<?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-2130780916293521267</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:09:53.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's The Way It Goes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-1132109248201991778</id><published>2010-04-11T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:02:03.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks familliar...</title><content type='html'>I think I've made one of these somewhere... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&amp;id=1848"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20100411.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-1132109248201991778?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/1132109248201991778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-looks-familliar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1132109248201991778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1132109248201991778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-looks-familliar.html' title='This looks familliar...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-472075838198232387</id><published>2009-12-17T23:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:09:57.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;New school semester:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6066/38724042xy1.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At the first week:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/9471/46022718qw0.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the second week:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1579/73860124hh9.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before the mid-term test:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="48" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7742/70248010qy8.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;During the mid-term test:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1148/51684533rb1.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the mid-term test:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4443/16593617tz0.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before the final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="60" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/64/58696569yj2.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once know the final exam schedule:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4100/98267951hr5.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="76" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6928/14179412xo6.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/7886/48449407ge9.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="48" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/6201/36556418yj2.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="70" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/4811/15410495gt7.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="90" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/1455/61370226jb0.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2 days before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="60" src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/8502/82556919ec0.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1 day before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="70" src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/2495/12551693jd2.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A night before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="60" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/1089/83771123fm7.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1 hour before final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="48" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8236/97461205gx4.gif" height="48"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;During the final exam:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="72" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/1935/57547119kr6.gif" height="72"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once walk out from the exam hall:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="72" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/4185/29551892mq5.gif" height="72"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the final exam, during the holiday:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width="50" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/4364/35787142dz1.gif" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken from http://shiftcomma3.tumblr.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-472075838198232387?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/472075838198232387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/472075838198232387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/472075838198232387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story Of My Life...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-7718840935703501022</id><published>2009-12-02T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:29:35.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exotic</title><content type='html'>A White man and an Asian woman were in a bar having a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Well, My parents were originally from China and I was also born there but we left when I was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Wow, how exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm not exotic, I'm asian. There are more of us than there are of you so statistically, you're the exotic one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-7718840935703501022?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/7718840935703501022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/12/exotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7718840935703501022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7718840935703501022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/12/exotic.html' title='Exotic'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-6912289172507206940</id><published>2009-08-03T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:43:46.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Party</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a costume party wearing nothing but a pair of blue pants. The host of the party goes up to him and strikes a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: So, what are you supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Me? Well...I'm a premature ejaculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: O...kay. Well, why didn't you wear a shirt or shoes or anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, I just came in my pants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-6912289172507206940?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/6912289172507206940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/08/costume-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/6912289172507206940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/6912289172507206940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/08/costume-party.html' title='Costume Party'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-2705126998615522995</id><published>2009-07-19T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:28:52.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Harry Potter...</title><content type='html'>OMFGit'sMarcus! says:&lt;br /&gt; I'm not strong enough to stay away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - You know my door is always open for you. Please, close it on your way out... says:&lt;br /&gt; stay away from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGit'sMarcus! says:&lt;br /&gt; that which does nothing but irritate me with teh type of recpetion I get&lt;br /&gt; *the **reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - You know my door is always open for you. Please, close it on your way out... says:&lt;br /&gt; she who must not be named?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGit'sMarcus! says:&lt;br /&gt; as much as I hate to say it&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - You know my door is always open for you. Please, close it on your way out... says:&lt;br /&gt; ahh i see&lt;br /&gt; can i call her voldewhore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGit'sMarcus! says:&lt;br /&gt; do whatever you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - You know my door is always open for you. Please, close it on your way out... says:&lt;br /&gt; lol sorry i just watched harry potter today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-2705126998615522995?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/2705126998615522995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2705126998615522995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2705126998615522995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-harry-potter.html' title='Too much Harry Potter...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-4892503108332116866</id><published>2009-07-18T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:39:39.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So, I got a job LOL. I'm helping out at my brother's company, Regen Energy doing a bunch of random stuff. It's good I guess. I get some real workplace experience that I can add to my resume later. The money flow is very welcome even though I only get paid at the end of each month T_T. And then, I have to wake up at 6 every morning which is a total bitch. No more sleeping late for me. The work times are really random. My brother said that I should work 8 hours from the time I started but I end up working 10-12 hours a day, very exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's something to do and as Marcus points out, its EVERYTHING to do since it takes up my whole day. Sighs, there goes my summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-4892503108332116866?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/4892503108332116866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/4892503108332116866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/4892503108332116866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-2594114009941318440</id><published>2009-07-12T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:24:00.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't really posted anything about my summer exploits because well, there hasn't been any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I left for Michigan over the weekend and just now got back. It's quite exhausting to have to travel so much for such a short amount of time but it was necessary. My great-aunt (my dad's aunt) passed away on Tuesday and we wanted to be there for the viewing and funeral. I know that this is a sad moment but I always found it interesting to find out more about where I came from (family-wise I mean). Growing up, I was more exposed to my mom's side of the family more and I didn't really know anyone from my dad's side, except for my grandmother, 1 aunt, and 1 cousin. Knowing that I had a lot more family on that side made me happy but sad because I never really got a chance to get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met family (mostly cousins, aunts, and nephews of my dad's) that seemed to know a lot about me when I was still a baby so naturally I don't have any recollection of them whatsoever. We watched a slideshow detailing my great-aunt's life, where you could see old photographs of when she and her sisters were still young (my grandmother included). I met my great-aunt before and she really was a great person. She gave it her all whenever she did anything (cooking, cleaning, etc) and she did it all with love. It is such a shame that she had to succumb to cancer after a 10-year long battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align = center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Ynclinas Corbo&lt;br /&gt;March 12, 1945 - July 7, 2009  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact: She has the same birthday as her oldest grandchild and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something that my dad's cousin (that would make her my aunt I guess) said was part of a conversation she had with her mom in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are you going, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going anywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-2594114009941318440?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/2594114009941318440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2594114009941318440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2594114009941318440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-7160655413426814167</id><published>2009-07-05T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:12:18.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildlife?</title><content type='html'>Girl: Let's go to the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: The park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, it's perfect for seeing the wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: The homeless people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-7160655413426814167?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/7160655413426814167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/wildlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7160655413426814167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7160655413426814167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/wildlife.html' title='Wildlife?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-8928517993654558347</id><published>2009-07-02T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:36:53.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything?</title><content type='html'>Girl: Professor, I will do anything to pass this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You'll do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Will you...study?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-8928517993654558347?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/8928517993654558347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/8928517993654558347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/8928517993654558347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/anything.html' title='Anything?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-3293411064399049061</id><published>2009-07-01T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:19:57.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation With God...</title><content type='html'>Me: God, how long is a million years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: To me, it's about a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: God, how much is a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: To me, it's about a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: God, may I have a penny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Wait a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-3293411064399049061?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/3293411064399049061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3293411064399049061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3293411064399049061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-with-god.html' title='Conversation With God...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-3561977568254058045</id><published>2009-06-27T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:10:01.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>I'm done, finally...&lt;br /&gt;Another ordeal overcame...&lt;br /&gt;We can put all of this behind us...&lt;br /&gt;No more reason to do anything...&lt;br /&gt;We're done, finally...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to...&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-3561977568254058045?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/3561977568254058045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3561977568254058045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3561977568254058045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-2862835706150751063</id><published>2009-06-16T01:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:23:54.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the burden's too much, you need to know you can always let go of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you always worry about the past it's your loss because you won't be able to enjoy the present...I'll give you a hint, it's cake :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really have cake (and if I did I probably wouldn't share :P) but anyways thats besides the point, sort of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, it happens a lot and there's really nothing you can do about it. You just have to take it, wash yourself off, dry yourself, and then prepare for more shit. This causes a lot of people to lose hope, give up, and sink into despair. But you should always take comfort in the fact that there will always be people there for you, no matter what. People that care about you (family, friends, loved ones, animals...) who will do anything to cheer you up and make you happy again. You just have to be optimistic and keep moving forward and things will eventually work itself out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-2862835706150751063?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/2862835706150751063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-not-hitch-youre-bitch-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2862835706150751063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2862835706150751063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-not-hitch-youre-bitch-p.html' title='When the burden&apos;s too much, you need to know you can always let go of it...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-3784325465693718409</id><published>2009-06-13T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:04:01.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get To Know Yourself Better</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-3784325465693718409?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/3784325465693718409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-yourself-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3784325465693718409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3784325465693718409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get To Know Yourself Better'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-9211611625839774902</id><published>2009-06-07T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:16:27.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u1&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mangexx.googlepages.com/player.swf" menu="true" quality="high" width="250" height="320" name="index" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playList=http://mangexx.googlepages.com/Copyofplaylist.xml&amp;ShowPlaylist=1&amp;ShowEQ=1&amp;firstTrack=0&amp;initVol=100" wmode="transparent" border="0" / &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/u1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing things about this lol &lt;br /&gt;Something about a Streetcar Named Desire scene with a certain dark individual wearing silk? There was some broken glass, calling for the police, (un)necessary touching (rape??) bleeding, and screaming (erotic??) lol&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like someone had a blast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-9211611625839774902?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/9211611625839774902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/9211611625839774902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/9211611625839774902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream_07.html' title='Scream?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-2136564430229683261</id><published>2009-06-06T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:53:04.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Faith?</title><content type='html'>You just can't go on having faith in something just because you want it to exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of growing up means letting go of a lot of things: childish toys, silly little idiosyncrasies, people…It may be hard to admit but moving on requires us to leave the things that we used to cherish behind. Part of becoming an adult requires us to learn from our experiences and use it to become better people as we begin to contribute to society. We can’t keep getting caught up with what happened in the past and hope that things will turn out for the better. They won’t because the world just doesn’t work like that. Sorry to be such a downer but that’s just how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-2136564430229683261?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/2136564430229683261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2136564430229683261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2136564430229683261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-faith.html' title='Have Faith?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-3106879221765507203</id><published>2009-05-31T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:29:57.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the FINAL COUNTDOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tt_ro2aerQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tt_ro2aerQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I could request this for the morning song LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-3106879221765507203?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/3106879221765507203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3106879221765507203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/3106879221765507203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the FINAL COUNTDOWN!'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-462129218956592028</id><published>2009-05-27T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:21:08.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin says the Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>Dustin says:&lt;br /&gt; you know what would be weird, if i get into film but i gotta start on lower films, and had to shoot nudes, kinda like brian in family guy. and one of the models ends up being a friend lol  &lt;br /&gt;- Lester - It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to answer, that was retorical... says:&lt;br /&gt; roflmao&lt;br /&gt; that would be awesome if that happened&lt;br /&gt;Dustin says:&lt;br /&gt; LoL&lt;br /&gt; lol marcus&lt;br /&gt; i dunno&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to answer, that was retorical... says:&lt;br /&gt; rofl wtf&lt;br /&gt;Dustin says:&lt;br /&gt; oh yeah&lt;br /&gt; cuz during aladdin he was takin his pants off&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to answer, that was retorical... says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-462129218956592028?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/462129218956592028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/dustin-says-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/462129218956592028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/462129218956592028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/dustin-says-darndest-things.html' title='Dustin says the Darndest Things!'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-950212542943679613</id><published>2009-05-20T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:56:22.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdraize? ROFLMAO</title><content type='html'>-florence                           units, only msg if important. says:&lt;br /&gt; LMAO&lt;br /&gt; scre whim&lt;br /&gt; he playdraize&lt;br /&gt; i don't&lt;br /&gt; playdrarize*&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - I usually don't sugar coat things because then I end up eating them. says:&lt;br /&gt; ROFL&lt;br /&gt;-florence                           units, only msg if important. says:&lt;br /&gt; he copies from you&lt;br /&gt;- Lester - I usually don't sugar coat things because then I end up eating them. says:&lt;br /&gt; plagiarized&lt;br /&gt;-florence                           units, only msg if important. says:&lt;br /&gt; frigg man&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt; ohh&lt;br /&gt; plagiarized&lt;br /&gt; LMAO&lt;br /&gt; fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-950212542943679613?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/950212542943679613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdraize.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/950212542943679613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/950212542943679613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdraize.html' title='Playdraize? ROFLMAO'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-1489196580312164852</id><published>2009-05-18T01:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:02:58.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update?</title><content type='html'>Okay, once in a while there comes a moment of lucidity where you can think clearly and everything seems to make sense. It's mid-may and all I could think about is what to write in this blog that I hardly write on LOL. I should be concentrating on the units I need to finish but instead I'm here. (damn lol procrastination always creeps up on me during this time) It just dawned on me that after June, exams, and graduation that I'd be done high school, a huge part of the lives of many young people. But why do I seem so uninterested about it? A lot of people would be super-excited/nervous/crying their eyes out that their high school experience is ending but not me. It can't be that I want to stay another year because I really don't -_- I've worked far too hard just to stay for a fifth year and as appealing as that may sound, no thanks. I know that I said that this was a moment of lucidity but all it seemed to do was made things more perplexing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-1489196580312164852?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/1489196580312164852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1489196580312164852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1489196580312164852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-1784102057380742886</id><published>2009-05-09T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:21:08.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERSIZED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vuasJrJ89H8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vuasJrJ89H8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL this was so hilarious that I just had to post it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-1784102057380742886?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/1784102057380742886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/supersized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1784102057380742886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/1784102057380742886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/supersized.html' title='SUPERSIZED!'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-793453317004107693</id><published>2009-05-08T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:36:06.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a volcano? Cause I'm in lava with you XD</title><content type='html'>"It's easy to wait on dinner when you've already had a snack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life will always make you wait. It is almost impossible waiting for dinner without getting hungry from the delicious aroma from the kitchen. It is very tempting to sneak a taste or to grab a snack while you wait. However, there is nothing more satisfactory than patiently waiting for something so delicious and not having your appetite spoiled by mere snacks. It is worth it in the end and you'll be glad you waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit* I just noticed this was completely random because I had just eaten dinner but am surprisingly still hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-793453317004107693?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/793453317004107693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-volcano-cause-im-in-lava-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/793453317004107693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/793453317004107693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-volcano-cause-im-in-lava-with.html' title='Are you a volcano? Cause I&apos;m in lava with you XD'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-5529763776466809494</id><published>2009-05-04T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:33:34.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If the truth means nothing to you, then what am I supposed to do?</title><content type='html'>Redone cause Marcus got worried lol.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought the song was pretty good so I'm posting the link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href ="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNoXM0KzVO8"&gt;Tenth Avenue North - Beyond Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since when did it become all about you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-5529763776466809494?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/5529763776466809494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-truth-means-nothing-to-you-then-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/5529763776466809494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/5529763776466809494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-truth-means-nothing-to-you-then-what.html' title='If the truth means nothing to you, then what am I supposed to do?'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-2741511545271840177</id><published>2009-04-30T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:28:20.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't always have it your way...</title><content type='html'>Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that brick walls are there not to stop us, but for us to prove how badly we want things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-2741511545271840177?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/2741511545271840177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-always-have-it-your-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2741511545271840177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/2741511545271840177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-always-have-it-your-way.html' title='You can&apos;t always have it your way...'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-7394712297321900785</id><published>2009-04-29T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:02:10.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s extremely difficult&lt;br /&gt;when one has too many things&lt;br /&gt;that one treasures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times&lt;br /&gt;if one wants something&lt;br /&gt;It can only be achieved&lt;br /&gt;by sacrificing something else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt;The most importart things is&lt;br /&gt;to have a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-7394712297321900785?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/7394712297321900785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7394712297321900785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/7394712297321900785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130780916293521267.post-6582567518989782573</id><published>2009-04-29T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:46:11.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start!</title><content type='html'>LOLS, finally made one -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm just totally bored but w/e XD&lt;br /&gt;Going to add more soon, definitely...maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2130780916293521267-6582567518989782573?l=fleetingtransience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/feeds/6582567518989782573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/6582567518989782573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2130780916293521267/posts/default/6582567518989782573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleetingtransience.blogspot.com/2009/04/start.html' title='Start!'/><author><name>Lester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791296357719442158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
