<?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-20382230</id><updated>2012-01-06T23:13:55.552-05:00</updated><category term='Hotness'/><category term='Henry'/><category term='Lily Allen'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Late night.'/><category term='Ramadan'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='Daydreaming'/><category term='Closer to the grave'/><category term='pointless_rant_that_you_probably_wont_get'/><category term='Barack &apos;08'/><category term='Chad White'/><category term='Trends'/><category term='College'/><category term='Yummy'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Fetishes'/><category term='Sexy Time'/><category term='Grrrrr'/><category term='good music'/><category term='&quot;profoundness&quot;'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='I guess that means that I&apos;m going to die soon'/><category term='2008'/><category term='things i miss'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='racism'/><category term='TV'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='US of A'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='Stale Chalupas'/><category term='wishlist item'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='the bachelor'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='2007'/><category term='I luv Nerds'/><category term='Chef Taqo'/><category term='Deathly Hallows'/><category term='Life'/><category term='huh?'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='blah_blah_blah'/><category term='LMAO'/><category term='Hateration'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Love'/><category term='T&apos;fashalt'/><category term='phood porn'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Muslims'/><category term='Friends.'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='and then hell broke loose'/><category term='♥♥'/><category term='Updating because I can'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='adios'/><category term='Ouch'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='lawl'/><category term='winter'/><category term='&apos;06'/><category term='stop vomitting on me'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Blogiversary'/><category term='AIDS'/><category term='video of the week'/><category term='Hijab'/><category term='falsafa shizz'/><category term='Fudge Up'/><category term='Bitchiness'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='100th post'/><category term='????'/><category term='GOSH'/><category term='brownie sundae'/><category term='before_sleeping'/><category term='Fear Tactics'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='Campaigns'/><category term='Ugly Betty'/><category term='Epic-ness.'/><category term='Wow'/><category term='Pizza'/><category term='Limewire Hate'/><category term='Missing Riyo'/><category term='my_own_interpretation'/><category term='Music'/><category term='maggie moo&apos;s'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Phish Food'/><category term='Self Reference'/><category term='Fuck this shit'/><category term='Anti-'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='Cuckoo'/><category term='I&apos;m 20; Biatch'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='wtf?'/><category term='Teeth'/><category term='RHCP'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='frou_frou'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Taqo-isms'/><category term='Blogger hate'/><category term='Seasonal'/><category term='I want YOU'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Wj3'/><category term='Spaz'/><category term='Yaaay'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Pedestrian Is Just Another Word For Speed Bump</title><subtitle type='html'>narcissistic thoughts, rants, ideas, drama, and such...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2548371593814553911</id><published>2008-08-16T23:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:21:57.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>He did it, betches. He made history.</title><content type='html'>He won his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8th gold medal&lt;/span&gt; in one Olympic game, and also broke the world record.&lt;br /&gt;Making him the worlds&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bestest swimmer&lt;/span&gt;. Ya digggggg? ;)&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/ajp1zs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/ajp1zs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is post number 200 for me.&lt;br /&gt;Great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is over there in Beijing walking on sunshine, cuz I am, and I didn't even win shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and swimming y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKehBUfmGOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eO9NDyY-VDI/s1600-h/f4k8rc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKehBUfmGOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eO9NDyY-VDI/s320/f4k8rc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235330135894661346" 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/20382230-2548371593814553911?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2548371593814553911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2548371593814553911' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2548371593814553911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2548371593814553911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-did-it-betches-he-made-history.html' title='He did it, betches. He made history.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/ajp1zs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8483014994785014375</id><published>2008-08-13T15:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:28:59.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What I've been up to (more or less)</title><content type='html'>1. Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOreay-LTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rI8MIL8_Tek/s1600-h/24427335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOreay-LTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rI8MIL8_Tek/s320/24427335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234215731012185394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS MICHAEL PHELPS A BEAST, OR IS HE A BEAST?&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I can't even express the...the...PASSION :P That I feel for him right now&lt;br /&gt;He makes me....proud. Such a great swimmer. Such  a gorgeous body. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me want to start swimming again. It's been about 5 years since I last swam competitively. Never won any...only ever got bronze, lol. But it was good fun. Plus, I had awesome legs because of it, hah. Too bad that I'll probably never be able to do that again; unless for some reason we move back..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA gymnastics team act like a bunch of frat boys. They seem soo...douche-y. I miss the Hamm twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best Olympic moment thus far has to have been, the 400m swimming relay.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Lezak suddenly gets a surge of energy and in the last  seconds and passes the french guy ( Bernard, a.k.a TRASH talker ) to win the gold. I screamed so loud. It was such an awesome moment in swimming history :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 Olympics will be in LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOO GOING TO BE THERE, BBS!&lt;br /&gt;MARK MY WORDS ;)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I won't even have to pay for a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Work....sucks and is starting to really BORE me. As soon as I find something (which I hope will happen soooooon!) else I am quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tysons..Been here enough times to last a life time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/tysons-corner-mall-address.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/tysons-corner-mall-address.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Georgetown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOkIM-WD8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mv_zvjt_qP0/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOkIM-WD8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mv_zvjt_qP0/s320/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234207652763275202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOkjH19ZII/AAAAAAAAAJw/276ysQrvOp4/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOkjH19ZII/AAAAAAAAAJw/276ysQrvOp4/s320/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234208115242394754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;BEST NACHOS EVER. NO LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The other Boleyn girl. This is a effin' good book. I'm kind of surprised. Didn't think in a million years I'd enjoy it this much. Sex, money, mistresses, illegitimate children, status, beauty, lies, , and everything else in between. Drama. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five Guys.&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating here waay too much. Almost as much as I've been eating pizza ;)&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOwMDtyuWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EnTUgAzH3UE/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOwMDtyuWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EnTUgAzH3UE/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234220913136941410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Missing appointments.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I've missed about...1..2...3! 3 appointment's in the past month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Movies. Have seen: Wanted, Dark Knight, Journey to the center of the earth, Step Brothers, and yesterday Pineapple Express ( Superbad was better, btw); last movie I saw it with my friends before they left back to Riyadh :( Their flight left at 6 pm this evening. ..I hadn't had that much fun with anybody all year. Back to my normal routine I guess, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my cousin tells me that I'm going to have "so much fun" at college this year.&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;As September 2nd gets closer and closer, the more scared I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another also, I bought the new Jonas Brothers Album yesterday. I can't decide if that is something that I am ashamed to admit yet or not. I can't fight this sudden obsession...!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel 14 again :)&lt;br /&gt;On the real though...it's all about Joe for me. If he wasn't in the group, I probably wouldn't give a shit about them. Nick is cute. Kevin is...meh. But Joe?&lt;br /&gt;Pure animal attraction :"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...nothing too interesting here...just thought I'd update this dusty thing :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8483014994785014375?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8483014994785014375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8483014994785014375' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8483014994785014375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8483014994785014375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ive-been-up-to-more-or-less.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to (more or less)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SKOreay-LTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rI8MIL8_Tek/s72-c/24427335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-91314916971399000</id><published>2008-08-06T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:37:49.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><title type='text'>..but she's just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually changed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjTohb4JvLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjTohb4JvLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-91314916971399000?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/91314916971399000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=91314916971399000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/91314916971399000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/91314916971399000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-shes-just-like-maze-where-all-of.html' title='..but she&apos;s just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually changed..'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1378106514703744433</id><published>2008-07-23T16:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:46:32.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US of A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Tidbits (for lack of a better name..)</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I sat down to eat a slice of pizza on my fifteen minute break at work (I can't stop eating the pizza. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;.) As I'm sitting there struggling to find a way to effectively chew the pizza down in my metal-ridden mouth - it can get pretty ugly :p -,  this little kid, about 6 or 7 runs up to a guy that is sitting a few tables across from and goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAD. THERE'S A TERRORIST IN THE BATHROOM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad said something to him that I couldn't hear, he probably told him to stfu because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; he must have been embarrassed as loud as that kid was.  And they get up, get their plates up, and start making their way out of the food court.&lt;br /&gt;Whats even worse is the fact that I just knew that he was probably referring to a Sikh.&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, about 30 seconds later, I see an Indian looking guy in a pink turban coming from the direction of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the eff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Terrorists wear pink, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, same shit next day.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the bus at the metro station.&lt;br /&gt;This older lady (Muhajaba) sees me standing waiting for the bus. I was wearing a scarf that day so she comes towards me and smiles; I smile back. She trys to talk to me in English - which isn't too good :) So she asks me if I speak Arabic. "Yes". Then she asks me a few questions about which bus she should catch. She sounded Egyptian, and she also sounded like she didn't know too much about catching the metro..she probabaly just moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our bus comes. (She was getting on the same bus as me)&lt;br /&gt;The doors open up, and she is trying to get on even though people are getting off.&lt;br /&gt;General rule is, you're to wait until the people who want to get off of the bus  get off before you try to board..but she didn't. And I'm guessing that was because she didn't really know any better.&lt;br /&gt;But the bus driver flips out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXCUSE ME. YOU HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THEY GET OFF, BEFORE YOU GET ON THE BUS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough. She understood that and backed down off of the stairs..&lt;br /&gt;But the bus driver isn't finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS AMERICA. I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT WHEREVER YOU COME FROM, BUT THIS IS AMERICA, AND THIS IS HOW WE DO IT HERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, again...&lt;br /&gt;What the eff???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she was old enough to be your mother. Learn some God damn manners.&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, why was that second part even necessary!? She backed off of the stairs as soon as you told her to. That was suffifcient enough...so what the hell is your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to to mention that there were about 15 people in line behind her, and a whole bus full of people now looking out the window at her. How effing humiliating. When it was my turn to get on I honestly had half a mind to ask him "Was that really necessary???"...I had some where to be though, and I was already half an hour late..didn't feel like getting kicked off the bus or whatever. And I know thats hardly an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the old lady ended up not riding the bus anyway. It was the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he pissed me off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident happened in Maryland&lt;br /&gt;And the second in Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Both would be incident that I would expect to witness on like...a roadtrip down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/unpleasant mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading Twilight...Just finished Rebel Angels (Great read!).&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing alot of Twilight hype recently, so I bought the book about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;And theeeeeeen, I came across a link that was to a Twilight movie trailer. I didn't click the link, because I didn't want it to ruin the book in anyway possible for me. But the movie comes out ..November? I should be long finished the book by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm liking it! It is ~not~ the next Harry Potter, and I don't know where people are getting that from, but it's still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pissed off because even though I refuse to watch the trailer...I can't block the images of the characters that play Edward and Bella from popping up on every other website I go to. I wish I had started reading it before the trailers and etc started coming out because now, Whenever I imagine Edward Cullen in my head , I imagine Robert Pattinson...and I don't like that because I feel that it's a forced image :p I wish I could have formed my own image of him in my mind instead of the Hollywood casting pick image. He's not bad looking or anything.. He played Cedric Diggory in The Goblet of fire, and he had the whole wild-weird-hot thing going for him:p But still..I regret not reading it before now. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note to the handful that still read my blog - I know I have been really lazy about updating my blog and I havent really been commenting much on blogs in the blogosphere. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do still&lt;/span&gt; read them, but I've been quite busy lately. But don't take the not commenting as a sign of me not visiting and reading..because I still do :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1378106514703744433?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1378106514703744433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1378106514703744433' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1378106514703744433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1378106514703744433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/07/tidbits-for-lack-of-better-name.html' title='Tidbits (for lack of a better name..)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7373426130334607709</id><published>2008-07-18T23:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:14.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic-ness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>EPIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SIFeyyvfTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ScETRWx0vsk/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SIFeyyvfTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ScETRWx0vsk/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561269433912658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; any other comic book movie/actor/actress/villan/hero/whatever to top this.&lt;br /&gt;Had me gasping, and shaking through the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;It was that good ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting goosebumps thinking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;Heath is a beast. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;He was so spectacular that I had to keep reminding myself through out the movie that "this is Heath Ledger!". He transformed himself into The Joker so well that it was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;What a way to go out, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an epic last performance.&lt;br /&gt;I smell an Oscar nomination. Oh yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if he doesn't get one, I will be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; outraged&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me while I go through the movie in my head once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/101MSDCF/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SIFe_kqKsKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Bc9cIF1IYsU/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SIFe_kqKsKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Bc9cIF1IYsU/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561488991793314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes. I wore this to the screening. What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7373426130334607709?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7373426130334607709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7373426130334607709' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7373426130334607709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7373426130334607709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/07/epic.html' title='EPIC'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SIFeyyvfTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ScETRWx0vsk/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-202736726401802113</id><published>2008-07-15T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:14.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SH1sNez8VzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_u7vdhH9f_8/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SH1sNez8VzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_u7vdhH9f_8/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223450121684670258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksssssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-202736726401802113?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/202736726401802113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=202736726401802113' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/202736726401802113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/202736726401802113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SH1sNez8VzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_u7vdhH9f_8/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5987541592382423081</id><published>2008-07-05T23:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:56:25.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop vomitting on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Sorry?</title><content type='html'>Marcus, I'm sorry for saying what I said. I'm sorry for not knowing that you had friends who attempted suicide. My "excuse me while I go and slit my wrists" comment was out of place. But so are your "retarded" and "gay" comments to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajr...I'm sorry for..heck I don't even know why I am apologizing to you. You need anger management. I was on time and where you told me to be at 3 o'clock.  You were an hour and a half late. Me - 1. You - 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E., I'm sorry I wasn't home to wish you a a happy birthday on your wall. So I did the next best thing - sent you an SMS. I'm sorry that you didn't get my "Happy Birthday" msg for some reason, and I honestly don't know why. What can I say - technology is a bitch sometimes, ain't it? I can't really make you believe me, so I hope you find a way to get over it, and forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;If it helps any, I feel like shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5987541592382423081?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5987541592382423081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5987541592382423081' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5987541592382423081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5987541592382423081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry?'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-449366376164732755</id><published>2008-07-03T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:23:00.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fudge Up'/><title type='text'>Wait..wait...come bacccck...!</title><content type='html'>So missing pretty good opportunities seems to be the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to my soon to be (inshallah) university this fall to just..walk around and explore.&lt;br /&gt;The campus is pretty huge, so it was a needed expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go into the student union building, and as we are grabbing a couple of maps (myself, and my friend-cousin-sister like-person I've known forever) a girl walks in we look her way and she smiles at us, hesitates for a bit and then asks "Do you know where the bookstore is?".  She's obviously new. Just like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at person I've known forever person, and she looks at me, then we both look at the maps in our hands and see that it is downstairs and tell her so. She smiles says thanks lingers a few secs and is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what the opportunity is, well that was it. See? It went by so fast I'll bet you didn't even notice it. (And if you did notice it...then I'm way worse off that I thought I was :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead  of just telling her to go downstairs, I probably should have said something to the extent of, "Oh, are you new?? I'm new too...Whats your name?....etc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I completely miss the golden chance.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize all this a few seconds after shes gone down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it&lt;br /&gt;Your dose of the day for the socially challenged soul :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-449366376164732755?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/449366376164732755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=449366376164732755' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/449366376164732755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/449366376164732755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/07/waitwaitcome-bacccck.html' title='Wait..wait...come bacccck...!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-9197709916262034303</id><published>2008-06-28T00:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:22:14.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsafa shizz'/><title type='text'>Of marbles..</title><content type='html'>If you have seen Men In Black, remember that scene at the end of the movie - the camera zooms out of New York City into the sky. It continues to zoom out of the United states, and then the Earth, and then our solar system, then our galaxy (the milky way), and then a bunch of other galaxies within the vicinity of a vast dark looking abyss, and then it keeps zooming out until it "emerges" I guess you could say, from a marble. Where galaxies were seconds ago, are what look like thousands  or millions of micro golden specks. The marble is on the "the ground" with  alike looking marble. A "hand" then comes out of no where is shown fiddling around a bit with the marbles, then it swiftly picks them all up and throws them into a small sack about half way filled with other marbles other than the ones that it just picked up from the ground and dropped into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wtf", right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene always reminds me of how insignificant we all are. Humans. Earthlings. I mean, I'm not giving Steven Spielberg all of the credit for that, because I've always felt insignificant, but I'll give him credits  for reinforcing the feeling :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would think this feeling is a good thing. I know I do...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you put things into perspective. Especially when people start feeling arrogant and superior..&lt;br /&gt;But at other times, I feel that it ain't so dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I start thinking, "If everything I do/everything about me is so insignificant, will it hurt if a I do a few things that I'm not supposed to, religion wise? Y3ni, figuratively speaking :p I'm literally nothing more than a speck of dust, inside of a speck of dust, in a marble. So lets say I slip up a few times...or even more than a few times...or even if I slip up and do things that I shouldn't every moment of my life. And I'm not even talking about anything that would harm others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the larger scheme of things, does it/will it even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; matter? ;/&lt;br /&gt;(That was more or less of a rhetorical Q, but if you feeel like answering it, go for it ;p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;What do we strive for? Success, and acceptance amidst other specks of micro nano specks of dust? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if this isn't proof that aliens/other life forms exist outside if the earth then I don't know what is :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-9197709916262034303?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/9197709916262034303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=9197709916262034303' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/9197709916262034303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/9197709916262034303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/mib-deep-stuff-well-kinda.html' title='Of marbles..'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1879513236911356275</id><published>2008-06-26T23:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:15.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Mosaic Tag</title><content type='html'>This is the mosaic tag that has been going around.&lt;br /&gt;Mra cute! :p I was *tagged* by &lt;a href="http://ble5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dandoon&lt;/a&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your answers to the following questions into the search field on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr.com&lt;/a&gt; and choose your favourite picture from the first page only and create your own mosaic &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;2. Your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. Your High School?&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;5. Your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;10. The thing you like best in this world?&lt;br /&gt;11. A word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;12. Your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like being tagged by this cuteness - knock yourself out! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my finished mosaic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SGRcOFbcagI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OPjc2e6Gm7Q/s1600-h/mosaic7994429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SGRcOFbcagI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OPjc2e6Gm7Q/s400/mosaic7994429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216395665447086594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Questions were not answered in order :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1879513236911356275?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1879513236911356275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1879513236911356275' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1879513236911356275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1879513236911356275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/mosaic-tag.html' title='The Mosaic Tag'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/SGRcOFbcagI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OPjc2e6Gm7Q/s72-c/mosaic7994429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-591749330813111579</id><published>2008-06-25T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:40:56.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYYAUiRqroM&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYYAUiRqroM&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-591749330813111579?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/591749330813111579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=591749330813111579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/591749330813111579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/591749330813111579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html' title=';*'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1725863938055014405</id><published>2008-06-23T00:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:02:08.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Boycott the pizza</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to figure out how to start this post off. Got to get into the Taq-o-bell "groove" again ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few things have happened since I stopped blogging a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a job.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got rejected from a university.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got accepted in to a university, and accepted the offer :D I only applied to two, which was kind of dumb on my part, but I got lucky and got accepted into one of them, so i guess that doesn't make it that dumb anymore.&lt;br /&gt;4. I re-activated my facebook for some  reason :S&lt;br /&gt;5. I made my first new *friend* since moving here :O Well, I think? We're still in the beginning stages, so who knows, we might get bored of each other and stop speaking 2 weeks from now. Yeah, I know, pessimistic much? =)&lt;br /&gt;6. Discovered online karaoke. OH YEEAH ;)&lt;br /&gt;7. I've finally finished unpacking everything in my room :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all I can remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm kind of scared I might start putting on weight.&lt;br /&gt;I eat pizza for lunch every time I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;What if I "blow up", and can't lose the weight. That would be tragic.&lt;br /&gt;One thing about myself that I am actually happy about is..my body type.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T LOSE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pizza for this enchilada.&lt;br /&gt;Where are my granola bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1725863938055014405?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1725863938055014405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1725863938055014405' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1725863938055014405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1725863938055014405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/wb.html' title='Boycott the pizza'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3382542570313683500</id><published>2008-06-19T03:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:31:47.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes people put up walls not to keep others out...but to see who cares enough to tear them down." - Anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3382542570313683500?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3382542570313683500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3382542570313683500' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3382542570313683500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3382542570313683500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2229500618801297516</id><published>2008-06-09T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:48:51.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>It felt so wrong..it felt so right..</title><content type='html'>So here I am again!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's difficult for me to actually stay away from this blog..&lt;br /&gt;It seems like about once a year a so, I get the urge to leave it and..move some place else  A'3ayir jao shway :p And ultimately end up back here. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone still read this thing, so back to square one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to start this off by doing Rawr's tag.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda sorta asked her to tag me :D Yjooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.)Link the person(s) who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2.)Mention the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3.)Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;4.)Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.&lt;br /&gt;5.)Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve&lt;br /&gt;been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've done this tag like 65236 times before, but whatevs! I'm not complaining! Not like I have any other ideas for posts right now ;) Ok. So ummm, lets see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I notice a lot of details (mostly very useless details that others don't notice) and frequently miss the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trichotillomania. Not too severe though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I fucking hate it when I call someone, and they're on the other line, and I have to call them back.&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel naked without mascara. I don't go out without it on.&lt;br /&gt;5. They way I talk (in English) changes depending on the ethnicity of the person I'm talking to :p I can't control it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have animated conversations with myself at the bus stop every morning. A few times people have walked up on me and I didn't notice, while I was having conversations. I felt dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the tag has ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2229500618801297516?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2229500618801297516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2229500618801297516' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2229500618801297516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2229500618801297516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-felt-so-wrongit-felt-so-right.html' title='It felt so wrong..it felt so right..'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7913826236784253654</id><published>2008-02-29T01:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:15.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><title type='text'>Adjourned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/R8emnOFmgRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n7fkNKtiiy4/s1600-h/Thatsallfolks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/R8emnOFmgRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n7fkNKtiiy4/s320/Thatsallfolks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172285889785004306" 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/20382230-7913826236784253654?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7913826236784253654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7913826236784253654' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7913826236784253654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7913826236784253654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/adjourned.html' title='Adjourned'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/R8emnOFmgRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n7fkNKtiiy4/s72-c/Thatsallfolks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4463240224486049716</id><published>2008-02-23T06:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:29:23.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear Tactics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Training Wheels</title><content type='html'>You decide that you're going to do something and you do it. Even though you know you parents won't approve ...&lt;br /&gt;It's not anything necessarily bad. It's just something don't particularly like.&lt;br /&gt;You have fun with it, and love every moment.&lt;br /&gt;A lie will be told about where you were, and what you did - to protect the truth.&lt;br /&gt;They believe it, and don't suspect a thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the aftermath of it all...why do you feel that itty bitty pinch of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do they have us trained so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=8202445&amp;amp;path=2008/02/23&amp;amp;mycolor=0x180D09&amp;amp;mycolor2=0xDD15BC&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x1B68F1&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=4" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="155" width="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4463240224486049716?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4463240224486049716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4463240224486049716' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4463240224486049716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4463240224486049716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/training-wheels.html' title='Training Wheels'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7331579860452319109</id><published>2008-02-18T16:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:36:03.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Picking and choosing</title><content type='html'>There just too many things that I'd like to try. Would like to do, and there just aren't enough hours in the day to do them all.&lt;br /&gt;So out of the mere feeling of being overwhelmed, I end up doing none of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to edit some of my photos, and post them on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;I want to join flickr technique group and actually participate in the discussions, and try out the posted photoshop techniques.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to use photoshop good enough that I could design my own templates, and other things..&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to finish reading a novel in no more than 3 days, and then move on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up more hobbies, like painting, and scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do more artsy stuff. Small stuff. DIY stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to museums, and exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook more.&lt;br /&gt;I want a part time job.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish cleaning up my roooom.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start sewing classes. (Went to register, class was full. I was too late.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to read over lessons before going to class.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start studying more than 1 day before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like life is just passssiing me by, while I just sit and watch.&lt;br /&gt;Unproductiveness bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7331579860452319109?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7331579860452319109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7331579860452319109' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7331579860452319109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7331579860452319109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/picking-and-choosing.html' title='Picking and choosing'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6306420831561678777</id><published>2008-02-18T00:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:11:48.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updating because I can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late night.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Reference'/><title type='text'>fetishes (some are temp. some aren't.)</title><content type='html'>1. Bangs&lt;br /&gt;2. Nylon magazine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ellen Page.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tay Zonday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"..Build a tent and say the world is dry, chocolate raaaain.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Making lists :-S&lt;br /&gt;6. Not following through on made lists.&lt;br /&gt;7. Daydreaming and getting lost inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;8. Applesandmustard 's youtube channel.&lt;br /&gt;9. Wearing two pairs of socks.&lt;br /&gt;8. Frosties.&lt;br /&gt;10. Models! :O I blame Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;11. Obama &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you haven't already noticed, lol.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The world, and traveling it all. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Still don't know when that will ever happen.. It's never far from my thoughts though..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Flip flops&lt;br /&gt;14. Collecting crap; like movie ticket stubs and coke bottles..&lt;br /&gt;15. Taking pics of food. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;16. Wasting time. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;17. People, in general.&lt;br /&gt;18. Fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;19. Trench coats!  &lt;br /&gt;2o. Staying up late; not going to bed before 1, yet not doing anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. .....to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsYJyVEUaC4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsYJyVEUaC4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6306420831561678777?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6306420831561678777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6306420831561678777' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6306420831561678777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6306420831561678777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/fetishes-some-are-temp-some-arent.html' title='fetishes (some are temp. some aren&apos;t.)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-260927566279546281</id><published>2008-02-13T09:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:21:23.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"..dont dodge and mumble, smile and rumble!.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Aliyah's wise words. Write them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well isn't &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/02/12/suicide.bombers/index.html#cnnSTCText"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; just fantastic. A reason to harass pregnant women in airports.&lt;br /&gt;Just lovely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can never underestimate how far these fear tactics will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on top of being bloated, hormonal, suddenly overweight, all stretch marked up, and a bunch of other weird bodily and mental things,  they now have to worry about people thinking that they're terrorists! :D Great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I met a boy who reminds me of Travis McCoy. *sizzling sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've finally finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;/span&gt;. A year after starting it! Not because I'm that slow of a reader but because I don't really sit down and just..read. I'll read on the train and while waiting for the bus. I started it back in Riyo and as you know, there's no metro or bus stops there so I virtually never read it. Anyways, I'm happy I'm done. Promised myself I wouldn't keep starting other books unless I plan to finish them all. So one at a time :p I feel like I'm living up to my "read more books" resolution. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;Any how, I wasn't too impressed with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been better if Sayuri didn't get The Chairman at the end. Because then she would have gotten owned =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings really ruin a story sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It was still a very great read though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Geisha business is just messed up. A bunch of very well paid..whores? And the men that they served were just perverted :-S Dr. Crab. The minister. The General.  Each one more gross than the next.&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite thing about this book were the endless (literally) metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;There was a metaphor for every single feeling, or thought, or scene. Really brought more meaning to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! Time for me to watch the movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wtf is up with Kanye's new video?!?!? :| I think I like it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nHNiVRx819feqU56"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nHNiVRx819feqU56" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know there's no point to this post, but when is there ever :p&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to update more frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&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/20382230-260927566279546281?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/260927566279546281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=260927566279546281' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/260927566279546281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/260927566279546281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-dodge-and-mumble-smile-and-rumble.html' title='&quot;..dont dodge and mumble, smile and rumble!..&quot;'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7177952949355134475</id><published>2008-02-11T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:16:25.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack &apos;08'/><title type='text'>24°F</title><content type='html'>- Barack won a Grammy?! Loool. This just keeps getting better. In fact, it's becoming a little too good to be true. Uh-oh. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be voting in the primaries since apparently you have to register at least 30 in advance to be able to vote. Fuck that! How come I wasn't informed before hand?! Oh well, at least mom gets to go vote :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he win Ohio and Texas???&lt;br /&gt;We will know all too soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was having some trouble with my math, so I asked my math professor to explain some stuff to me. He told me to come with him to his office. We got there, and he explained the problems to me, and then we chatted for a bit, and he asked where I went to high school. I told him Saudi Arabia, and he was all amazed and whatnot. Then he was like "I have something I want to show you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Erm....ok? =/"&lt;br /&gt;So he digs in to his file cabinet drawer thingy, and pulls out this blue box and there's this little K'aabah picture on the outside. Inside of the box is this K'aabah snow globe with beads inside (You know which ones I speak of. All the little shops near the Haram sell them.) Then he goes "One of my friends brought this back for me when he went on The Hajj." Then he paused for a bit; "He died a year later"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh.." *confused look as to why he told me this?* + *sad "oh shit, that sucks" look*&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah it was really sad. He was such a nice guy. He had 12 children. I only met one of them. He was so happy after he came back from Hajj. It was like the highlight of his life."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *trying to figure out what to say to that* "Yeah..I've been on Hajj. Went about 4 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Oh wow. Must have been pretty amazing, wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah...it was.."&lt;br /&gt;After that I thanked him for the help we said our goodbyes, and I was off.&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the most interesting/weird part of my day..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you why though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The return of the King" was on TV last night. I caught it in the middle, and I just had to finish watching it (Even though I had Spanish test today. I have the feeling I did quite bad on it, too.)...I've never read the books. At the end when Frodo goes off into the sunset with Bilbo...where the hell do they go?! Do they go and die together? Is the sunset a symbol of them going off to heaven? I mean, with Frodo going on about how he "had to leave" the shire because some wounds never heal.....so yeah I've been trying to figure that one out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7177952949355134475?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7177952949355134475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7177952949355134475' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7177952949355134475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7177952949355134475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/24f.html' title='24°F'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7560264594071885372</id><published>2008-02-08T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:21:01.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><title type='text'>Sorry but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7amood-m/2240076094/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7amood-m/2240076094/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2240076094_4af1f1bf65_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7amood-m/2240076094/"&gt;[ Superman ]&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/7amood-m/"&gt;­­  м &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...this is just ridiculously hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7560264594071885372?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7560264594071885372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7560264594071885372' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7560264594071885372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7560264594071885372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-but.html' title='Sorry but...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2240076094_4af1f1bf65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6616696981138238105</id><published>2008-02-06T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:42:44.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack &apos;08'/><title type='text'>I'm inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHA_ZTvOgUM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHA_ZTvOgUM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the fuck we can, bitchessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be registering to vote this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6616696981138238105?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6616696981138238105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6616696981138238105' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6616696981138238105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6616696981138238105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-im-inspired.html' title='I&apos;m inspired'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3799900378223154206</id><published>2008-02-03T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:52:44.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lost for words...literally</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to writing this 4 page essay that is due by Wednesday. It was initially due by Monday, but the professor decided she'd take her time putting up on blackboard. I hate blackboard, btw.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it shouldn't be our primary source for assignments, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Give us what ever we're supposed to do in class, and if someone loses or forgets what it is...she/he can check blackboard...fery simble!&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be up by Wednesday night, and it wasn't up until Saturday morning; so of course she had to give us extra time.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am lollygagging.&lt;br /&gt;Made my rounds on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like this one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Great_and_Terrible_Beauty"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; in my bookcase is looking at me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; to be read.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it's very tempting. I've had the book for about 2 years now, and I've never read it. All of a sudden I have this sudden urge to.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I felt like I had to watch the Super Bowl.  (I was rooting for the Giants, btw :p)I'm not even into American football. I liked the commercial where they remake that Godfather scene when he wakes up with the horse head in his bed, instead there's a bunch of oil and the front part of a car. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;It's like now that I have something to do...all of the things that I could have done when I had nothing better to do are coming to mind. Annoying. Annoying. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this essay has to be about the themes of three short stories "Girl", "The Story of an Hour", and "A&amp;amp;P". All of them are pretty interesting so I guess thats a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote out an outline; it's not great but it's a start. Even found a few websites that can help.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is here looking right at me, but I just can't start :-S&lt;br /&gt;Basically all I have to do is put the ideas together, yet....it's soooo hard to start. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;This is also the same kind of feeling I get when it comes to applications; all I have to do is fill in the blanks and send them off.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like I'm scared to start.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's some kind of phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7842337&amp;amp;path=2008/02/03&amp;amp;mycolor=0x180D09&amp;amp;mycolor2=0xEB1572&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x1B68F1&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=5" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="155" width="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3799900378223154206?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3799900378223154206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3799900378223154206' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3799900378223154206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3799900378223154206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-for-wordsliterally.html' title='Lost for words...literally'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1997202305556322534</id><published>2008-02-02T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:14:02.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public displays of affection</title><content type='html'>..make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were too many of them this evening.&lt;br /&gt;To my right.&lt;br /&gt;To my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me on the train.&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND me on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a room, and stop making the rest of us feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1997202305556322534?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1997202305556322534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1997202305556322534' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1997202305556322534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1997202305556322534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/02/public-displays-of-affection.html' title='Public displays of affection'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6181773222659943704</id><published>2008-01-30T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:50:29.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>shot of random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seattlehurlingclub.org/website/blog/images/rockstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.seattlehurlingclub.org/website/blog/images/rockstar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Oh how I love thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-During class discussions, I often wish I had more opinions :-S After reading over something, people will add their input and conclusions, and what not; but I never seem to have any?! :-S&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there listening to everyone else thinking "Oh, wow. Interesting". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6181773222659943704?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6181773222659943704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6181773222659943704' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6181773222659943704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6181773222659943704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/shot-of-random.html' title='shot of random.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1498076463684775026</id><published>2008-01-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:04:33.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥♥'/><title type='text'>Hung up</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to this song non-stop for the past 2 weeks; and I have no plans of trying to stop either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Psh2ynElSP4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Psh2ynElSP4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my favorite music video.&lt;br /&gt;It's hot. And there's so much emotion in it. Get hooked if you aren't already =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the fable, I decided to go ahead and use the food eating contest; but I changed the food from chicken wings to miniature apple pies :-D A bit more classy, no?&lt;br /&gt;The guy's name is Chad (the hare) and the girl's name is Blythe (the tortoise ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of the suggestions, though :-p Lool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1498076463684775026?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1498076463684775026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1498076463684775026' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1498076463684775026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1498076463684775026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/hung-up.html' title='Hung up'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6512370325641687887</id><published>2008-01-23T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:06:36.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Lessons in...</title><content type='html'>I don't like Spanish class much.&lt;br /&gt;Had my first lesson today, and I can tell already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone has some kind of background in the language; like they took it in high school before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor speaks waaay to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still confused about the "esta","estas" "estan" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some type of crash course book because our textbook is waay too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;(Spanish for dummies? *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor seems really sweet. But we only had one lesson, so I'll see ;-p&lt;br /&gt;I hope calculators are allowed this semester...&lt;br /&gt;He had a wedgie that I was dying to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random thought: It's annoying how so many people claim to have OCD all of a sudden in recent days -_-! I'll bet you didn't know what it was before "Monk" came out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was weirdly the most interesting class.&lt;br /&gt;The professor reminds of a girl that I once knew. Well actually, I still know her.&lt;br /&gt;Same eyes. And I've only seen those eyes on two people in my life - the professor and the girl :-p&lt;br /&gt;Also, the professor seems sort of stuck up; but in a way that I can tolerate ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we talked about fables or short stories. She read a few to us.&lt;br /&gt;The one I really liked was by some guy named Somerset Maughum - "Appointment in Samara"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain merchant in Baghdad sent his servant to the market to buy some provisions. A little while later, the servant returned looking white in the face. In a trembling voice he said, “Just now in the market place I was jostled by a man in the crowd, and when I turned I saw it was Mr. Death. He looked at me and made a threatening gesture. Please lend me your horse, because I want to go to Samara where Mr. Death will not be able to find me.”&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The merchant agreed and lent the scared man his horse. The servant mounted the horse and rode away as fast as the animal could gallop. Later that day, the merchant went down to the market place and saw Mr. Death standing in the crowd. He approached him and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“That was not a threatening gesture,” said Mr. Death. “It was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, because I have an appointment with him tonight in Samara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA. OWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an assignment, we have to re-write "The tortoise and the hare" and modernize it.&lt;br /&gt;Same moral; (slowly but surely wins the race?)  just in a more modern 21st century setting. We can change the characters and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about writing one about two contestants at a chicken wing eating contest. The tortoise would be this petite little female, and the hare would be this huge multi chicken-wings-eating-contest-award-winning-guy. The rest is pretty obvious. Looool.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, though. I guess a food eating contest isn't the best choice for a literature class :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I 'll see what else I can come up with before it's due. :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6512370325641687887?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6512370325641687887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6512370325641687887' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6512370325641687887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6512370325641687887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/lessons-in.html' title='Lessons in...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4493508425106625656</id><published>2008-01-22T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:49:43.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Why am I so stung by this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebosh.com/upload/2007/09/26/Heath%20Ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://thebosh.com/upload/2007/09/26/Heath%20Ledger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder when my time will come =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4493508425106625656?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/01/23/2144369.htm?section=entertainment' title='Why am I so stung by this'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4493508425106625656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4493508425106625656' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4493508425106625656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4493508425106625656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-am-i-so-stung-by-this.html' title='Why am I so stung by this'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5899890779681960409</id><published>2008-01-19T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:42:38.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Brownie and Cinnamon Buns Ben &amp; Jerry's</title><content type='html'>...Cause that's what I'm currently eating ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's really annoying when people text me for no reason. They have nothing to say, yet they text me, and being the polite and nice person I am, I always reply back.&lt;br /&gt;This one girl texts me like, at least every other day, asking "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;When she first started doing this, I expected that maybe she wanted to know because she wanted me to do something with her, and she was trying to see if I was busy or not..&lt;br /&gt;So I text back and tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just woke up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the bookstore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cooking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peeing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;So I texted her yesterday asking her if she wanted to go with me to the movies today.&lt;br /&gt;She replies back "Just me and you?"&lt;br /&gt;I reply "Yeah. But if you want to tell someone else to come along, I don't mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I waited for her to reply back all night to say yay or nay.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I texted her again saying "So are going with me to the movies or no?"&lt;br /&gt;Still; no reply. So I went alone, lol.&lt;br /&gt;What I don't get is, why the hell do you bother me so much with your text questions, in a way that seems like you *might* want to do something, and THEN when I text YOU and actually want to go out and do something, you don't reply!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I as I said, I ended up going&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it was really sad when people go to see movies alone =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rabbireport.com/archives/2007/09/13/Juno%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rabbireport.com/archives/2007/09/13/Juno%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;. Finally! ;) It's like one of the most adorable flicks ever.&lt;br /&gt;You're able to love every character in this movie. There isn't one character that I disliked.&lt;br /&gt;And Juno's endless one liners are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww &lt;span class="clickable-label"&gt;♥ I waannnnnnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7539881&amp;amp;path=2008/01/19&amp;amp;mycolor=180D09&amp;amp;mycolor2=DD15BC&amp;amp;mycolor3=1B68F1&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100" name="myflashfetish" height="155" width="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(They serenaded each other this song @ the end *_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5899890779681960409?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5899890779681960409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5899890779681960409' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5899890779681960409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5899890779681960409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/brownie-and-cinnamon-buns-ben-jerrys.html' title='Brownie and Cinnamon Buns Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1672886412251654219</id><published>2008-01-17T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:42:28.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow turns me on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, but I couldn't resist the temptation!&lt;br /&gt;Had to make a snow post! (It snowed today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*siiiiiighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The male duck swimming behind the female duck, so it wouldn't have to go through the slush first. HMMMMM -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh my God.... SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08751.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drools*     *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/DSC08755.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An attempt to make a snow angel. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1672886412251654219?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1672886412251654219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1672886412251654219' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1672886412251654219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1672886412251654219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-turns-me-on.html' title='Snow turns me on!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/snow/th_DSC08700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3662262828039090774</id><published>2008-01-14T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:28:05.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;random title. nothing to do with post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Registered for the Spring semester this morning. Was much more simple than it was last semester! This semester I'm taking another math -_- , Spanish, intro to mass media, and literature  and advanced writing 1. I wanted to do 5 courses so I'd have 15 credit hours, like I did last semester, but my adviser advised me not to ;-p I don't know how excited I am about these courses. None of them are the courses that I had in mind at the end of the first semester. The only subject that didn't get replaced is math. And yeah, I hate math, lol.&lt;br /&gt;The literature class sounds like it'll be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Intro to mass media seems like it'll be a bit lame, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish? Hmmmm. Well languages are always fun aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope I don't have too much difficulty with anything.&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing though; i'm definitely not as excited as I was at the beginning of last semester!&lt;br /&gt;Alas! The novelty is wearing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disney is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; making an animated movie with a black princess. Woohoo! It's about time!! Apparently this news is kind of old, but I'm just finding out, lol.&lt;br /&gt;There's been:  A blonde, a red head, a brunette, and Snow white (she had black hair, so what does that make her?). An Asian, an Arab, and a Native American.&lt;br /&gt;There's even been a Gypsy for crying out loud. Loool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The movie is titled "The princess and the frog"(google it). It's set to come out in 2009. Me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/tiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/tiana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yep! That's her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's this burger king commercial that shows how people react when they've been told that the whopper has been discontinued. "The Whopper Freakout". It's Hilarious. I've always openly declared my hate of BK (except for the chicken fries), but after seeing this commercial a few times, I started craving for one like mad. I finally gave in and got one today. Advertisers are evil. It's like once you watch their commercials you're under their spell. So much so that you'll and eat something that you don't even like because they tell you that you should :-S There's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMOPj6-4nDU"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of it on youtube. The guy's reaction at 00:58 is pricelessss. Little drama queen! Lol. I think it was in that instant that my whopper craving started :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/span&gt; (The animated movie about an Iranian girl's life growing up during Islamic revolution) this past weekend. Amazing movie. Loved it. It has a perfect mixture of comedy and seriousness. There was this one scene where Marjan (the heroine) is at an underground mixed party with her friends, when suddenly the bearded men in suits turn up. The girls try to hide the guys before the men in suits get to their apartment.; but they find them. The guys run out of the apartment and up to the roof trying to get away. There are about 5 of them. So one guy keeps running and leaps off of the edge towards the roof top next to the building, and makes it across. The others follow his lead and make it across; except for one. He was the last one and the men in suits were very close. So he runs a bit then leaps. But because he doesn't gain enough momentum he doesn't make it to the other roof top, and falls to his death.&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar any?&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually cry during movies, but that scene had me shedding tears.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of my top movies of this school year.&lt;span class="label-list"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable-label"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.mabulle.com/p/po/poissonchat.mabulle.com/punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.mabulle.com/p/po/poissonchat.mabulle.com/punk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember back in elementary school I was wearing a hoodie one day, and because it got warm, I took it off, and tied it around my waist. A teacher saw this and flipped out. She was like "Don't tie your jacket around your waist like that!! You're imitating the kufaar! The west! It has a bad meaning! Take it from around your waist at once!!".&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck??? After that incident, it was like our thing. Whenever we felt like being rebellious, we'd tie our jackets around our waists ;-D I actually signed a form for misconduct for that once =/&lt;br /&gt;We traded "The babysitters club" books and The backstreet boys cassettes and such between us like crack.  We were also very good at finding nifty places to hide things (Random classroom bag checks. Lol.). Ahhhh..those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Song of the now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7436437&amp;amp;path=2008/01/14&amp;amp;mycolor=0x180D09&amp;amp;mycolor2=0xDD15BC&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x1B68F1&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="155" width="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3662262828039090774?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3662262828039090774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3662262828039090774' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3662262828039090774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3662262828039090774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-may-have-no-meaning-or-even-worse.html' title='&quot;Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.&quot;'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3908533406008992917</id><published>2008-01-10T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:57:44.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef Taqo'/><title type='text'>I eat, therefore I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W/flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/DSC08650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked for the first time in like, 4 months :-D&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Parmesan, Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I'm pretty proud of how it came out.&lt;br /&gt;Took long enough to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;My legs were killing me. Cooking is hard work :-|&lt;br /&gt;I started at 6:30 ish, didn't finish until..10:30?!&lt;br /&gt;"Preperation time: 40 mins." Pfffft. Yeah, whatevs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I didn't even want anybody to eat it after all of that work!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted it to sit there. Looking pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3908533406008992917?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3908533406008992917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3908533406008992917' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3908533406008992917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3908533406008992917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-eat-therefore-i-am.html' title='I eat, therefore I am'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2254875439904203685</id><published>2008-01-08T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:09:23.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>If it rains on your parade... break out the slip n slide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(extremely random title; I know, lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you sometimes find comfort or solace in the strangest places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours ago I was feeling kind of down. My mood a lot lately (I've been pretty emo, lol. Can't help it though...). I had a lot on my mind; thinking about a lot of stuff. I couldn't even blame my mood on pms =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I signed in on msn messenger to see who was online and if there was anyone I felt like talking to. None of the people that I chat with often were on.&lt;br /&gt;I saw one friend online that is more or less a sister to me. We go way back. We met as kids back in Riyo. In recent years though, we haven't been as close as we were a while back. Hardly saw her at all these past 3 years. Only like twice a year during formal gatherings. Then we'd disappear from each others lives again. I check out her display picture, and it's a picture of Kingdom Tower, lol. She just moved to the states this year as well and she misses Riyo just as much as I do. We've chatted a few times but never for that long. Usually really short convos.&lt;br /&gt;I double clicked  her display name and commented about her display picture ( I just had to! =p)&lt;br /&gt;and we started chatting; and it really made me feel soo much better.&lt;br /&gt;With her, it's always about her love triangles and guy drama.&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason her rants made me perk up a bit?? It was "just like old times" as she put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, I started chatting to this guy that added me a while back; but I've never really had a conversation with. Nor do I know him personally, really. But anyways, he was really sweet, sarcastic (the good type of sarcasm), and girly! Haha. He claimed that he was "kinda cute" and that guys always hit on him (I smell a pretty boy! Ka-ching!). Also, that his "cuteness" was a blessing from God. LOOOL. Yep! Quite the humble one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, these two handfuls worked wonders for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fucking grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also grateful for scones. They're amazing. God bless the person who invented them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2254875439904203685?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2254875439904203685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2254875439904203685' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2254875439904203685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2254875439904203685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-it-rains-on-your-parade-break-out.html' title='If it rains on your parade... break out the slip n slide!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8887403900787082534</id><published>2008-01-07T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:53:55.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Some movie randomness, and other.</title><content type='html'>-I'm dying to see this "Juno" movie. Looks amazing. I don't know the exact details, since I still haven't seen it, like I just said =p But it's supposed to be about this teenage girl (Juno) who accidentally gets pregnant. Ratings for it have been really good; and it's made a bunch of money.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely going to go see it. Just don't know with whom yet =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Left facebook a few days ago.  Well, deactivated my account ( I can always reactivate it again and everything will be there just as I left it). Feels gooood. I waste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way to much time&lt;/span&gt; there; plus it depresses me to see all my friend's statuses and wall posts and pictures, and whatnot of them all together having fun and/or meeting new people and enjoying themselves! I don't want to see any of that. I know thats pretty selfish but I can't help but feel that way.  I won't be going back any time soon, I don't think.  Although I did reactivate it today...but just for a couple of minutes. I found out that my step dad has an account there! ((what the fuck???)) So I reactivated it to block him and his friend list (LOL) just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Quit-Facebook"&gt;How to quit Facebok&lt;/a&gt;. (Hilarious.)&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://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/vlcsnap-1767083.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/vlcsnap-1767083.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Marie Antoinette (with Kirsten Dunst) the other day. Yeah, I'm kind of late! Came out in 2006! But whatevs; never got around to it until now! I was expecting it to be pretty bad...but it wasn't??! It was entertaining; but at the same time semi-educational, I guess. It starts off with her being traded over to the french royal family, from her home in Austria, so she can marry the heir to the French throne; so an alliance could be formed between the two countries, and in time, she could help make decisions with Austria's interest in mind. She's really young at the time; and her husband (after the wedding ceremony of course) doesn't want to have sex with her ( Looool). How weird? I would think most of the times its the complete opposite =p&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the costumes in the movie are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.m.a.z.i.n.g.&lt;/span&gt; !!! And the hair. And the food. And well, everything. Welcome to the good liiife =p One of my favorite scenes from this movie was when Marie Antoinette is trying on a bunch of different clothes and shoes they show a pair of purple converse sneakers in the background. The director explained that this was to show that she was just a ordinary teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie also has a cool soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/vlcsnap-1717038.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u53/taqo_bell/vlcsnap-1717038.png" alt="" 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://cache.viewimages.com/xc/1581928.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1939057D9939C83F1066BDBD708B1051CB15A5397277B4DC33E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/1581928.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1939057D9939C83F1066BDBD708B1051CB15A5397277B4DC33E" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rufus Humphrey (from Gossip Girl) is a total DILF. I love this show, and I watch it religiously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how any son with a father as hot as him would ever feel comfortable bringing their girlfriend's or whatever around. Not to say that the dad would try to make a move; but who wants their girlfriend crushing on their father?? 'Cause I know if I was Serena I would be ;) How can you cast a father that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV shows, when is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt; coming back!!? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finished 1 and 3/4 essays =p I have to write 3. Have a bit more of the 2nd one left. The 3rd one of going to be a combination of the first two :-| Registration for uni is supposedly this Friday (??). Yeah, I'm not even sure. But hopefully I'll have all three done by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My sleeping is really messed up and I don't know how it happened. I've been waking up at like....4 o'clock, for the past few days. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jeffreykishner.com/images/captain_jack_sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://jeffreykishner.com/images/captain_jack_sparrow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pirates of the Caribbean has officially become my Favorite movie trilogy. Bought and watched part 3 (At world's end) this past weekend. My favorite character is a tie between Davey Jones and of course Captain Jack Sparrow =p I loved the whole Calypso/Davey Jones love twist.&lt;span class="clickable-label"&gt;♥ The pirates on aboard The Flying Dutchman also made me really hungry :-S I hear there will be a part 4 (*yay*) to the series; but Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann won't be in it. (Double *yay*. They're both annoying. Especially Elizabeth :-S). So it'll be all about Jack Sparrow ;-D I feel kind of cheated that the DVD only had 2 deleted scenes, though. Limited edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna run away to New York City ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8887403900787082534?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8887403900787082534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8887403900787082534' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8887403900787082534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8887403900787082534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-night-randomness-with-pic.html' title='Some movie randomness, and other.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1252429862724549918</id><published>2007-12-31T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:36:13.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I guess a lot has happened to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing being "Goodbye, Saudi. Hello America".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of new friends in the first half of this year, and during the 2nd half of the year I got separated from them all. Old and new. When we first moved here, I missed the new ones a lot. Now, more than anything, I wish I could see the older ones. I don't think it is even possible for me to meet anyone that had as much in common as we did.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll see any of them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved back to the US after living in K of SA for 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a lot more moodier this year, I've noticed. So have others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had braces this entire year. (Can't wait 'till I get them taken off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew has officially become my favorite person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've matured a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot I hope to accomplish in 2008. To name a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Top priority is to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;-I'd also like to get my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;-Eat healthier, and become more healthy in general.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm hoping that my new schedule for this coming semester is more flexible so I won't have classes everyday. Then I'll have more time to do other things.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to sign up for sewing classes! There's a place near by that offers them. I'm going to give that a shot.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to do more reading this year. Start and finish reading more books.&lt;br /&gt;-Read more Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;-Stop losing my glasses =/&lt;br /&gt;-Read more Arabic books so I won't start forgetting it! I wonder if I can order Arabic novels on Amazon? At any rate, I'm definitely aiming to keep up may Arabic blog.&lt;br /&gt;-Get a job! Or an internship.&lt;br /&gt;-Stop dwelling on me missing life back in Riyo would probably be a good thing to do. I'm not saying that I should forget it (And it's not like thats possible anyway!). But I won't be going back anytime soon. So I guess it's time for me to start accepting that.&lt;br /&gt;-Try to be more outgoing; hopefully I'll make new friends by this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to lose myself and forget who I am.&lt;br /&gt;-Seize more opportunities instead of letting them pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;-Become more independent.&lt;br /&gt;-And last but not least, keep on wandering down the road of self discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy birthday to my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My (2nd?) blogiversary.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;I started it on New Years Eve, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;(^_*)&lt;br /&gt;I had Haloscan comment boxes (they're sexy as hell!) back then though, so as I look back at the really old posts, none of the comments are there :"( I had such fond memories in the old comments. I think removed the Haloscan comments and switched to the normal blogger ones some time ...last year?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday bloggi al7abiba &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1252429862724549918?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1252429862724549918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1252429862724549918' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1252429862724549918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1252429862724549918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-374086616518439691</id><published>2007-12-30T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:26:07.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>An open letter</title><content type='html'>Dear parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so so much that I wish I could say to you. I just don't have the guts to.&lt;br /&gt;For fear of being called disrespectful. For fear of you accusing me of hypocrisy. And for fear that you really won't care of my opinions; which you usually don't.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you, may I ask, have an attitude with me because of the so-called "too much time" that I spend on the internet? Most of the time spent is staying in contact with my friends; it's not like I have a booming social life at the moment, and even if I did; I'm positive that you'd find something wrong with that. I've canceled many previous plans of going out just because I didn't want to have you down my back. There will always be something found wrong with anything that I like and enjoy it seems; unless it's something "Islamic" and even then! If it's not something that follows your same theology or opinion or whatever, then it's deemed wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect little Muslim daughter that you'd probably like to have. I'm  sorry that I'm not interested in reading that Islamic books that you try to push down my throat form time to time. I'm sorry that don't really enjoy going to Mosque with you. I'm sorry that even though I try to wear Hijab just to please you, it still isn't good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the point of me ever being the "good" kid? I do what I'm told for the most part. Teachers never complained about me. I stayed out of trouble. I like to think of myself as a pretty respectful person. I have never cursed at you. I've never done anything that you should feel ashamed of. Yet in return, all you do is find things to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what? I'm fucking tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 years old.  Must I walk around the house smiling and gleeful when I'm in no mood to smile or feel happy, just to make YOU feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, I'm pissed off. A lot. And I have every right to be.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have no control over my life. It's always everyone else telling me what to do. How to act. What my opinion should be. How I should feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. I often find myself asking now more than ever "Why couldn't I have been born a male?" I think the male version of me would have a much better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, when you were my age, there was no one telling you how to live your life, nor were you very religious. So why such expectations of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not know how badly I want to be out of the house, living on my own, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll have my chance to. Maybe not very soon, but at the same time sooner than you think. And if you think that it'll be because of me getting married, then I think you have another thing coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound rude? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-374086616518439691?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/374086616518439691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=374086616518439691' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/374086616518439691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/374086616518439691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/open-letter.html' title='An open letter'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8015789839479140074</id><published>2007-12-28T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T04:06:28.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>NC, essays, Sweeney Todd, and sheesha.</title><content type='html'>It feels like this post is overdue even though it probably isn't.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have an obligation to update this bitch! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just got back from North Carolina last night. Well, technically the night before last. But I'm up at odd hours so it still feels like it's tonight when in actuality it's already tomorrow? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we (my mother, nephew, aunt, aunt's foster kid, uncle, cousin, and I. My brother was supposed to show up, but he didn't of course. As usual -_-) went down to see my grandmother for Christmas. Nothing too interesting happened. The most exciting thing I did was probably the movies; my uncle wanted to see The Great Debaters. OK movie, but I was expecting better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn one thing, though - I really dislike North Carolina. The town my grandmother lives in anyway. Blekh. I won't be going there again ANY TIME SOON. It's so dead =/ I seriously felt as if some of my senses had been cut off while I was there. And when we got back home, it felt like they all of a sudden got turned back on.&lt;br /&gt;It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Writing college admission essays is a bitch (I'm trying to transfer next September)  :( What is it exactly that they want to read about you? And how do I know what it is that I need to say to grab their attention? Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to see "Sweeney Todd" today! 'Twas pretty good. And cute for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I find grinding people up and serving them in meat pies cute. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I loved it. Good movie - and not just because Johnny Depp is in it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the few females that does not find him hott. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;The guy who played "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_wizards_in_Harry_Potter#Peter_Pettigrew"&gt;Wormtail&lt;/a&gt;" in Harry Potter, and Alan Rickman who played &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Severus_Snape"&gt;Snape&lt;/a&gt; in Harry Potter both played the parts of villains in Sweeney Todd. That was a plus in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm dying for Sheesha at the moment. Craving for it like mad. And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of the times we spent on Phaty's roof back in Riyo. Most of the time we'd all share &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;. Looool. I've been told that isn't very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha along with 2 pints of ice cream and 7 spoons. Aaaah...bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2143612782_13c58254c7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2143612782_13c58254c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In Phaty's roof room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2143613362_26a4d72e47.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2143613362_26a4d72e47.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Outside on Phaty's roof. It was really chilly that day, haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes into depressive 'i miss my friends' mode for the 80th time this week*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8015789839479140074?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8015789839479140074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8015789839479140074' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8015789839479140074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8015789839479140074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/nc-essays-sweeney-todd-and-sheesha.html' title='NC, essays, Sweeney Todd, and sheesha.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1733999238949345266</id><published>2007-12-18T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:30:46.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg" alt="" 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/20382230-1733999238949345266?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1733999238949345266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1733999238949345266' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1733999238949345266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1733999238949345266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-753248924371400606</id><published>2007-12-15T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:34:31.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And they're back (the dreams)</title><content type='html'>I'm in an apartment, on one of the highest floors and I look down, and I see this guy with sunglasses on, holding a child's hand approaching our apartment building. Even though I'm up really high, I can see them quite clearly. A few seconds later, there's a knock on my apartment building door, and someone answers it ( I don't know who). I'm in my room, and in walks Djimon Hounsou (!!!) with a child. The kid was a kid that I know back in Riyo.  But in my dream he's blind.&lt;br /&gt;I see him, and I start crying because apparently, I had taught him Qur'an (??) and I hadn't seen him in years. We then hug, and he gives me 3 little pieces of paper; one of them has a grant on it. I don't remember what was on the other two, but I think they were both positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they both turn around and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-753248924371400606?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/753248924371400606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=753248924371400606' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/753248924371400606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/753248924371400606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-theyre-back-dreams.html' title='And they&apos;re back (the dreams)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4713380696792599568</id><published>2007-12-12T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:15:48.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yaaay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>:"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW YORK (CNN)&lt;/b&gt; -- A Muslim man jumped to the aid of three Jewish subway riders after they were attacked by a group of young people who objected to one of the Jews saying "Happy Hanukkah," a spokeswoman for the three said Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Friday's altercation on the Q train began when somebody yelled out "Merry Christmas," to which rider Walter Adler responded, "Happy Hanukkah," said Toba Hellerstein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Almost immediately, you see the look in this guy's face like I've called his mother something," Adler told CNN affiliate WABC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Two women who were with a group of 10 rowdy people then began to verbally assault Adler's companions with anti-Semitic language, Hellerstein said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; One member of the group allegedly yelled, "Oh, Hanukkah. That's the day that the Jews killed Jesus," she said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When Adler tried to intercede, a male member of the group punched him, she said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Another passenger, Hassan Askari -- a Muslim student from Bangladesh -- came to Adler's aid, and the group began physically and verbally assaulting him, Hellerstein said.&lt;/p&gt;   "A Muslim-American saved us when our own people were on the train and didn't do anything," Adler said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Adler pulled the emergency brake and the train stopped at DeKalb Avenue station, where police came on board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The 10 suspects, ages 19 to 20, were taken into custody, said Brooklyn district attorney spokesman Sandy Silverstein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Askari was first handcuffed alongside them, but he was released when Adler told police he was not an attacker, Hellerstein said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Alder was treated at Long Island College Hospital for injuries that included a fractured nose and a cut lip that required several stitches, while Askari suffered a black eye, Hellerstein said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The suspects are to appear in Brooklyn District Court on February 7 on charges that include assault, attempted assault, menacing, harassment, unlawful assembly, riot and disorderly conduct, Silverstein said.&lt;/p&gt;   The New York Police Department's &lt;span class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;Hate Crimes&lt;/span&gt; Task Force is investigating the incident, and will determine whether the suspects will be charged with hate crimes, Officer Philip Hauser told CNN. [&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/12/12/subway.attack/index.html#cnnSTCText"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/12/12/subway.attack/index.html#cnnSTCVideo"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, finally something positive about us!&lt;br /&gt;I demand more of this, and less teddy bear rioting.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan, you don't know how much you've just done for our PR.&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you, man. I'm so proud. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And btw&lt;/span&gt;, a shout out to the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.mochness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mochness&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4713380696792599568?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4713380696792599568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4713380696792599568' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4713380696792599568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4713380696792599568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2545919693054663715</id><published>2007-12-05T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:42:07.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHCP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow! Hey oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2089833096_2d00027a74.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2089833096_2d00027a74.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing my moniker in the snow like the deprived desert person that I am. I got a stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2089044689_1624dc33b4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2089044689_1624dc33b4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungrily taking pictures whilst waiting for the train. I got a few more looks; but phuck them! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2089833188_b723698ee3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2089833188_b723698ee3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting my photography class final presentation photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2089833254_eca1d7c01a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2089833254_eca1d7c01a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting deprived again =D This time on a Potbelly sign. Bam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/2089044815_e1523b2bf2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/2089044815_e1523b2bf2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popping this virgin snow's cherry with my sneaker, whilst waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2089833324_6010eeb2d4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2089833324_6010eeb2d4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A trash can...with snow on it's rim! ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2089833346_bfd377b62e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2089833346_bfd377b62e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On another note.&lt;br /&gt;We had this activity in class today where we were supposed to anonymously write down a positive and a negative trait that we've noticed about each of our other class mates.&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to read what everyone wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Some of mine:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"+Quiet.   -Needs to interact more."&lt;br /&gt;"+Seems intelligent.   -Needs to be more outgoing."&lt;br /&gt;"+Nice, quiet, sweet, her own individual, unique, different.   -Needs to speak out more about her ideas and thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;"+Good listener  -But quiet. Too quiet."&lt;br /&gt;"+Quiet, observative.   -Unexpressiveness (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are those even real words?&lt;/span&gt;). Express yourself with volume to be heard by all."&lt;br /&gt;"+Very quiet  -Needs to open up more."&lt;br /&gt;"+Open minded.   -Reserved."&lt;br /&gt;"+She is always quiet and very polite. She alomost never misses the class.  -She needs to respond sometiems to be more open; she never talks"&lt;br /&gt;"+Very sweet and calm.  -Needs to be more open, though."&lt;br /&gt;"+Very quite  -English needs improving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffft. Yeah, OK. When you learn how to spell &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(I think people subconsciously believe that my English "needs improving" just because I'm a transfer from Saudi.). That being said, I admit my English isn't perfect; but it isn't something you would notice by talking with me a couple of times =/&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; being said, I think I know who wrote that one. We aren't friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I obviously have a problem. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is..I don't really know how to fix it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I described this one guy as "charismatic" (Which he so is.). I got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2545919693054663715?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2545919693054663715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2545919693054663715' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2545919693054663715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2545919693054663715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-hey-oh.html' title='Snow! Hey oh'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3509925348840829634</id><published>2007-12-04T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:24:19.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Shamaghs &amp; Kefiyahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shots.ikbis.com/image/15278/big_screen/____.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://shots.ikbis.com/image/15278/big_screen/____.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they've become a fashion statement here.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, some person has one on. Mainly the black and white Shami ones.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have an assumption that most of the people wearing them can't even show you where Palestine or many Arab countries are on a map ;) Maybe I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is though, I would never go out in one (well, not on my Hijab days).&lt;br /&gt;I'd be too scared some person would think that I'm some anti-Israeli terrorist or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bought one. Been thinking about it, though.&lt;br /&gt;To me, if you wear something like that, then it shouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; be a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I first saw a person in one, I was like "Oh wow, a Palestinian struggle supporter".&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that every other person seemed to be wearing one.&lt;br /&gt;And there was no way in hell that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; many people were. Unless I'm wrong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..I wonder how the Jews feel about this current "fashion statement"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3509925348840829634?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3509925348840829634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3509925348840829634' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3509925348840829634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3509925348840829634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/12/shamaghs-kefiyahs.html' title='Shamaghs &amp; Kefiyahs'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6684112950631081388</id><published>2007-11-28T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:44:33.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>This is the kind of shit that pisses me off</title><content type='html'>The title pretty much speaks for itself. No real need for an introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I was on facebook (as usual), and some how I came across some group called :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;صور البنات في الفيس بوك..silly girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;(the Arabic bit translated means "girl's pictures on facebook")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of the group obviously means the silly pictures that are widespread in the Saudi network. She saved and gathered a bunch of them from people's profiles and put them in a group. If you aren't familiar with these so-called "silly" pictures, just browse the Saudi network a bit and you'll find and array of girl's shoes, feet, hands, hair, backs, legs, arms, and anything else you can imagine...just hardly any faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see this group title, and think, "Hmmm..this will be interesting, lemme check this out".&lt;br /&gt;I clicked to see the groups' pictures and a bunch of thumbnails came up. Most of them were pictures of manicured hands, and shoes with feet in them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was scrolling through the pictures, I came across this one picture - here lemme show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2213/2072769880_9c8a6d2ceb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2213/2072769880_9c8a6d2ceb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this picture is just like the dozens of others that were in the group.&lt;br /&gt;Except this hand obviously belongs to a someone thats black =)&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw this I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that the comments were going to be brutal.&lt;br /&gt;I clicked it. Read through them.&lt;br /&gt;My expectations were met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shoofo a6raaf akmaamha msawya ya3nee 7a66ah almaas mgallad... il7een hathe moo6'at il 3abayat 3ind il sha3'alat il 7abashyyat???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Looks at the fake diamonds at the ends of her sleeves, is this the latest fashion for Abayas with the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Habesha"&gt;Habashi&lt;/a&gt; maids??? (i.e. because she's dark skinned, then she's a maid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"اللي ذابحني انها مبسوطة بعمرها&lt;br /&gt;كل شوي تصور يدها المخملية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عجايب هالناس"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What kills me is that she's so happy about it. Every time I turn around she's taking a picture of her black velvet hand. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"في مقولتيييين يناسبون هالصورة::&lt;br /&gt;1- ياشين السرج عـ البقر&lt;br /&gt;2- العبدُ عبدٌ ولو قُلدَ بالذهبِ&lt;br /&gt;وانا ادعو جميع الجهات المعنية بحجب حساب هذه الفتاة .... مراعاة لنفسيات المستخدمين&lt;br /&gt;لوووووول&lt;br /&gt;"الله لا يبلانا بس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two quotes fit this picture: (Saddles don't go on cows) and (A slave is a slave, even if he has been put in gold). And I call upon all sides to block this girl's account...in consideration for the psychological well-being of other users. Looooool. May God not afflict us with such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;والله العظيم كسرت خاطري اكثر صوره احس ربي بيحاسبي لو حشيت فيها عشان هو واحد من 2 ياانها عميا او انها فعلا عميا "&lt;br /&gt;ماتفهم ماتحس والله فيني غصه تعبت نفسيا&lt;br /&gt;"الله لا يبلانا ويعجل بشفائها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I swear to God. This picture is the most heart breaking out of all of them. And I feel that God will judge me if I backbite her because it has to be one of the 2; Either she's blind, or either she's blind. Doesn't she understand? Doesn't she feel? I swear I feel like choking. I'm psychologically sick. May God never afflict us with such a thing, and may he speed up her recovery. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this idiot trying to sound...righteous?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  مدري من لاعب عليها"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who tricked her into thinking that she has nice hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yel3an om yaddaha ma teste7y et9awerha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Curse the mother of her hand. Isn't she embarrassed to take a picture of it..?" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lysh tsta7i ya zift&lt;/span&gt;?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl doesn't even know that her picture is there. Or what they are saying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This isn't the first time that I've come across such crap in the Saudi network.&lt;br /&gt;But it just pissed me off so badly this time, that I decided to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all honesty, that's nothing compared to some of the shit that I've heard or had to put up with in school on a daily basis and in public places. And what's so ironic is that every since I can remember, we were always taught ( &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt; &lt;b&gt;لا فرق بين عربي&lt;/b&gt; وأعجمي إلا بالتقوى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) . But outside of the classroom..no one ever really applied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6684112950631081388?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6684112950631081388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6684112950631081388' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6684112950631081388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6684112950631081388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-kind-of-shit-that-pisses-me-off.html' title='This is the kind of shit that pisses me off'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5353655989289684947</id><published>2007-11-24T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:59:50.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><title type='text'>much shit to do</title><content type='html'>...OK.  So I was just reading &lt;a href="http://goldfish-rawr.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflective-essay-5-finale-as-we.html"&gt;Rawr's last post&lt;/a&gt;. And it did a good job of reminding me of all of the crap that I still do, and have not started on yet. Procrastination levels have reached an all time high. This MUST stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "rough" list of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Interview 5 people by Monday for my communications class. Short interview.&lt;br /&gt;- Read chapters 6 - 10 for political sci. We're supposed to read them before each class, but...hardly anyone does that. Meh; laziness never pays.&lt;br /&gt;- Study chapter 3 and 4 of math to re-take quizzes (having a difficult time with that. As usual.)&lt;br /&gt;- Write an essay about my experience whilst traveling US airports during the Holidays (?! I don't have any experience...). Due Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;- Write 3 uni admission essays. ( I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hate those. I mean seriously, what exactly are you supposed to write?)&lt;br /&gt;- Find at least 5 more subjects to take photos of.  By Monday =/&lt;br /&gt;- Finish editing photos. Also by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Interview someone (anyone) and write a biographical essay about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...volunteers? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not seem like so much, but really, for me it is.&lt;br /&gt;The procrastination must stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supload.com/listen?s=KM14AINXPWJA"&gt;The world at your feet - Embrace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5353655989289684947?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5353655989289684947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5353655989289684947' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5353655989289684947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5353655989289684947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/much-shit-to-do.html' title='much shit to do'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7648716137168130200</id><published>2007-11-23T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:17:49.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist item'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>wishlist item #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ObizFuZaWE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ObizFuZaWE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also plays virtual &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZwrraeoShs"&gt;piano&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9vkKCO6v4o"&gt;drums&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7648716137168130200?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7648716137168130200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7648716137168130200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7648716137168130200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7648716137168130200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/wishlist-item-2.html' title='wishlist item #2'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-836400418690518713</id><published>2007-11-21T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T02:20:19.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily Allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHCP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Song association!</title><content type='html'>Every time I hear this song an image of Rasha playing her air drums (lol) pops up in my head. RHCP are her favorite band. Anytime we hung out with her, they'd be constantly playing in the background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ivu56Q82ya/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ivu56Q82ya/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And every time I hear this one I think "OH MY GAWD; HANNAH!!", lol. The lyrics of this song pretty much...sum up Hannah to me! Haha, amazing. And of course the British accent is a plus. Ironically, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; Lily Allen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3MazzLvEJD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3MazzLvEJD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them insanely =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-836400418690518713?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/836400418690518713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=836400418690518713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/836400418690518713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/836400418690518713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/song-association.html' title='Song association!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2336558663230571078</id><published>2007-11-17T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:22:54.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;profoundness&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>On Sylar and being average</title><content type='html'>So I know that I'm not the only one that watches heroes. Amazing show.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about something earlier today, when suddenly Sylar came to mind; one of the shows most infamous villains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sylar's thing is this - He wants to be special, and different.  He sees himself doing bigger things than fixing watches. He wants to do and have things that no body else can do or have, and he will stop at nothing at all to get them.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, through out the show, he goes around murdering people to take their powers and make them his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty vicious, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Up until recently, thats how I viewed Sylar; a vicious cold-blooded monster.&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's how I still sum him up but in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is this - when you think about it, many of us have a Sylar like persona inside of us. Some may have it stronger than others, but the point is it's there.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't want to be special? Different? Extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go through life seeing their self as just average?&lt;br /&gt;We all want to be special in some way. Sure, most of us wouldn't turn into cold blooded murderers to achieve that, but I bet we'd do some pretty darn ugly things if we were promised greatness. How many people would you step on to get to the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post came to mind because as of recent (like the past 2 days!) I came across something that I REALLY really want, that isn't going to be easy to achieve. But I want it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad that think I'd do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to be able to have it. I don't I've ever wanted anything as much as I want this; in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elzbda; Sylar isn't so bad after all. He isn't that different from the "average" person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/7/9/A/sylar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/7/9/A/sylar.jpg" alt="" 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/20382230-2336558663230571078?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2336558663230571078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2336558663230571078' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2336558663230571078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2336558663230571078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-sylar-and-being-average.html' title='On Sylar and being average'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3483982239995400975</id><published>2007-11-12T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:09:49.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist item'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>wishlist item # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itnewsonline.com/images/news/Apple-iPod-nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.itnewsonline.com/images/news/Apple-iPod-nano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if there are "better choices" out there.&lt;br /&gt;This thing is friggin' cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3483982239995400975?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3483982239995400975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3483982239995400975' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3483982239995400975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3483982239995400975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/wish-list-item-1.html' title='wishlist item # 1'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7397654582552695939</id><published>2007-11-09T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:34:34.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the week'/><title type='text'>Well can I atleast rub up against your legs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zr0BqKXE8X8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zr0BqKXE8X8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLhYa4r1sSM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLhYa4r1sSM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7397654582552695939?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7397654582552695939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7397654582552695939' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7397654582552695939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7397654582552695939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-can-i-atleast-rub-up-against-your.html' title='Well can I atleast rub up against your legs?'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5004393032529397562</id><published>2007-10-29T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:20:23.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>it's [officially] cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1802290932_710260d578.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1802290932_710260d578.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dead squirrel. Froze to death (I presume!). I was waiting for the bus to come at this spot for about 15 minutes. He didn't budge once! His head was in a hole in the ground; he was probably searching for acorns, lol. R.I.P Mr. Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supload.com/listen?s=C15KECZORHY3#"&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/a&gt; - Justin Timberlake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5004393032529397562?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5004393032529397562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5004393032529397562' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5004393032529397562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5004393032529397562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-officially-cold-outside.html' title='it&apos;s [officially] cold outside'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5621789278761804937</id><published>2007-10-24T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:55:49.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a lovely bedtime story</title><content type='html'>(3:59 AM) Connecting throu: and ill tell you a story&lt;br /&gt;(3:59 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: LOOL&lt;br /&gt;(3:59 AM) Connecting throu: the truth about zues&lt;br /&gt;(3:59 AM) Connecting throu: the God&lt;br /&gt;(3:59 AM) Connecting throu: he was a dumbass&lt;br /&gt;(4:00 AM) Connecting throu: and this devil tells him that the reason that he's impotent is because he's pregnant&lt;br /&gt;(4:00 AM) Connecting throu: so zues is dumb and believes him&lt;br /&gt;(4:00 AM) Connecting throu: and he asks the devil for a cure&lt;br /&gt;(4:00 AM) Connecting throu: so the devil tells him to take of his clothes and lie down on his stomach&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) Connecting throu: and he puts aa cork up zues' ass&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) Connecting throu: and the devil leaves anf bangs zues' wife&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: LOL&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: aha&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) Connecting throu: 2 weeks pass and zues is still on his stomach with a cork up his ass&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) Connecting throu: and his stomach is moaning and all&lt;br /&gt;(4:01 AM) Connecting throu: and the devil is just banging his wife&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: and this squirrel comes and sees zues&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: and see's the cork&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: and squirrels are curious&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: so the squirrel goes and removes teh cork and zues shits everything out&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: he gets and is like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;(4:02 AM) Connecting throu: and he see's the squirrel all covered yp in shit&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) Connecting throu: os zues picks it up and says " i love you baby"&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) Connecting throu: -the end-&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: erm&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: nice&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) Connecting throu: yeah it is&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) Connecting throu: i read it in a comic&lt;br /&gt;(4:03 AM) Connecting throu: theres another crazy one&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu: teh real story behind little red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: save it for 2mrw&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu: thats a good one&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;:  :p&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu: ill save it for later though&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu: yeah thats a good idea haha&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu: have a good day then&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting throu:   :)&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;: u too&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqo&lt;/span&gt;:  ;)&lt;br /&gt;(4:04 AM) Connecting through culture, celebrating diversity. is now Offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well ;)&lt;br /&gt;*tucks you in*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5621789278761804937?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5621789278761804937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5621789278761804937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5621789278761804937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5621789278761804937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/lovely-bed-time-story.html' title='a lovely bedtime story'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6688592334700661197</id><published>2007-10-21T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:39:12.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><title type='text'>Say what...??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m49/clbruno/_39367963_dumbledore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m49/clbruno/_39367963_dumbledore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; After reading briefly from the final book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," she took questions from audience members. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; She was asked by one young fan whether Dumbledore finds "true love." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Dumbledore is gay," the author responded to gasps and applause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; She then explained that Dumbledore was smitten with rival Gellert Grindelwald, whom he defeated long ago in a battle between good and bad wizards. "Falling in love can blind us to an extent," Rowling said of Dumbledore's feelings, adding that Dumbledore was "horribly, terribly let down." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dumbledore's love, she observed, was his "great tragedy." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh, my god," Rowling concluded with a laugh, "the fan fiction." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1674069,00.html?imw=Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg the fan fic is right.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. Isn't all of the "twincest" enough as it is?&lt;/p&gt;Besides, really why was this necessary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;? After the series has ended?&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of annoying. &lt;a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,2196020,00.html"&gt;"I've always thought of Dumbledore as gay"&lt;/a&gt; my ass. I'm not buying it. There were never any real hints throughout the series. Sure Dumbledore was never really connected romantically to any females; but still! I (and i'm sure others) thought that was because well, he was about 150 YEARS OLD! -_-&lt;br /&gt;I think she's done this to...maybe sell more books? Since i'm sure many gay men who never gave 2 hoots about Harry Potter will now go out and buy the whole series. And not just gays, but, people in general will be shocked and will want to read about the great gay wizard :p&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe since being Gay is kind of the "cool" and "in" thing to do recently ( don't deny it you know it is) she thought she'd add this little tidbit to make herself a bit more "in" ? Man, I dunno. W0w. Mind boggling, I swear, lol. Was this little revelation important at all? Was this necessary, Jo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a little sensationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is obviously big news to me.&lt;br /&gt;Did Harry or anyone else know about his sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;And if not, I wonder how Harry would have felt about all of those hours he spent alone with Dumblekins..since we all know that Dumbledore had a "special bond/thing" for Harry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if Dumbledore by any chance had a little thing for Snape as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never thought of Dumbledore that way, so this is a bit disappointing to me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-thinking many events that occurred on the book now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Butter: J.K.  really needs to stop going into such details. Just leave our imaginations to do as they please. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm just going to wrap this up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6688592334700661197?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6688592334700661197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6688592334700661197' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6688592334700661197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6688592334700661197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title='Say what...??!!'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-972918959338732370</id><published>2007-10-19T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:17:04.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I luv Nerds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2125/1638567084_b271ea35d7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2125/1638567084_b271ea35d7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-972918959338732370?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/972918959338732370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=972918959338732370' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/972918959338732370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/972918959338732370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6471585687172979025</id><published>2007-10-14T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:40:43.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A tag, and a bit of randomness</title><content type='html'>Was tagged by &lt;a href="http://pinkish88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinkish&lt;/a&gt; to make a list of my favorite blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the list that I have to the left are all Favorites, the blogs that I'm going to list now aren't going to include those. These are blogs that I mostly lurk around without commenting :"&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink is the new blog &lt;/a&gt; (guilty pleasure =p sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laialyq8.com/"&gt;LialyQ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomspaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in my wormhole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cixousianpanic.com/"&gt;Cixousianpanic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secrets&lt;/a&gt; (but of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kevjumba"&gt;KevJumba&lt;/a&gt; -  video blog ( I *heart* this guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://corykennedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cory Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; (Another guilty pleasure, lol. I mainly enjoy looking at the photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenvoguenomore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twenty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ammaro.com/"&gt;Ammaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saudijeans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saudi Jeans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananyah.com/blog/"&gt;Ananyah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a midterm tommorow! Still haven't finished studying. I'm really just not in the mood to. I expect  to do really bad on it. And that isn't a good thing since I plan to transfer next September. I don't want anything lowering my GPA. Bleh. I hate how lazy I am sometimes. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 3rd day of Eid. Speaking of Eid; mines really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It's so different from Eid time in Riyo. I regret ever complaining about any Eid that I spent there! My Eids there may not have been "ideal", but they were better than nothing ( literally ).&lt;br /&gt;Now that I come to think about it, they probably were pretty much "ideal", it's just that us (referring to myself, and my peers),  always found something "wrong" or something to complain about, lol. I mean the least that we did during Eid time in Riyo was go see the fireworks (which were really cool, regardless of what the naysayers think.)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention seeing all of the close family friends that were pretty much more family to me than any of my so-called "relatives" will ever be..&lt;br /&gt;And just plain seeing everyone around dressed up, happy, and celebrating is heart-warming, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ramdan was over way to quick.  I only prayed Tarawee7 like, once! I feel like I wasted so much time. And really regret it. I really wish I had read more Qur'an and prayed more =/&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things that I really missed about Ramdan in Riyo, was the fact that you could hear several Masjids around you at once, all praying Tarawee7 prayer at once. It's so beautiful. That more than anything else would make me want to go pray.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be more prepared next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;guilty&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some positive news is: I'll finally be able to order something from the Starbucks that they opened up next to uni (during ramadan -_-) tomorrow morning. Can't wait! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of trying new &lt;span class="subheaderblu"&gt;Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming they'll stop selling it after Halloween =p I was tempted to try it yesterday night; but I got the Orange Cream Frappuccino instead. ( It was yummy, btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cold drinks, it's starting to get chilly. (Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;In fact, right after my post of complaining about the current weather, it cooled off..&lt;br /&gt;Quite ironic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time xoxo&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/guilty&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6471585687172979025?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6471585687172979025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6471585687172979025' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6471585687172979025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6471585687172979025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-and-bit-of-randomness.html' title='A tag, and a bit of randomness'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8371473256080604805</id><published>2007-10-11T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:53:14.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kil sana O entu 6aybeen =*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25816565@N00/269881331/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/269881331_1b3da7b8d5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25816565@N00/269881331/"&gt;Eid Mubarak&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/25816565@N00/"&gt;Awais Yaqub&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8371473256080604805?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8371473256080604805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8371473256080604805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/kil-sana-o-entu-6aybeen_13.html' title='kil sana O entu 6aybeen =*'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/269881331_1b3da7b8d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3299501283112266460</id><published>2007-10-09T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:35:28.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>global warming sucks</title><content type='html'>I was looking forward to actually having four seasons this school year, since we moved back to the US. One of the only things I can say that I was really excited about.&lt;br /&gt;I love the desert and everything; but it's nice to have change (weather wise) once in a while, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, almost mid October. Shouldn't it be like, a bit chilly?&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like friggin' summer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also looking forward to some snow this year.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm starting to get a feeling that that isn't going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thinking about going green. Seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3299501283112266460?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3299501283112266460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3299501283112266460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3299501283112266460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3299501283112266460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/global-warming-sucks.html' title='global warming sucks'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5957276627803536188</id><published>2007-10-06T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:14:03.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>i'm fucking disappointed in you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVENR-HlphU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVENR-HlphU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More over, I think I agree with some people when they say steroids should be legalized, seeing that everyone uses them nowadays...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it'll be fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5957276627803536188?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5957276627803536188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5957276627803536188' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5957276627803536188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5957276627803536188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-fucking-disappointed-in-you.html' title='i&apos;m fucking disappointed in you.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5760072304169253708</id><published>2007-10-02T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:55:52.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huh?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i miss my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1259/1473524801_d1f239c1b0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1259/1473524801_d1f239c1b0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I literally mean that.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all of a sudden, I've stopped dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;When I go to sleep..I don't have dreams anymore. And this has been going on for the pass year!&lt;br /&gt;I want them to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of weird. I wonder why I don't have dreams anymore..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been very active in the blog universe lately.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I'm working on a 5 pg. paper for a class ((well I'm supposed to be working on it, though most of the said working time is wasted on things that have nothing to do with my paper. Still, not being so blogospherly active makes me feel like I'm doing something right.)). Wow. Let's see if I successfully pull this one off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5760072304169253708?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5760072304169253708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5760072304169253708' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5760072304169253708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5760072304169253708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-my-dreams.html' title='i miss my dreams.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6946732904126718491</id><published>2007-09-25T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:25:31.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huh?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bachelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"...the greatest thing, you'll ever learn.."</title><content type='html'>So I watched the season premiere of "the bachelor" tonight. I don't usually watch such shows, I never really find them interesting. I'm not sure what intrigued me to sit watch it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...maybe it was the hot bachelor. Just maybe :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it amazed me how many women were on that show dying to impress him. Wanting him to like them. And the way that they acted in order to get his attention. All of them in search for "Mr. right" to live happily ever after or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how far some people will go for love, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I personally can't fathom the idea of myself going on a TV show, and competing with over 20 other women ( and humiliating myself in the process) for some guy. A.k.a Mr. right. Is it really worth it? And seriously, do the marriages actually work at the end? :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once scene in the episode where this one woman came and sat down with him, and told him that she had "webbed toes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? Was she supposed to impress him by that? Was he supposed to be turned on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to take off her shoe and actually show him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman got on the floor to show him how she could bend herself into a pretzel like form. ( with both of her legs behind her head. her back on the floor. mind you, it was a dressy cocktail party kind of thing.) =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I guess she wanted to show how "flexible" she is....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAllah, I felt embarrassed for them, while I watched, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being in love really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all that&lt;/span&gt;? And can a reality TV show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; find your "soul mate" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6946732904126718491?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6946732904126718491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6946732904126718491' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6946732904126718491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6946732904126718491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/greatest-thing-youll-ever-learn.html' title='&quot;...the greatest thing, you&apos;ll ever learn..&quot;'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5089035230774672038</id><published>2007-09-22T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:23:11.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huh?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>wtf is a kosher/halal date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1050/1423830993_84e588a941.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1050/1423830993_84e588a941.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought "kosher" or "halal-ness" was a meat (and according to some, a dairy) thing..?&lt;br /&gt;i guess not, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5089035230774672038?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5089035230774672038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5089035230774672038' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5089035230774672038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5089035230774672038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/wtf-is-kosher-date.html' title='wtf is a kosher/halal date'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8836128851085209286</id><published>2007-09-20T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:48:52.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wj3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i hate myself for this</title><content type='html'>I hate assignments that have to be presented orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate standing up in front of the class with everyone staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;My hands start shaking. My voice starts quivering. My throat goes dry. And I forget what I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my 2nd time. I sucked worse than I did the 1st time (if thats even possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the worse feeling in the world, to me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me God :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8836128851085209286?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8836128851085209286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8836128851085209286' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8836128851085209286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8836128851085209286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-myself-for-this.html' title='i hate myself for this'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4883309958433336269</id><published>2007-09-15T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T03:14:32.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>something i stumbled across...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids"&gt;TCK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..also known as "third culture kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny. because while reading through it, i could totally relate. i felt like whomever wrote this was talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew there was an actual term for this, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"refers to someone who [as a child] has spent a significant period of time in one or more culture(s) other than his or her own, thus integrating elements of those cultures and their own birth culture, into a third culture"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"TCKs share some common characteristics amongst the subcategories such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multilingualism" title="Multilingualism"&gt;multilingualism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, tolerance for other cultures, a never-ending feeling of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homesickness" title="Homesickness"&gt;homesickness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for their adopted country and a desire to remain in close contact with friends from their adopted country as well as other TCKs that they have grown up with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Many TCKs take years to readjust to their passport countries and often suffer a reverse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture_shock" title="Culture shock"&gt;culture shock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on their return to their ancestral culture. This is due to their having lived in many countries away from home and acculturated to adapt to these new cultures. This leaves them with a bit of everything. Compared to their peers who have lived their entire lives in a single culture, these TCKs would have a globalized culture. Many choose to enter careers that allow them to travel frequently or live overseas." &lt;/span&gt;-- Kinda why I chose journalism, 'cause then i'd get to travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is a growing number of online resources to help TCKs deal with issues as well as stay in contact with each other. Recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have become a helpful way for TCKs to interact. The unique experiences of TCKs among different cultures and various relationships at the formative stage of their development makes their orientation to the world different from others. However, this also makes it difficult for them to have in-depth communication with those who have not experienced similar conditions." &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some of them come to terms with the tremendous culture shock and loss that they have experienced. They gain a broader understanding of the world through their varied experiences, while others spend most of their adult life trying to come to terms with those same issues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Many Third Culture Kids face an identity crisis: they don't know where they come from. It would be typical for a third culture person to say that he or she is from a country but nothing beyond their passport defines it; they usually find it difficult to answer the question."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Third culture kids grow up in a genuinely cross-cultural world. While &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expatriates" title="Expatriates"&gt;expatriates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; watch and study cultures that they live in, third culture kids actually live in different cultural worlds. Third culture kids have incorporated different cultures on the deepest level, as to have several cultures incorporated into their thought processes. This means that third culture kids not only have deep cultural access to at least two cultures, this also means that thought processes are truly multicultural"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Third culture kids develop a sense of belonging everywhere and nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While third culture kids usually grow up to be independent and cosmopolitan, they also often struggle with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_identity" title="Personal identity"&gt;identity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with the losses they have suffered in each move. Some may feel very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationalism" title="Nationalism"&gt;nationalistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; toward one country, while others call themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_citizen" title="World citizen"&gt;global citizens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Divorce rates among TCKs are lower than the general population, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but they marry older (25+)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (Mom, are you reading this?? Back off =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; about it is pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even a &lt;a href="http://www.interactionintl.org/transition.asp"&gt;TCK seminar&lt;/a&gt; -  which I missed. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I felt like I just had to blog that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. And I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having oatmeal (with lots of brown sugar on the top *drools*) for su7oor :-D&lt;br /&gt;Tres yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4883309958433336269?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4883309958433336269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4883309958433336269' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4883309958433336269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4883309958433336269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-i-stumbled-across.html' title='something i stumbled across...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8681820884873382197</id><published>2007-09-12T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:08:28.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie moo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phood porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownie sundae'/><title type='text'>pure beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1380/1373150429_d6b3c70054.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1380/1373150429_d6b3c70054.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just look at her. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramadan Mubarak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;كل عام و أنتم بخير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8681820884873382197?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8681820884873382197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8681820884873382197' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8681820884873382197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8681820884873382197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/pure-beauty.html' title='pure beauty'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2150661908551868286</id><published>2007-09-03T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:57:51.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>first week (di dum...DI DUM)</title><content type='html'>So I know that this post is waaaaaaay way over due. I think I've been kind of busy ( i think) =/&lt;br /&gt;My first day wasn't as bad as I expected it to be =p 'Tis true, I am quite the drama queen, lol. But I did have every right to be! First day I woke up early, had to catch the metro. It was the 1st time I caught the train alone. I was quite nervous about that, since I usually have a couple of friends with me. So I got to the train station, paid for my farecard, and headed up to the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was it crowded :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had instructed me not to stand too close to the edge of the platform. A week earlier while she was waiting for the train to come, some person standing right next to her just all of a sudden threw her self out in front of the train, trying to commit suicide :-S So yea..I stood back =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was around 8:30 when I got to the platform. And even though it was crowded, I thought to myself "Well, I'm still kind of early. My first class doesn't start 'till 9:30, and the train is really big and long, so I'm sure there will be plenty of room." about 2 minutes later I saw the train coming. as it came closer and closer...I realized that I would probably end up standing for the majority of the ride -_- Which put me in a really bad mood. Especially since I was carrying a shoulder tote type bag. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hurt. I've been carrying that bag all week and it's just plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt; hauling that thing around on my shoulder all day long. I ordered a backpack on Friday. Should be arriving Tuesday or Wednesday. I have never been so excited about getting a backpack in my life, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about an hour long train ride (train had a few delays that morning), I finally arrived. My first class of the day was photography. I think that was the class that I was looking forward to the most. Anyways, my excitement was literally murdered after sitting through the first half hour. I mean, the professor could NOT get any duller =/ Maybe future classes will be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that abomination of a class, I had a communication class (haha, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need it.). The professor is reallllly sweet. I like her already! Her name is Olive. She's British :p lol. Can't get enough of you brits! Ha! It's like everywhere I go you guys follow :p ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; of my closest friends are british, yes.) Gimme a goddamn break, will ya? =p We havnt really done much in her class yet (was supposed to have her today, but labor day weekend.), but it seems like it will turn out interesting. There's a Moroccan girl in my communication class. Useless bit of info right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only 2 classes I had that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 2nd day, My first class was intro to political sci. Man, did I feel like the village idiot there! LOL. It seemed like everyone knew so much more than me about current events and politics and what not. Well maybe not everyone, but quite a few. I just felt really silly there, lol. Why the hell did I sign up for it? I don't know how I'm going to pass this one :-S Though I must say, it has to be my most interesting class at the moment. The discussions (that we've had so far) really keep you interested. The professor requires that we read the post before each lecture. I guess that'll help. We're supposed to have a debate about immigration coming up....? It's our first assignment....? Wtf do I know about immigration? :-S God help me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd class of the 2nd day was a journalism class. pretty intersting class as well. This professor also requires that you read the post daily and bring it with you class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, when are we supposed to have time to do this when we have classes that start at 9:30 am everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last class of that day was math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I harbor very hateful feeling towards math, so there's not much to say about that one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it seems like i'm going to have tons of work this year, contrary to last year =/ Which maybe hard to get used to, since basically did absolutely nothing last semester....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, people aren't that friendly in any of my classes...I'm dying to meet people, but no one really seems interested =/ That kinda sucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to bed. Have to be up by 7am tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sean Kingston needs to die :D That song is getting annoying.&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/20382230-2150661908551868286?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2150661908551868286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2150661908551868286' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2150661908551868286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2150661908551868286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-week-di-dumdi-dum.html' title='first week (di dum...DI DUM)'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-5552271204032513503</id><published>2007-08-26T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:59:38.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>begining.</title><content type='html'>I start Uni tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-5552271204032513503?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/5552271204032513503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=5552271204032513503' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5552271204032513503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/5552271204032513503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/08/begining.html' title='begining.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8102918047686048042</id><published>2007-08-19T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:16:10.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><title type='text'>"If you don't get lost, there's a chance you may never be found."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tag from mademoiselle &lt;a href="http://miss22.blogspot.com/"&gt;missy&lt;/a&gt; ;p in which i'm supposed to post 8 things my readers don't know about me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; wearing socks and shoes. It’s flip flops for me whenever I get the chance! I wish I could go barefoot more &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*The majority of my thoughts…I think them in Arabic (Arabic isn’t my mother tongue, neither do we speak it at home.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I believe in Aliens…like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; believe in them. I blame Will Smith. And Steven Spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I also have a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;for fairies. When I was a child, 4 years of age, I saw one flutter across my room. &lt;i&gt;I swear to you&lt;/i&gt;. I’ll never forget.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I hate eggplant. It reminds me of some type of insect…I’ll only eat it when it’s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_ghanoush"&gt;Baba Ghanouj&lt;/a&gt; (i.e. I can’t really tell what it is). So basically, I like mushy cooked insects…instead of whole ones. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I look &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; young for my age. No one ever guesses I’m over 16 =/&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*In real life have a &lt;i&gt;very bad&lt;/i&gt; temper. =) It shocks people when the “bitch” within comes out &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So when I initially meet people…I keep her in.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*I wish I was somebody else. Like…that Cory Kennedy character…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;*In 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; grade there was this girl that would always bother me. So one day after we got out of class she shoved me a bit. I came after her, and she ran. While she was trying to get away her shoe came off. I was so pissed that I took her shoe and threw it so hard…it landed on the top on the building. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Needless to say…she never saw that shoe again. She cried and cried (LOL!) and told anyone who’d listen (teachers) that I took her shoe and did something with it. She was really tripping out! Little drama queen. It was just a shoe =/ She made it seem like I had murdered her twin sister or something. And anytime someone inquired about it, I gave this really innocent look. But I was LMAO-ing inside :p I got away with it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;After that incident…she never ever spoke to me again. The same chick added me on facebook a couple of months back, and we’re cool. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wonder if she remembers? Hmmmmm (^_^)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://mochness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mocha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://outrageouschicken.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juju&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thethirdwolf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Agnon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://goldfish-rawr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://oreo-madness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oreo M&lt;/a&gt;., &lt;a href="http://sexycowmeow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sexy Cow&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;a href="http://pinkish88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinkish&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;a href="http://thecynicalfishy.blogspot.com/"&gt; Cynical Fish&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Good luck..this took me long enough. Though I doubt many of you will actually do it...I hate tagging people -__- Those were the rules, however. You in return must tag 8 people, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8102918047686048042?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8102918047686048042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8102918047686048042' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8102918047686048042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8102918047686048042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-dont-get-lost-theres-chance-you.html' title='&quot;If you don&apos;t get lost, there&apos;s a chance you may never be found.&quot;'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7223218658533108497</id><published>2007-08-13T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:46:52.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>things i miss #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v74/84/10/504656271/n504656271_77270_9993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v74/84/10/504656271/n504656271_77270_9993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karaoke nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7223218658533108497?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7223218658533108497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7223218658533108497' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7223218658533108497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7223218658533108497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-i-miss.html' title='things i miss #1'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2919230722014150244</id><published>2007-08-09T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:02:17.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>“Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling like I'm on this never ending roller coaster of emotions. Sometimes I feel bad for some of the emotions/feeling that I have, but I really can't help it. I hate the idea of my friends making new ones. It sucks being here with none of my friends, whilst they're back in Saudi and elsewhere moving on, meeting new people, and having fun, and what not. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bothers me. I don't think I've ever felt so alone.&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://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/5199Z0A9ZHL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/5199Z0A9ZHL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this "Postsecret" book today. It's the 2nd book of the collection. Do I love it? Abso-fucking-lutely. lol. I felt like using that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate it when your parents are so uptight about everything, that you can't even be yourself and have certain opinions when around them. That has to be one of the most annoying things ever. I wish mines would accept my choices in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should just let me decide for myself, you know? Instead of imposing a certain way of thinking and life on me all the time. It's not very good for the soul :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm getting really tired of my current music...was going thru my library today, and just about every song annoyed me :/ could only listen to a few seconds b4 switching! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; new music. Hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni registration. 2oth of August. I'm not VERY excited....but I'm kinda excited :p Not because I'm pressed about starting. It's just I really have nothing else to day these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...maybe I'm a teeny bit excited about starting my journalism courses?&lt;br /&gt;I hope their as interesting as I'm anticipating them to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if they're not? That'll just be a...bummer :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WCOA0_vtte/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WCOA0_vtte/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2919230722014150244?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2919230722014150244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2919230722014150244' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2919230722014150244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2919230722014150244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-everything-that-counts-can-be_09.html' title='“Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-775925110925968633</id><published>2007-08-02T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:27:05.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE "HEROES".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BT4KGACTL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BT4KGACTL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oriental flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:250;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(lol. how did they come up with that anyway? oriental flavor. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Tis all for right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-775925110925968633?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/775925110925968633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=775925110925968633' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/775925110925968633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/775925110925968633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-366389506101526316</id><published>2007-07-25T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:20:58.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deathly Hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>finito ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edgeworlds.com/images/hp_hinge_fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.edgeworlds.com/images/hp_hinge_fate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just finished "DH" a few hours ago, and boy was it something! So many new discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that it would end so good. Guess I was wrong! I'm kind of in shock about this being the last book....I really don't want to end. I (and i'm sure many others) have become kinda emotionally attached to it...No more theories or rumors to discuss with other Potter fanatics. There won't be anymore "Harry Potter and the....." books to look forward to anymore.  Ahhhh...all good things really DO come to an end! I don't think there will ever be any saga/series quite like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Neville Longbottom (which I always have!), but I especially loved how his character came out in DH. It was like a complete transformation. From insecure and timid Neville, to brave and confident Neville. He rocks my socks :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird how much lots of things transformed in the DH. Like, the ministry of magic for instance. It was like overnight, the whole ministry turns over to the dark side. It's kinda shocking actually. Especially during the beginning of the book! Y3ni, the ministry did act a bit funny during books previous books, but nothing like the sudden change of sides in DH.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ministry of magic&lt;/span&gt; was going around calling people Mudbloods for crying out loud :| Locking up muggleborns for stealing people's powers :-S I know that the ministry was under Voldemorts control, but still - shock worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVERUS SNAPE. Ahhh.  I basically hated him through the book, until the end, when you find out his little "tale"... Gosh man, I never thought I'd end up loving him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about Dumbledore's past with Arianna and Grindelwald was also very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potterwatch. &lt;/span&gt;LOL. That was probably one of the funniest bits of the book. You can always count on the twins and Lee Jordan to make you laugh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when I found out what the "Deathly Hallows" were, though. In my head I had this feeling that it was a place..the Tale of the Three brothers; genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Voldy's duel at the end was just so....good :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what became of the Malfoys at the end? Did they get sent o Azkaban? Did the any of the Death Eaters turn good? How could any of them be forgiven, after all of the damage that many of them caused? And how could anyone ever trust any of them again? And what about the thing that was supposed to be revealed about Lily Potters eyes? I have a LOT of questions I'd like to ask JK :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres just so much that I want to say about this book! My God! I can't type it all out! :| I need someone to discuss this with! :p A long, good, face-to-face discussion is what I need :| I'm still hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBSESSED AND PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live The Boy Who Lived! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-366389506101526316?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/366389506101526316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=366389506101526316' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/366389506101526316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/366389506101526316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/07/finito-d.html' title='finito ;D'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8619101170832786003</id><published>2007-07-21T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:39:36.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deathly Hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wj3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the week'/><title type='text'>i want my DH :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lX3K35jvY9A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was googling Maya Rudolph from SNL ( the one that does the Donatella Versace impression :p ) , kitha, just for the heck of it, and I found out that this singer, Minnie Riperton was her mom! I was very surprised to say the least. No wonder Maya has such a good singing voice! Like when she does certain skits on SNL she'll sing, and sound really great. And what's cute about it is that this song was dedicated to her new born baby at the time - Maya.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved this video so much, so I blogged it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still haven't gotten my "Deathly Hallows" yet. I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go to the midnight release party thingy in Silver Spring, but I didn't get to. My dad ditched me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get my book today...so I can have it before we go out of town on Sunday! I have it all planned out.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got my DH. I'm up to "The Wedding" chapter. YEEEEEEEEEY! ME HAPPY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8619101170832786003?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8619101170832786003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8619101170832786003' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8619101170832786003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8619101170832786003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-my-dh.html' title='i want my DH :|'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3171318194668006773</id><published>2007-07-17T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:09:35.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, so ummm...what is about them that make us want to just burst out into a song and sing our hearts out? O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&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/20382230-3171318194668006773?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3171318194668006773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3171318194668006773' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3171318194668006773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3171318194668006773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/07/showers.html' title='Showers'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1870072480764040140</id><published>2007-07-15T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:25:05.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yaaay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><title type='text'>order of the phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/823202344_f7becdee72.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/823202344_f7becdee72.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Potter movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting has considerably IMPROVED. Emma watson is still annoying...but not as annoying as she used to be ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED Luna Lovegood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwarp was really cute :| I'd always imagined he'd be quite ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Umbridge was spot on. i LOVED hating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no movie critic, but hey.....thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR THE BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which...I should probably re-read Half blood prince before starting Deathly Hallows. Hmmmm...maybe thats what I'll do this week. During the "waiting period" ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1870072480764040140?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1870072480764040140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1870072480764040140' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1870072480764040140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1870072480764040140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/07/order-of-phoenix.html' title='order of the phoenix'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7267213040875986439</id><published>2007-07-11T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:25:23.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Riyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wj3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOSH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><title type='text'>Denial, Dubai and other random "shit"...</title><content type='html'>I know that this post is waaaaaaay over do! I've abandoned my blog for some time now...and I kinda feel bad about it :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ummm....I've finally made it to the states. 1st summer ever that I really don't want to be here..Most likely because I know that I won't be heading back to Riyo for the year. So there's no rush for me to have fun, like usual. I have all the friggin' time in the world..&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is though, in my head, I think that I'll be going back when August rolls around.  I'll go back to psu; to lab C with my friends, order chicken fries, and just goof around all day long. This whole move thing isn't going to really hit me until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai wasn't bad. It could have been better, though. Last time I had more fun, probably because Jay and her mom were with us. My parents are pretty boring to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1300/780723366_9f451d70f4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1300/780723366_9f451d70f4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                      the pool that i didnt get to swim in -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/780719402_43b5e298f8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/780719402_43b5e298f8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; alien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/779850125_162c143d96.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/779850125_162c143d96.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/779848463_62df56abc8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/779848463_62df56abc8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting my stalk on. HAHA. I shall have one...someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/779849461_a4923ac074.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/779849461_a4923ac074.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yummm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1098/780723784_4603ad2f11.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1098/780723784_4603ad2f11.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK. i don't know what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; was doing in a emirati antique/souvenir store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of parents - I got into a bit of shit with them a few days back. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I accidentally sent my step dad an sms that was supposed to go to a friend of mines. In it I txted the word "shit" - they had a cow :| I couldn't believe it. They like, blew it completely out of proportion.  I got screamed at and was indirectly called a "hypocrite". Mind you, I'm 20-fucking-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Did I just say the F word?&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still in disbelief about the whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for right now.  I'm still dead tired form the trip :| Not really in the mood to type anything else right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just sit back and relax and see how this summer unfolds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7267213040875986439?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7267213040875986439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7267213040875986439' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7267213040875986439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7267213040875986439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/07/denial-dubai-and-other-random-shit.html' title='Denial, Dubai and other random &quot;shit&quot;...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2737275747878762194</id><published>2007-06-22T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:32:26.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>So I guess it's goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-599.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v74/84/10/504656271/n504656271_77599_6675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-599.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v74/84/10/504656271/n504656271_77599_6675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how folding up clothes and boxing them up, brings back so many memories. Well, for me at least. Packing really makes one realize what they're leaving behind. Things that one might not necessarily want to leave behind, but is more or less forced to because of certain circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the type that never really showed feelings or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to. Doing so makes me feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, at this wrinkle in time, I don't feel like I need to hide anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I'm leaving my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I'm leaving behind people that I've only known and grown close to for one term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I fear what I don't know. And all I've known for the past 13 yrs of my life is K of SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are quick to tell me that I'm lucky, and how cool it is to be moving back...&lt;br /&gt;But what people don't understand is...I'm not just going for college or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for summer, or spring break.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be coming back after I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;My life won't be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what scares me the most? What sends an ice cold chill down my spine? The idea that I'll lose contact over time with the people closest to my heart, whom I value the most. The idea that I'll forget them, and they'll do likewise with me. The idea that our bond and love for one another will slowly become weaker, until it finally vanishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who understood me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who helped shape me and make me into the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we all claim to always keep in touch and never ever forget each other...But will we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forever ever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to all of you guys. My friends. The people who looked past my shy, timid, quiet, and innocent looking outer shell, and got to know my weird, wild, loud, freaky, fun, and at times bitchy inner core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who make me feel so hated yet and so loved, every single day, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people that make me laugh day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that were there when I needed someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who got me in touch with my "inner" sexuality ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who accepted me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that I've wasted so much useless and "unproductive"  time with ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to type out exactly what I feel for you guys....but don't think that's achievable...&lt;br /&gt;But anyways,  emotions aren't meant to be written down or typed out - they're meant to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Please don't forget me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2737275747878762194?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2737275747878762194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2737275747878762194' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2737275747878762194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2737275747878762194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-guess-its-goodbye.html' title='So I guess it&apos;s goodbye?'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2727001191771004606</id><published>2007-06-07T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T06:53:15.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><title type='text'>INCIJALUW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/535277081_01094fe825.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/535277081_01094fe825.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the inside of my brain looks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, I am not fit to update my blog like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i'm all jumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think straight. way too many things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soRRy. lol. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I dare you to figure out what the post title means.&lt;br /&gt;go on. I DARE you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2727001191771004606?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2727001191771004606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2727001191771004606' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2727001191771004606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2727001191771004606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/06/incijaluw.html' title='INCIJALUW'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7750648115173618741</id><published>2007-05-18T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:25:01.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and then hell broke loose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wj3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOSH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m 20; Biatch'/><title type='text'>parental harrasment</title><content type='html'>Ok, so how come I'm just finding out that turning 20 automatically makes you need to get MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting in my bedroom, innocently, googling different artists, so I could find the album art for my "legally" downloaded music, when my mom enters my room giggling.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I had a feeling that I knew what she was about to say.&lt;br /&gt;"Tehehe..A family just called, they have an older son-"&lt;br /&gt;"NO."&lt;br /&gt;"But I didn't even finish saying-"&lt;br /&gt;"NO. I know what you're about to say, and I'm saving your breath for you - No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short - The mother kept on talking, and I kept on saying "NO" for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;She got pissed off, and went to complain about me to my step dad, (who boldly told her that "if she said no, why are you still discussing it with her?!" HAHA), and I got pissed off because I felt like I was being harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meas no :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to know anything about him.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to know his name-I honestly couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to "see" him.&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not "communicate" with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to mention that I hate it when parents think it's cute to play matchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, back the fuck up! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident literally ruined my day. Not that it was that great to begin with, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these people assume that because you're a girl, and 20 years of age that you're just waiting around to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that I am not even ONE WEEK into being 20 yet, and already I have my mother trying to pressure me into something that I don't want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7750648115173618741?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7750648115173618741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7750648115173618741' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7750648115173618741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7750648115173618741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/05/parental-harrasment.html' title='parental harrasment'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2667892983428476415</id><published>2007-05-14T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:01:03.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closer to the grave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess that means that I&apos;m going to die soon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m 20; Biatch'/><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live as long as you may. The first twenty years are the longest half of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Southey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2667892983428476415?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2667892983428476415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2667892983428476415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2667892983428476415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2667892983428476415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/05/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3393237646540068647</id><published>2007-05-12T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:16.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chad White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phish Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><title type='text'>Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(hehe...we used to sing that as kids. doesn't have much to do with the post.)&lt;/span&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/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RkYjVo40SnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/51yfEBUvfDI/s1600-h/DSCN3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RkYjVo40SnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/51yfEBUvfDI/s400/DSCN3364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063773685684652658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could REALLY do with one of those right now. Like really. I took this pic last summer. "Phish food" at the bottom. "Strawberry cheesecake" on top. Heaven in a cone. That's one thing I'm definitely looking forward to this summer. Or shall I say, this year ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My procrastination levels have reached an all time high recently. To the extent that we actually thought that I had MISSED the application deadline. This is really bad. And I really dont get the whole &lt;a href="http://www.wes.org/"&gt;WES&lt;/a&gt; thing :/ I need to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I've been looking at/seeing A LOT of male model pictures these past few days. And I've decided that I want to marry one. Y3ni, if nothing else is going the way I want in life ( 'cause it sure isn't at the moment ) at least I can have the dream guy to wake up to every morning.  Preferably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chad White&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(V).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a FRIGGIN' RESEARCH PAPER DUE THIS WEEK. I'M PISSED BECAUSE THIS IS THE 4TH TIME THAT I'M TYPING THIS BIT OF THE POST OUT SINCE BLOGGER KEEPS DECIDING TO MAGICALLY EAT THIS PART OR THE POST EVERY TIME I POST IT.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we pretty much got an open field of what we could do our research about. So I thought I'd do something that a) I found interesting  b)Had a lot of facts  c) was pretty captivating  d) I absolutely adore  e)That other people like/find/interesting/adore too. So in the end...I chose pizza :D Who doesn't like pizza? Plus, some of the facts are pretty darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;did you know that&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza only became popular in the US after soldiers brought it back with them from WW2. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always thought that it was the Italian immigrants that popularized it, not war!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It took over 2 centuries before inhabitants of the European continent started consuming tomatoes (i.e. putting it on pizzas) from the time that it arrived from the new world (i.e. America) because they were believed to be poisonous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LOOOL. How cute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In Italy there's an actual law/bill to safe guard the traditional Italian pizza that specifies permissible ingredients and way of processing? Only pizzas that follow those exact rules can be called a traditional Italian pizza :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(M9adgeen ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be working on this paper RIGHT NOW, since I have to hand in some of it tomorrow. Instead I'm online lolly-gagging. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend suggested that I order a couple of pizza for my presentation, and give out slices to the listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Whatever. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been eating properly either. I'm feeling like my iron is down really low at the moment (I'm anemic) . Like its at an all time low. My lip keeps getting this funny tingly feeling in it. It's weird. I think it's due to low iron. I keep getting told that I should eat lots of green veggies. I hate green veggies with passion. I can't even remember the last time that I even ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any kind&lt;/span&gt; of vegetable :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when my mom used to pour a table spoon of liquid iron into my orange juice in the mornings. It would turn my juice into this brownish-orange color, and changed the taste a bit. I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. I haven't been studying this year. Like, AT ALL. How the hell am I going to get back into the groove of studying next school year when I have not done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; this year? It's disgusting. What am I to do, what am I to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On My To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a goddamn life :/ And stop spending so much useless time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. I TURN 20 ON THE 14TH !! (in a day. OMG.  I am SO not ready for it :| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20382230-3393237646540068647?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3393237646540068647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3393237646540068647' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3393237646540068647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3393237646540068647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-go-to-college-to-get-more.html' title='Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RkYjVo40SnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/51yfEBUvfDI/s72-c/DSCN3364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4878442492101233105</id><published>2007-05-04T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:35:38.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the week'/><title type='text'>My lip gloss is poppin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUTIOjZejFI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUTIOjZejFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the word "lip gloss" on youtube, and this came up! :|&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thunk that I'd get this lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge chunk of my love for lip gloss has been forcibly taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN'T GET THIS DAMN SONG OUT OF MY HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4878442492101233105?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4878442492101233105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4878442492101233105' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4878442492101233105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4878442492101233105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-lip-gloss-is-poppin.html' title='My lip gloss is poppin&apos;...'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8503361461866729405</id><published>2007-04-25T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:37:20.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOSH'/><title type='text'>When life get's confusing...just smile and nod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/472428725_7617487924.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/472428725_7617487924.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this did it for me.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;can you even show me VA on a map?&lt;br /&gt;just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;you want to mourn the death of another human? then by all means, do so.&lt;br /&gt;but stuff like this is just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bl 3rabi - maluh da3iiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get it. you're "in touch" with &lt;s&gt;Western&lt;/s&gt; American culture. you are "cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-8503361461866729405?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8503361461866729405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8503361461866729405' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8503361461866729405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8503361461866729405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-life-gets-confusingjust-smile-and.html' title='When life get&apos;s confusing...just smile and nod'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-8051405389970878431</id><published>2007-04-20T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:43:50.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wj3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm starting to think that moving back might be pretty cool and interesting. Maybe it's time for change in my life. Being stuck on pretty much the same routine, with the exact same people for this many years can NOT be healthy. I never thought that I'd be saying or feeling this but - friends change. A lot.  People change a lot period. The bond that you once thought existed,  just isn't there anymore. Maybe I need to meet new people. Start over from fresh again (LOL. I hate that phrase, it has always scared me :|) It seems like all of my school friends, or "close" friends have been slowly drifting away from each other for some time now. We have absolutely nothing in common anymore. And it's not me, I haven't changed that much at all. (which might not be a good thing, on my behalf) It's them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways kilaha 3 more months, and I'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another issue. I'm tired of AQ preaching.&lt;br /&gt;STOP FORWARDING ME EMAILS ABOUT HIJAB, AND WEARING "BAN6ALOWN".&lt;br /&gt;WTF, DUDE :| Y3NI MN JD TARAAK ZAWAD'TAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ban6alown" issue is too dumb to be addressed. Even on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who said that I wasn't planning to be a mu7ajiba when we move back?&lt;br /&gt;And if its the WAY that I plan to cover that you don't like, well then that's your problem, not mines :) I think that you should just be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;that I plan to, because frankly I don't have to at all, if I really don't want to. But you keep annoying me with those forwards, I will seriously consider not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to anything that I feel like I'm being forced to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no offense y3ni, but the LAST person that I want to talk to me about hijab is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt; for god sake! You haven't covered a day of you life, and you think you're going to tell me how I should cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOL. La ykthar bs ;)&lt;br /&gt;The only exception is the Rasool, pbuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong for feeling this way? (rhetorical, tra.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&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/20382230-8051405389970878431?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/8051405389970878431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=8051405389970878431' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8051405389970878431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/8051405389970878431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-worry-about-world-coming-to-end.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-206237727478414492</id><published>2007-04-13T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:59:03.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my_own_interpretation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before_sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frou_frou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless_rant_that_you_probably_wont_get'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreaming'/><title type='text'>beauty in the breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, let go, so let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go, yeah let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amazing here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for a while, I thought the "beauty in the breakdown" bit was meant for something to do with a "break-up"...and now I'm starting to think that it doesn't. maybe it means just a "breakdown" in general. any type. it makes more sense that way. and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just need to hit rock bottom before you can actually start living. before you can actually be content and happy about anything. before you realize how beautiful life is and that it's not worth it to waste time worrying about people or things or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;you realize all time you've wasted on things that don't deserve it, and then after, you start chasing after the things that DO deserve your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty in the breakdown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-206237727478414492?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/206237727478414492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=206237727478414492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/206237727478414492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/206237727478414492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/04/beauty-in-breakdown.html' title='beauty in the breakdown'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-881618550667929422</id><published>2007-04-09T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:52:38.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the week'/><title type='text'>Video of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHr8emUGPxw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHr8emUGPxw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-881618550667929422?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/881618550667929422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=881618550667929422' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/881618550667929422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/881618550667929422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/04/video-of-week.html' title='Video of the week'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6788118681878369710</id><published>2007-03-31T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:57:32.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah_blah_blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>not that anyone cares but..</title><content type='html'>-just got my braces tightened. got the rubber band color changed as well. lime green.&lt;br /&gt;everytime I go to get my braces tightened - I put on tons of lip gloss. I like to. And then when the orthodontist is fiddling around in my mouth, my lip gloss gets all over his gloves. HAHA. So they have this smeared pinkish ring around them. It amuses me. By the time he's done, there isnt any lip gloss left on my lips. Amusing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember when I was in grade school (and middle school) when they'd come around to our class rooms and announce that there was going to be an "open day" soon. we'd get SO excited. to the point that we wouldn't even be able to pay attention in class the week or few days prior to the "open day". It became more like open week. lool. How cute is that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm just updating for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-American standards: I'm pretty spoiled. Saudi standards: I'm not spoiled at all. I keep trying to explain that to my parents. Hey, it's not my fault I was brought up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So making a cross word puzzle isnt as easy as I thought....I need help *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa Carlton. I hate that bitch. But at the same time...I wish I was her for some reason ??! WHICH FURTHER PROVES - that anyone who hates you, or tries to find something wrong with you, wishes they were you, or wish that they had something that you have. Oh, and I'm in love with this lame song by her. *shrugs* DON'T JUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VGm53-jZa0/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had something else I wanted to type..but I forgot what it was. Now I'm utterly PISSED. Argh. I hate when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for right now. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6788118681878369710?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6788118681878369710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6788118681878369710' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6788118681878369710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6788118681878369710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-that-anyone-cares-but.html' title='not that anyone cares but..'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-271607716907586789</id><published>2007-03-30T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:36:00.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='????'/><title type='text'>words. musing. me. 9:50.</title><content type='html'>empty.tired.lonely.thoughtless.blank.drained.giggling.dirty.&lt;br /&gt;feel like going for a walk on the ocean shore.&lt;br /&gt;procrastination.blankness.&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed.mentally whipped.hating to think.prolonged brain freeze.nervous.curious.unsure.insecure.nostalgic.distress.confusion.regret. can't concentrate.dragging on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-271607716907586789?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/271607716907586789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=271607716907586789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/271607716907586789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/271607716907586789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/words-musing-me-950.html' title='words. musing. me. 9:50.'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-7031529679955033229</id><published>2007-03-24T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:38:25.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>late night musings</title><content type='html'>- I cant get the song "all good things" out of my head. Ever since I watched the video on youtube the other day. I've been humming it ever since. It's kinda annoying since I claim to hate the song. Maybe it has some sentimental meaning to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been really lazy with my blog lately. That's partly why I'm writing this post. Too many things on my mind - I think thats the problem. Funny I say that, when one of the main reasons of a blog is to write down your daily thoughts. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's This girl that I thought was really cool in high school, who is with me in uni now.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just find her really annoying. FUNNY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First time in my life I'm getting the highest grades in my class, and I don't like it one bit. Its weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah say&lt;/span&gt;s:&lt;br /&gt;thats just gross&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;ID LOVE TO JUST JUMP IN IT AND ROLL AROUND WHILST EATING&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;but ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;its like 5arooff&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;SO?&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;u think u too good for 5aroof???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;gross, i havnt had 5aroof for 9 years now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;loooool yes i do actually&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;zag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe if it was strawberrys and cream and lots of hot guys around the edge then i might join u rollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;EWW&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;then it would be all sticky&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;y33&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;kasba aint sticky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;this will be all oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;7obi they cook it with oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;y3ne u would get oily&lt;br /&gt;Hannah says:&lt;br /&gt;cream is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;eww&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;id love to roll around in kabsa m3 a hot emirati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ur just cute&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;im sure there are 459383904809 hot emirati's who'd want to do that with u&lt;br /&gt;taquitta     says:&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;CENSORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;CENSORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;due to that fact that I was threatened to be sued, parts of this convo have been censored.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. what were we smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tommorow is Nada's birthday. Its being hosted in the computer lab....hmmm. CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Hollow" - Submersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Happy Birthday Reema! :**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-7031529679955033229?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/7031529679955033229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=7031529679955033229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7031529679955033229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/7031529679955033229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/late-night-musings.html' title='late night musings'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1609326465279014623</id><published>2007-03-17T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:36:34.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the chase is on</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is extremely random and weird but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you watch a TV show, or a movie, or whatever, and there will be a scene of a few scenes where some one is running for their life, or getting chased, or hiding from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fantasized about that being you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't it feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1609326465279014623?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1609326465279014623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1609326465279014623' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1609326465279014623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1609326465279014623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/chase-is-on.html' title='the chase is on'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4294686346168953236</id><published>2007-03-16T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:43:50.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>So apparently people think that I'm judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, thinking that something is wrong - makes you judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;So even if I *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;* think that I am better than anyone in any way at all, and I *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;* go around preaching to people, but because I might think that something is wrong - that makes me judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words, standing for something, apparently make you a judgmental person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfffffffffffffffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want to do - I honestly don't care. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wallah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But don't make me seem like I'm wrong for not agreeing with/liking what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like its ok for you to parade around and be proud of whatever it is that you do - I bloody well have the right to hold my opinion that it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Annoyed Taqo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4294686346168953236?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4294686346168953236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4294686346168953236' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4294686346168953236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4294686346168953236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-1543701682588581648</id><published>2007-03-14T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:43:25.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>loaths/likes</title><content type='html'>This is sorta a tag/meme thing.&lt;br /&gt;You get assigned a letter - then you have to type out your likes and loaths all begining with the letter that your were assigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which proved to be quite difficult ( hence all of the dumb things listed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment telling me you want a letter if you want to be assigned one  (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. T.V&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/data/515/Tawny_on_the_Keyboards.jpg"&gt;Tawny Dean.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tacos.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanksgiving style dinners.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thai green curry.&lt;br /&gt;6. Train rides.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tropicana.&lt;br /&gt;8. Turquoise/gray eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;9. Time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tufa7teyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tickling&lt;br /&gt;2. Teeth sucking.&lt;br /&gt;3. Toe jam.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thomas the train Engine. ( I REEALLY LOATHED THAT SHOW AS A CHILD.)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42124000/jpg/_42124924_ap-_pickles_416i.jpg"&gt;Turshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Typical acting people.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075596/"&gt;Three's company.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Traffic Jams.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Taking things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-1543701682588581648?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/1543701682588581648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=1543701682588581648' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1543701682588581648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/1543701682588581648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/loathslikes.html' title='loaths/likes'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-2450390059958069098</id><published>2007-03-11T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:22:34.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ryan Gosling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs.northwestern.edu/%7Ehunicke/blog/images/gostastic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cs.northwestern.edu/%7Ehunicke/blog/images/gostastic5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, umm...*scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did he become hot? :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-2450390059958069098?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/2450390059958069098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=2450390059958069098' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2450390059958069098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/2450390059958069098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/03/ryan-gosling.html' title='Ryan Gosling'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-3695232602239064021</id><published>2007-02-28T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:37:19.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>pan's labyrinth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqYiSlkvRuw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqYiSlkvRuw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to see this movie :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-3695232602239064021?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/3695232602239064021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=3695232602239064021' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3695232602239064021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/3695232602239064021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/pans-labyrinth.html' title='pan&apos;s labyrinth'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6639630399260358384</id><published>2007-02-23T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:39:20.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;06'/><title type='text'>My 100th post, and the year ( '06 ) in review....</title><content type='html'>....according to moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know we're already well into '07, but so what. I felt like doing this = D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Favs&lt;/span&gt;" of 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. album released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-A fever you cant sweat out.&lt;br /&gt;-Food and Liquor.&lt;br /&gt;-Continuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. song released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was infatuated with "Dance, Dance", and "Build god, then we'll talk". Not to say they were great songs or anything; but I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get them out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. new candy/sweet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rafaello ( O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hal&lt;/span&gt; ya5fa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt; ?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. new food-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Om 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. new drinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Strawberry Daiquiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. New restaurant-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Macaroni&lt;/span&gt; Grill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. new gadget-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Zune. ( i waannnt )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. new friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Too difficult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. old friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. family member of the yr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Not one person. More like a group of people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/PersonOfWeek/story?id=372266&amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. cartoon to watch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kids next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. movie released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-V for Vendetta.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Talladega&lt;/span&gt; Nights.&lt;br /&gt;-Step Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. T.V. Show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Book you read this year (doesn't have to be a release of the same year)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"The Alchemist"&lt;br /&gt;"Wicked: The life and times of the wicked witch of the west" (still in progress : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. memory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. achievement-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Graduating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. moment in your life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Didnt&lt;/span&gt; really have any "great" moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that interesting. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. moment in the world (like in the news or on a TV show)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, on 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; thought. This :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" try="" href="http://www2.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.portlandmercury.com/blogtown/files/2007/02/BRITUMB-ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I luv this picture. I just wanted a reason to blog it. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. place you visited (any place even if it was the toilet)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Game released (if you're a gamer)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. color of the year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hot pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. thing you bought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt;-shot. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;siiigggh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. present you got-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Worsts" of 2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. album released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. song released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Stars are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. new candy/sweet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Skittles gum :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. new food-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Those chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pinoy&lt;/span&gt; lady at college sells. N.E.V.E.R. AGAIN :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. new drink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Date Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. new restaurant-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt;! That was a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. new gadget-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That Creative mouse that I bought. It only lasted for 2 weeks : I paid 150 riyals for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. new friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not saying any names......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. old friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. family member of the yr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kramer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. cartoon to watch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lilo and stitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. movie released-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Superman returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. T.V. show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Still Standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Book you read this year (doesn't have to be a release of the same year)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Uglies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. memory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. moment in your life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Getting accepted into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;AUS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. moment in the world (like in the news or on a TV show)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The war in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. place you visited (any place even if it was the toilet)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The bathroom in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Amo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hamza&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ewwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Game released (if you're a gamer)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. color of the year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. thing you bought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Again, that mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. present you got-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;An &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; jean bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If there is anything you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; changed about yourself in the last year it would be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Trying so hard to fit in and be liked by everyone. Being nice to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If there is anything you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; changed about the world in the last year it would be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All the killing, hate, and blood shed, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Anything new you did/tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;........U...........&lt;br /&gt;........[].............()&lt;br /&gt;........()....m....//&lt;br /&gt;........[]..//\\//&lt;br /&gt;.......(..)//.. W&lt;br /&gt;......(___) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kawiiiii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What was your New Years resolution? If you had one, did you stick to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any new years resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. How much longer do you have left in the yr in hours/minutes/seconds (if it already passed give it as a negative value…I feel like I'm in physics&lt;br /&gt;class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There ain't NO WAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What would make 2007 the best year ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If everything goes the way that I have it planned in my head. ( acceptance, college, social life, self image, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6639630399260358384?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/6639630399260358384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=6639630399260358384' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6639630399260358384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6639630399260358384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-100th-post-and-year-06-in-review.html' title='My 100th post, and the year ( &apos;06 ) in review....'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4968465025724523772</id><published>2007-02-18T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:41:10.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hateration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>to all the haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1630334823&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="386" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it, bitch. BRING IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4968465025724523772?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4968465025724523772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4968465025724523772' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4968465025724523772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4968465025724523772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-all-haters.html' title='to all the haters'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-190644697963275069</id><published>2007-02-14T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:17.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i'm anti-valentines day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RdONr3Iw76I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4yZ4UeyqAyE/s1600-h/bollocks_th.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RdONr3Iw76I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4yZ4UeyqAyE/s200/bollocks_th.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031520993377578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "valentines day" did rock actually.&lt;br /&gt;I spent it with *gasps* girls! Had a blast too.&lt;br /&gt;The most fun I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;And we totally pigged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need a man to make it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get off being free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need a man to make me feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get off doing my thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need a ring around my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me feel complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let me break it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can get off when you ain't around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The guy that works in "Lush" is uber hott :|&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Riyo - Check Him Ouuuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;This post makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when do they ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-190644697963275069?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/190644697963275069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=190644697963275069' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/190644697963275069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/190644697963275069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-anti-valentines-day.html' title='i&apos;m anti-valentines day'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGbMpMvZ5Xo/RdONr3Iw76I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4yZ4UeyqAyE/s72-c/bollocks_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-6353861175971915874</id><published>2007-02-12T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:58:45.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               So the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-6353861175971915874?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6353861175971915874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/6353861175971915874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/itsy-bitsy-spider-went-up-water-spout.html' title=''/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-4936908148602142214</id><published>2007-02-05T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:15:56.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>5 things that you (probabaly) dont know about me</title><content type='html'>1. I have this freaky "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fetish&lt;/span&gt;" for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty boys&lt;/span&gt;. It seems like every guy that I find hot, is (in some way) pretty. And in a lot of cases, prettier than most girls. Until recently, I was in total denial about my so-called fetish. But alas...I have accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/200400996_6a44389eaa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/200400996_6a44389eaa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazzaaaaa333. A55 3leeh bs!&lt;br /&gt;Ya zeen el zeeeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.splicedonline.com/05reviews/redeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.splicedonline.com/05reviews/redeye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cillian...you can push me up against a wall annyyytime you like, hun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I HATE carrying handbags or purses around with me. I find them absolutely annoying. I keep my money in my pockets most of the time. So it's kinda awkward when I'm at a store, and it's time for me to pay for something; I have to like open my abaya all up, stick my hand in my pocket, then pull it out. And hope that I pull out the right amount, or I'll have to do it again, lol. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(yea, yea...how interesting, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ive had 3 step siblings.  Zaid (whom we called "lil Zaid" because my big bro was called Zaid as well), Naeema, and Aliyah. Naeema was crazy. She scared me. I liked Aliyah though.&lt;br /&gt;Havent seen any of them for like 11 yrs. But there was that one time when I thought that I saw Aliyah in Old Navy one summer. She was pushing around a baby. Meh. Didnt say hi to her though. And I think that I saw lil' Zaid running across the street to a corner store one summer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was responsible for the death of a turtle. I indirectly crushed it to death. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to have a bladder problem as a child. I wet my bed until I was well into my 11th year of life. But my parents got help for me. One of my worst fears is that I'll relapse, and have an "accident" once I'm married :| &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(NOOOOOOO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read this; consider yourself tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ESPECIALLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ren &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-4936908148602142214?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/4936908148602142214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=4936908148602142214' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4936908148602142214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/4936908148602142214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/02/5-things-that-you-probabaly-dont-know.html' title='5 things that you (probabaly) dont know about me'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-116953021772608693</id><published>2007-01-22T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:55:07.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taqo-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>I can't cope</title><content type='html'>I got 2 teeth extracted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was freaky. I mean, I didnt feel any pain, but it was still really freaky, weird, and kinda sick to me. It made think of some sort of torture.  You how you read about people getting their teeth pulled out as a form of torture? Ofcourse their mouths arent numbed prior to it, though.&lt;br /&gt;But still. I'm psycholigically scarred (a bit) from the whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;I got 4 shots in my gums, then she got out this thing that looked like a wrench, stuck in my mouth, and started forcing my tooth back and forth with it.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt I have been but to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt crying or anything, but I was petrified!&lt;br /&gt;And the Doctor and nurse actually thought that it was funny :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Taqwa mr3oobeh. Hahahahahahaahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea lady. I'M HAVING MY PRECIOUS TEETH RIPPED OUT OF MY MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....I think that I'm getting way too emotional about this.&lt;br /&gt;This is surprisingly very difficult for me to get over O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My teeth were just pulled out of my mouth with some sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrench&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some tea to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;But surprise surprise, I cant have any. I'm not allowed to drink anything hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myuploadsite.com/image/9199.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.myuploadsite.com/image/9199.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth still tastes like blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways...why couldnt I get both of my teeth back? What does she need the other tooth for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want her doing black magic on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-116953021772608693?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/116953021772608693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=116953021772608693' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116953021772608693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116953021772608693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-cope.html' title='I can&apos;t cope'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-116899617925835323</id><published>2007-01-16T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:23:45.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/aXx9vBI8jn0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/aXx9vBI8jn0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanx tyler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-116899617925835323?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/116899617925835323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=116899617925835323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116899617925835323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116899617925835323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/01/ba-ba-da-da-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20382230.post-116889081687006707</id><published>2007-01-15T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:53:11.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limewire Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>and btw....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; limewire, and bearshare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse my french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20382230-116889081687006707?l=taq-o-bell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/feeds/116889081687006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20382230&amp;postID=116889081687006707' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116889081687006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20382230/posts/default/116889081687006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taq-o-bell.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-btw.html' title='and btw....'/><author><name>Taqo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCc8i272F9I/TwfGSulWQyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbjLER5r8rU/s220/tumblr_lx1lxgQLGL1qbmqg2o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
