Dannielle who takes it all in stride and shows me how to do the same. My LoLo who takes and dishes it right back because deep down she loves me. My Delaney who stands strong at her weakest moments and shows me that I can too. My Nelson who keeps me grounded calm and enthusiastic. My Spunky Brewster who nibbles my ears because she loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-4370943892132111581?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/4370943892132111581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=4370943892132111581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4370943892132111581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4370943892132111581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-to-my-people.html' title='Today to my people.'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_ZEsBBSI7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ft-PCBN34D8/s72-c/DSC06118_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-779638363412773726</id><published>2008-03-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:29.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_EHSBBSIpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RNeXpu2OdEo/s1600-h/DSCN0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_EHSBBSIpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RNeXpu2OdEo/s200/DSCN0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183932652173009554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot wait...&lt;br /&gt;until Saturday&lt;br /&gt;until the semester is over&lt;br /&gt;until next semester&lt;br /&gt;until July&lt;br /&gt;until I find him again&lt;br /&gt;until I crawl into bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;until I take a hot shower and an even hotter bath&lt;br /&gt;until I say "I love you." and really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;until I smile at little feet&lt;br /&gt;until I see the most beautiful thing ever&lt;br /&gt;until I hold the hand of someone&lt;br /&gt;until my foot wakes up&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/529337724325959192-779638363412773726?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/779638363412773726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=779638363412773726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/779638363412773726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/779638363412773726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cannot-wait.html' title='I cannot wait...'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R_EHSBBSIpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RNeXpu2OdEo/s72-c/DSCN0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-4789399890834162836</id><published>2008-03-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:30.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double post day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0iChBSImI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pp6TVmlXBPY/s1600-h/DSCN0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0iChBSImI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pp6TVmlXBPY/s200/DSCN0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182836172792144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0iCxBSInI/AAAAAAAAANw/lqhJYywx-eo/s1600-h/DSCN0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0iCxBSInI/AAAAAAAAANw/lqhJYywx-eo/s200/DSCN0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182836177087111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h0hBSIhI/AAAAAAAAANA/T0aG4QZv8ts/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h0hBSIhI/AAAAAAAAANA/T0aG4QZv8ts/s200/DSCN0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835932273975826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1BBSIiI/AAAAAAAAANI/3TrlePYq4_s/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1BBSIiI/AAAAAAAAANI/3TrlePYq4_s/s200/DSCN0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835940863910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1hBSIjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ELVRDvFBl2U/s1600-h/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1hBSIjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ELVRDvFBl2U/s200/DSCN0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835949453845042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1xBSIkI/AAAAAAAAANY/j8dgUdWEY7M/s1600-h/DSCN0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h1xBSIkI/AAAAAAAAANY/j8dgUdWEY7M/s200/DSCN0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835953748812354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h2BBSIlI/AAAAAAAAANg/mJzemA8-9O4/s1600-h/DSCN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0h2BBSIlI/AAAAAAAAANg/mJzemA8-9O4/s200/DSCN0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835958043779666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving my psych class this morning and I walk by the fountain. The fountain I usually ignore, I have seen it a hundred times before, but today something made me stop. BUBBLES! This may cuase problems for the grounds keeper, but I am glad whoever did this, did it. It made people stop. It slowed everyones day down just a bit, made them realise that they do need time to enjoy the scenery because you never know what surprises are in store.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pictures, the rest will be on my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/themariam/"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-4789399890834162836?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/4789399890834162836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=4789399890834162836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4789399890834162836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/4789399890834162836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/double-post-day.html' title='Double post day'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R-0iChBSImI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pp6TVmlXBPY/s72-c/DSCN0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3686682826454462694</id><published>2008-03-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:42:23.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad days</title><content type='html'>I found out last night that a friend of mine died of a heart attack. She was young. Very young. She had a heat condition that no one knew about. She was an amazing person, she always put a smile on my face.  Her life was cut short but I know she was loved and that she loved. I am glad I knew her. I miss you Kai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-3686682826454462694?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3686682826454462694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=3686682826454462694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3686682826454462694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3686682826454462694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-days.html' title='Sad days'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-3916830960200668182</id><published>2008-03-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:01:55.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not the straw that broke this camels back.</title><content type='html'>I had a nice long discussion on the way back to Austin this evening. I realize that I need to take my own advice, as has been said numerous times to numerous people. I need to not live or relive my past anymore. I need to carry it me as a reminder. I find that because I relive my past that it is hard for me to trust anyone new, to allow anyone I really could care about into my life because I am afraid they will judge me for the things I have done and lived through in my past. I don't want people to wonder why I was not strong enough to just leave and why now I find it so "easy" to drop someone from my life as I have done with so many wonderful people. I am just isolating myself because I do not want people to hate for things I already hate myself for. I need to let go, and realise that the decisions I made in the past will effect how people will perceive me. I know that I am worth getting to know and worth loving, but I can not allow someone else to love me when I do not truly love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little thing I wrote when all this was new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bite this hand, the one that held you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The words you say give me hope.&lt;br /&gt;The things you do tear me down.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me, Hug me, Fuck me and CHOKE!&lt;br /&gt;Bite this hand, the one that held you.&lt;br /&gt;Shake this body, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;I held the hand of a devil in an angels body.&lt;br /&gt;Clip your wings and fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusting and you will forever be you.&lt;br /&gt;You seethed through my body like the toxins I inhale everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick and make it hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the angel at someone elses side, you be the devil in someone elses heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is dead and your heart blackened,the universe cries for you, I worry not.&lt;br /&gt;I remain unaltered by your blame.&lt;br /&gt;I came through all those perils unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that sends me spiraling back into that state. I hate that I can not let go of these emotions. I hate that they are infecting every relationship I try to maintain. I am sorry to those I shut out. I am sorry to myself for making me live such a desolate life. The only way I know how to deal is to try to forget. So many "anniversary" appear at the beginning of the year for me, I know they are coming but it hits me like "a ton of bricks" every time. Once I think I have forgotten, it all comes flooding back. I do have regrets and I live with them every day. I need to carry them with me so I know not to make those mistakes again, but instead I live them out everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want everyone to know why I am the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-3916830960200668182?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/3916830960200668182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=3916830960200668182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3916830960200668182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/3916830960200668182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-not-straw-that-broke-this.html' title='You are not the straw that broke this camels back.'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-2762311628698942301</id><published>2008-03-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:57:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH!!!!!! Didn't want to study Spanish</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what the other is thinking? How they are feeling, what they are doing?&lt;br /&gt;I do. All the time. I wonder i they think of me as much as I think of them. Probably not, but it is nice to think that someone is thinking of you. This topic is boring. Maybe I will take Summers bike for a ride. That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I still have not decided whether I want to leave on Friday or Sunday..... eh. I will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen as they should, I will meet him again soon and things will be as they should. This I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-2762311628698942301?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/2762311628698942301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=2762311628698942301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2762311628698942301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2762311628698942301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/blah-didnt-want-to-study-spanish.html' title='BLAH!!!!!! Didn&apos;t want to study Spanish'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1934590516988312400</id><published>2008-03-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:30.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R92-xDG5HTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jMKrDs4Fk2A/s1600-h/IMG_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R92-xDG5HTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jMKrDs4Fk2A/s200/IMG_3359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178504896403021106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my new tattoo. Feels good to have my body balanced. Just need to get my emotions in check. Still a little sick from stress.&lt;br /&gt;I think things just went too far and now there is no way to fix it. It will all work out in the end, I just hope sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;I am in Austin visiting my brother and sister in law. I am having a blast, I am really glad I came. I am tired of Houston, I think I have had my fill and am ready to move on to bigger and better things. Just need to grad to get that ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;The best quote from today came Jason, my brother's friend, we were talking about my sensitive senses i.e. taste, smell and Jason said "The only thing not sensitive about you is your personality! You are ruthless." I was speechless, he hit the nail on the head. For those of you that know me, you know this. I must that is the best quote from this trip so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1934590516988312400?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1934590516988312400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1934590516988312400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1934590516988312400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1934590516988312400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R92-xDG5HTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jMKrDs4Fk2A/s72-c/IMG_3359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-2310849580859106786</id><published>2008-03-15T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:31.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos, cake, lake and fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8KjG5HMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhP_fGHeGRY/s1600-h/IMG_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8KjG5HMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhP_fGHeGRY/s200/IMG_3298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220560978091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LjG5HOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kdp75vrt6DI/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LjG5HOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kdp75vrt6DI/s200/IMG_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220578157960418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LzG5HPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GhZazecpQi4/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LzG5HPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GhZazecpQi4/s200/IMG_3306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220582452927730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LTG5HNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/N9swRzgb0IQ/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8LTG5HNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/N9swRzgb0IQ/s200/IMG_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220573862993106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6yDG5HHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dBiK8m-2Cvk/s1600-h/IMG_3278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6yDG5HHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dBiK8m-2Cvk/s200/IMG_3278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178219040559668338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8MDG5HQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/t-Scwqx7L1I/s1600-h/IMG_3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8MDG5HQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/t-Scwqx7L1I/s200/IMG_3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220586747895042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6yTG5HII/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bg4ydkQCVGU/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6yTG5HII/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bg4ydkQCVGU/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178219044854635650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zzG5HLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m5ZlnDukiYU/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zzG5HLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m5ZlnDukiYU/s200/IMG_3294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178219070624439474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                  We had fun today! We hung out at the river. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zDG5HJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MSTwH5e7foU/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zDG5HJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MSTwH5e7foU/s200/IMG_3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178219057739537554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zTG5HKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UBG6yG2_EOM/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y6zTG5HKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UBG6yG2_EOM/s200/IMG_3292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178219062034504866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful property, GREAT view. We skipped rocks, ate, talked it was an awesomly relaxing day. See the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;This evening Summer and I had plans to get tattoos, thos plans fell through because the people at Atomic Tattoo on Burnet suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-2310849580859106786?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/2310849580859106786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=2310849580859106786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2310849580859106786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2310849580859106786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/tattoos-cake-lake-and-fun.html' title='Tattoos, cake, lake and fun!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9y8KjG5HMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhP_fGHeGRY/s72-c/IMG_3298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1003735564922106969</id><published>2008-03-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:09:17.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate...</title><content type='html'>Cold tile floors&lt;br /&gt;cold toilet seats on a warm sleepy butt&lt;br /&gt;windshield wipers that make noise!&lt;br /&gt;Being wet unintentionally i.e. rain!&lt;br /&gt;Liars&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on something sharp on carpet and not being able to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on a plug! OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Creepy guys&lt;br /&gt;Being able to hear your phone but not being able to see it&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can hear my watch ticking&lt;br /&gt;My phone ringing when I try to take a nap&lt;br /&gt;People eating your food without asking&lt;br /&gt;People playing with my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;Angle desks at school that my comp and books slide off of&lt;br /&gt;People starring&lt;br /&gt;People texting when we haven't spoken in AGES!&lt;br /&gt;the words "moist"&lt;br /&gt;people I don't know touching me&lt;br /&gt;puppies licking my computer, its not FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;stuff on my hands&lt;br /&gt;i think that is it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1003735564922106969?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1003735564922106969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1003735564922106969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1003735564922106969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1003735564922106969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I hate...'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1856754911760327976</id><published>2008-03-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:31.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Create Purposefully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9fzvDG5HAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o4WUC1fnnDA/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9fzvDG5HAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o4WUC1fnnDA/s200/IMG_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176874286299290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create purposefully is to do it on purpose, DUH! To have the intention to create, but that takes the creativity out of whatever it is. My best work came when I just sat down with my journal and a pen or my pastels and my sketch pad. I didn't do it on purpose, I felt creative, sat down and it happened. I am not saying that what came out was so totally awesome that it should be put in the MET or published, but it was great, because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1856754911760327976?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1856754911760327976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1856754911760327976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1856754911760327976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1856754911760327976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/create-purposefully.html' title='Create Purposefully.'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/R9fzvDG5HAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o4WUC1fnnDA/s72-c/IMG_0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-1581557740829501678</id><published>2008-03-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:28:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is easier for me...</title><content type='html'>In all honesty, I am done with you. I just like to keep people around to make me feel wanted, so I wont tell you this to your face. I am done with you, I got bored, you changed everything and now I am finished. I've lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the past, it is easier for me to forget you, than for you to forget me. Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad, you are a great person, just not for me. Not yet, if ever. I hope there are no hard feelings, we can still be friends, things just can't be the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less serious topic. I love color. All color. Colored paper, pencils, pens, markers, CRAYONS, clothes, shoes, nail polish, computer covers.&lt;br /&gt;OK, done!&lt;br /&gt;Mariam OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-1581557740829501678?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/1581557740829501678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=1581557740829501678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1581557740829501678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/1581557740829501678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-easier-for-me.html' title='It is easier for me...'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6383406687236022622</id><published>2008-03-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:19:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Dangerously</title><content type='html'>I nap dangerously. I nap at times when I shouldn't. I'm just kidding, I don't nap. Every time I attempt to nap my phone rings, or a phone rings. I know, just put your phone on vibrate... I hear it. I HEAR IT! I hear everything. My watch has the loudest second hand ticker IN THE WORLD. I can hear if over the radio in my car.... is it because I am focusing on it? Possibly. The same with my windshield wipers. I put my music as loud as possible when it is raining to ATTEMPT to drown out the screech of my brand new, yes folks, brand new windshield wipers. It does not make sense. I hate unnecessary noise. I know, you might say "Mariam, how do you plan on working with kids, how do you work with kids now, when most of the stuff that comes out of their faces is unnecessary noise." I might answer, "because these kids are our future and they need someone to care and to listen to unnecessary noise, not give up on them, to help them succeed, to help them realize that there is a better future out there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Did you see that? Did you see how "nap dangerously" spiraled into why I want to work with kids. That is awesome! OK, bye all.&lt;br /&gt;Mariam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6383406687236022622?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6383406687236022622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=6383406687236022622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6383406687236022622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6383406687236022622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/nap-dangerously.html' title='Nap Dangerously'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-8143557379511854101</id><published>2008-03-09T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:12:45.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Fearlessly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To play fearlessly is to put your all into everything you do. No matter how hard we try, life is a game. You have to strategize your every move. You should do so fearlessly. Your goal in life is to survive, be happy. To play fearlessly is to win. You may not accomplish what it was you were hoping, but you played as you wanted and have no regrets or "what ifs" hanging over your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-8143557379511854101?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/8143557379511854101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=8143557379511854101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/8143557379511854101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/8143557379511854101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-fearlessly.html' title='Play Fearlessly'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-6075225122486066476</id><published>2008-03-08T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:56:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Fearlessly!</title><content type='html'>Live Fearlessly... What it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;To me, living fearlessly is not caring. Doing what you know is right, regardless of what others may think. Wear that yellow hat with pink pants and BE a strawberry banana shake! Walk up to that hot guy/girl and start a convo (if they tell you to go away, go away FEARLESSLY.) I know this is&lt;span class="me"&gt; cliché&lt;/span&gt; but I am going to say it anyway, tell that one person how you really feel. Feed a stray dog or cat, if they look rabid, run away FEARFULLY! Give your two cents when ever you can. Raise your hand, SPEAK! Stand on you own, have dinner in a restaurant by yourself, go to movies by yourself. Push yourself on a park swing. Ride the  bus  from one end of the line to the other. Walk. Run. Do what you think will make you feel better, give you a better quality of life..... LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Mariam OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-6075225122486066476?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/6075225122486066476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=6075225122486066476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6075225122486066476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/6075225122486066476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-fearlessly.html' title='Live Fearlessly!'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529337724325959192.post-2993878986467185709</id><published>2007-11-26T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:02:22.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INquiry</title><content type='html'>How does one go about getting the un-get-able get?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says... " I don't play games." ~ Everyone&lt;br /&gt;But how else will someone go about approaching you? You judge by the cover... I do... we all do. What draws us to talk to someone is what they look like on the outside. I know for many of you and myself, that the personality it is the icing on the cake or the mold on the bread. It makes the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529337724325959192-2993878986467185709?l=hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/feeds/2993878986467185709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529337724325959192&amp;postID=2993878986467185709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2993878986467185709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529337724325959192/posts/default/2993878986467185709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugitloveittouchit.blogspot.com/2007/11/inquiry.html' title='INquiry'/><author><name>THE Mariam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xB8SPHThoo/S2sbJ_JBmiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QFvlhXrfWKA/S220/DSC02355.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
