<?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-10713836</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:28:48.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Ryan or Phuong. I used to live in Vietnam up until I was 9, and move to the United States and settled in Florida. Why Florida? I haven't had the slightest clue.

I spent most of my time online and on the computer playing with photoshop and engage on online forums. Speaking of forums, which I am a moderator at Creatblog.com. It has everything you need to excel in: Blogger, Xanga, Myspace, and Livejournal. I'm the Blogger Staff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-115687824865619071</id><published>2006-08-29T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:49:02.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/layout/myspace/images/sarah_ava.jpg" align="left" /&gt;I post a new layout using my myspace layout. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my summer courses ended and I have one month of summer before going back. The summer classes are much more faster than the other session. It's more longer, therefore, shorter. Which means you have to study more. I took Western Humanities and Biology. I like Humanites, but hated Bio with a passion. The teacher who teaches Bio is an idiot. All he did was show us pictures and talk the whole time, and he goes on for two and a half hours. I was ready to blow my mind. Long story short, I fail. But I did passed Humanities with a B, since I actually like that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;My summer vacation is going fine. I mostly work. Plus, some of the people at work wanted go on a cruise, and I also wanted to go. It's only three days. The tickets are like $200 something. So I asked my dad, which he said yes to, but my mom said no. She feels that it's a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss, Chi Nguyen gave me $100 dollars to go out, like anywhere. My sister wants to go to Adventure Island, and since I never get to go, I wanted to go to. She brought her friend Vicky. On the way we got so lost. We ended up in some ranch asking for directions, which is not plesant. I hate the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we found the place, and go on many rides. There are some I didn't want to go on because they were to high. I went on Everglides (I think that's what it call), where you go down the slide and skid across (like skipping rocks). I was practically having a heart attack afterward. It was so high and you face down. There were also some rides were just dangerous. I sit in a tube and slide down, but the slide has no top, so I feel like I was gonna fall out. All in all, it was a great day, all except for the sunburn on my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-115687824865619071?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/115687824865619071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=115687824865619071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/115687824865619071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/115687824865619071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-114666532384902975</id><published>2006-05-03T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:20:45.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Icons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/avatar/10.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Here are some of mine icons. I just started making them. There all pretty much random, cause I been looking at tutorials all over livejournal. When I get the hang of it, there will be more uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magick.m3lancholia.net/?x=icons&amp;amp;y=1" target="blank"&gt;Go here to check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-114666532384902975?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114666532384902975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=114666532384902975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114666532384902975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114666532384902975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-icons.html' title='30 Icons'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-114652776983635526</id><published>2006-05-01T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:33:07.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/art/yuna.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/art/yuna.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I don't blog often as I used to. Maybe I been caught up in vectoring that I barely have time for anything else. Like once I start a vector that I'm interested in, I'm not gonna stop. Every chance I get, I start it up again. So I put off everything. Maybe that's why I couldn't find my friend's wedding photo. Anyhoo, that is my latest vector of Yuna from Final Fantasy. I spent the entire afternoon looking for the background. I rushed on her braids. At first I wasn't gonna do them, but it's her thing, so i did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, to site update, I'm making a new layout as I typed. I just have to re-do it. Why? It's too big. I'm gonna try to make it smaller so that you don't have to scroll down a bit to read the contents. Plus, I am thinking of having free layouts for users to use. It's nothing fancy, but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy is great. I put off all my TV shows just to watch it. I'm on season 4, disc 5. I missed so much of my shows, that when I watch it, I don't know what or how it happen. So then I watch Buffy instead. Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add damage to my speeding ticket past christmas, I bumped someone's car on the way to school. That's right. I switched lane, and boom!! He was a jerk, too. He said he would take me to court for a little thing. His car was not new, it was a bit banged up before I got along. Plus, he said he was an attorney, and what a great one he is. He wants $50 from me, to called off the whole thing. I'm like, "that's extortion." So I ended up giving him the money. I'm so mad up to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are next week. Wish me luck. I have take home essay for my American Literture, and a 8.10 exam for my Speech class, and math, too. My government class has no exam, but there will be a test on the previous chapters we learn. I hate all my classes this semester and all the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-114652776983635526?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114652776983635526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=114652776983635526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114652776983635526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114652776983635526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2006/05/sighs.html' title='Sighs'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-114549633910563306</id><published>2006-04-19T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:27:13.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed News</title><content type='html'>Well, my best friend got married. She only a couple years older than me. They got married on the 17th of March I think. My parents are the one who usually go, but they can't because they have to work. So my sister and I went instead. At the wedding, I got to see all my old friends again. It was great. Though, most of them dropped out of high school by juinior year. bI'll scan the wedding photo later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I finally got a cellphone. It's a Motorola V3 Razr. I had it for more than 2 months already. The only reason I got it is because of the buy one, get one free promotion. Otherwise, I wouldn't get it. I want to get the free one for my sister, but when I got there, they told me, that the free one you must activate a new account. Meaning, two new l ines. They can't waived it or transfer. So I pay $150 for it, and the next day, I upgraded my sister's phone for $175.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that month, I bought the entire season of Buffy, a $200 collector set. I totally love Buffy. I chose it over Sex and the City. Knowing that I might get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finnally stip working so much. The couple at work finally came back from Vietnam, and they brought me sandals. I'm so exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://moorepocket.deviantart.com/" target="new"&gt;DA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-114549633910563306?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114549633910563306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=114549633910563306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114549633910563306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/114549633910563306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2006/04/mixed-news.html' title='Mixed News'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-113090323283058425</id><published>2005-11-01T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:47:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped</title><content type='html'>Today when I got to school, and the first step I walk in the classroom. My stupid, racist, Arabian, know-it-all son of a bitch of a teacher of mine said, "Ryan, I'm dropping you from my class. Bye-Bye," in front of an entire class. Those are his exact words. I'm was so shock, I think I froze for a second or two. I really didn't say anything after that. Then I gave him the "Egh, whatever" shrug, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I sat on the waiting room (communal couch and wait till class begins) thinking "What happened?" I have no idea. I mean what am I gonna do? I paid almost two hundred for that class, and the semester is almost over. Two more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could just drop dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-113090323283058425?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113090323283058425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=113090323283058425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/113090323283058425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/113090323283058425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/11/dropped.html' title='Dropped'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-113002666363454800</id><published>2005-10-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:21:22.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>Each night people would site down on their couch, relax, and enjoy their favorite TV shows. Some would like comedy, others choose drama, and some crave the tension of reality. We watch shows that generally describe us, and made us feel great at the end. Some watch comedy because it makes us laugh, and it would make us feel better whether we had a bad day or a great one. We just want to laugh the day away. Drama people want excitement in their lives. They want the dilemma of this or that, a decision that harm one's live or benefit the other's live. Plus, they are the people you could count on to be there for you. Then the reality folks want something that is like everyday life. Not something fabricated just for ratings or so real that it is unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a thing for reality TV. To me, they're not that real, and it's not even a show anymore. It's more like a journey, everyday life puts in front of a camera. I couldn't help but wonder, are reality TV shows just as real as real life, and if so, how real is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see on TV is all rehearsed, scene by scene. The producer tells the cast what to say and what not to say. In fact, the network had filmed all the episodes first before they even release it on air. That gives them time to edit the things they don't want us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to think, if our everyday life is real, then why do people need reality shows? Wouldn't it be easy just to watch our neighbors or friends? Most people would choose the life on TV, because they know how to solve the problem onscreen. If we see a dilemma on the show we like, we know how to react or know what to do; that because we watch it from the beginning. But in real life we don't know what is going to happen. Sometimes it takes us a while to realized what we did could hurt us or the other person. There no rewind button for us to go back and fixed it. It all seems too easy on TV, and then it happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no do-over in real life, but as I say, on TV it all been rehearsed, to show the good and not the bad. Eventhough, real life can be tough, unpredictable, and no script to tell us what to say or do; we just have to take life as it is. No "camera, lights and action," take life head on. And whatever you do or say, you're the star of your own show; and that is the perfect show of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-113002666363454800?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113002666363454800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=113002666363454800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/113002666363454800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/113002666363454800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/10/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-112682184409555265</id><published>2005-09-15T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:23:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separate Ways</title><content type='html'>Wow I have gone through at least 3 layouts in the past two months. For me that's a lot. I havent' had time to submit my "Sorry For Love" layout. My last one was temporary, the banner is from &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/wonderinq_angel"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout will be soon be submit to createblog, and I have three more like this one. I finally got a radio blog, it been around for a long time, but I don't have the space to host it. Plus it's entirely base on HTML and not PHP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-112682184409555265?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112682184409555265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=112682184409555265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112682184409555265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112682184409555265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/09/separate-ways.html' title='Separate Ways'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-112589143322232977</id><published>2005-09-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:17:49.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Image</title><content type='html'>In a person's live, there are certain events that made more wiser than we already are. For example, when we were young, we start out with a clean slate. There are things to learn, words to read, and shoes to walk. We never want anything more from life except sweets, TV, and time with our neighbor. We could get anything we want, one way or another. Mom would try to get us to eat our vegetables or take our vitamins, and we would come up with a win-win deal. Like we would get something if we do a certain thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the teenage year, where we think we are "it," and only the teens matter. We would do anything to look like our peers. Unfortunately, we take it to the extreme. Meaning we have to have it, no matter what. We work to get the clothes everyone is wearing, listen to the latest music, and change our looks to look like one another. It all seems to surreal. At that point, we think that is normal, but little we know it was nothing more than just a fad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, when we get to our mid-teen year, where everyone go in their own directions. Kids starting to do their own things, rather then what everyone is doing. But we start to find the people who have common interests, and pick up on the things they're doing. Then we divide into groups: emo, Goth, cheerleader, thespian, band, and so on. It all seems that we found our family outside our family. I couldn't help but wonder, can we really be ourselves, and if so, how can we stay that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin theorizes that we change accordingly to our surroundings. We must adapt in order to survive, evolution. He even wrote a book on it, and spent a great part of life devoted to find answers. Plus he thinks evolution is how we strive from a single-cell species to the dominant species today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we can't stay ourselves because the world around us is and always changing, but we adapt to the new founding. Then I got to think, I know changes are inevitable, but do we need to change our personality, appearance, or even the way we associate with others, just because something around us we don't like? Like I said with the groups, it tells us who we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-112589143322232977?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112589143322232977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=112589143322232977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112589143322232977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112589143322232977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/09/self-image.html' title='Self-Image'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-112552345805477533</id><published>2005-08-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:23:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>In Florida, there are millions of people, thousands of jobs, and hundred of schools. You think that would satisfied one person's need of a great job and money. We all plan out our lives on a piece of paper, in our minds, and sometimes with our closest friends. It all seems way too easy when you know what you want, but to actually achieve it, that is an another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, we all have certain things that make us get up every morning: family, to support us, friends, who we spend time with, and a job, so we can buy the things we need and/or like. Some would say "you got a great life and you're happy, that's what counts." But to others, you might not hear those things. I couldn't help but wonder, in this day and age, can everyone be happy with the choices you made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're happy, your friends support you, and your family is furious. Like I said with thousands of jobs opportunities, how can they not be happy. There a perfect job out there. We don't know unless we tried and people change their career about three times or maybe more, before they find their niche. So it's not like your choices are a mistake, if so, you'll learn. Then I got to think, are there any wrong choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices we made affect all the people around us and yourself. Maybe not in a catastrophic way, but slightly. But then again, we're humans, and us humans make mistakes. And if you want happiness, you just got to try to find it. Your friends and family may not be happy and supportive, but eventually they'll support you, and that's what counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-112552345805477533?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112552345805477533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=112552345805477533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112552345805477533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/112552345805477533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/08/way-i-am.html' title='The Way I Am'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111794304748115982</id><published>2005-06-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T05:58:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: "Break Me, Shake Me" by Savage Garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Summer has started, and now I'm working full time from 9-8, but sometimes I don't get home till 9. People come in about closing time, so we have to start on them. In case you were wondering what or where I work, I am a nail specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, it's about 9:30 and I go to bed around 11 and I have to do the same everyday. Wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my dad is giving me driving practice each morning before work, so I have to wake up even more early. God, I want to take a day off, but I hesitate to ask, because I come in late everyday cause of my driving. But I asked and they said it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad delete the computer's files, so I lost everything, all my vectors, psd files, others web layout that was on the computer. I have to start out from scratch. &lt;b&gt;I hate it so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for college classes. My parents want me to major in Radiology (dead end job to me, you don't move up or go anywhere), and I want to do web design. So I decided to take both class, only because I like web design. I scheduled an orientation which explains everything you need to know and then pick your courses. &lt;u&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/u&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/10713836-111794304748115982?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111794304748115982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111794304748115982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111794304748115982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111794304748115982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111660525470822705</id><published>2005-05-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:07:56.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Fly With Me</title><content type='html'>Now Playing: "Come Fly With Me" by Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout in such a long time. This layout is featuring Ayumi Hamasaki. This is the first layout I use a vector. I hate this vector, it's so bad (to me it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are to put the content on the right and the navigations on the left, but the left side has to be longer than the right, in order to keep its balance. So I have no choice to swicth sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got hosted to blogged. But I still use blogger, I don't know why. Go &lt;a href="http://magick.m3lancholia.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111660525470822705?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111660525470822705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111660525470822705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111660525470822705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111660525470822705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-fly-with-me.html' title='Come Fly With Me'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111573300871133628</id><published>2005-05-10T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:38:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions That Need Answering</title><content type='html'>In life we always have questions that hanging over our head. When we were young, questions are much simpler, like when you were 6 or 7: Can I get this? How about a cookie? And why do I have to eat this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, the questions emerge into something much more complicated. Then we ask ourselves and others were asking us. What am I doing? Where is this going? And can this really last? Questions like these are what make you wonder and searching for answer, but where? Where do we find answer to these unanswered questions? Call me crazy but aren't questions supposed to have answers.&lt;b&gt; I couldn't help but wonder, what if some questions are just unanswerable, and can that really happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over my past year, there are things I wish people had tell me about, and questions I sure like to ask. As I writing this, questions begin to come to my mind that weren't there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border:1px solid #000000; padding:5px; width:80%;"&gt;- Why didn't I apply to college early?&lt;br /&gt;- What do I want to major in?&lt;br /&gt;- Why did I slack off?&lt;br /&gt;- Is it too late for me to try?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like most people would answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border:1px solid #000000; padding:5px; width:80%;"&gt;- Why didn't you, what stop you?&lt;br /&gt;- What would you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know, maybe it's just you.&lt;br /&gt;- It all depends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Out of the four questions I have asked, two have given an answer, and two were answer with a question. Then I really wonder, are questions supposed to be answer back with another questions? Who can give us a straight answer? Don't you just wish someone would point you down the right path or at least a straight one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even adults have these problems and we think they have all the answer to everything in the world. It doesn't seem like they have the problem but they hide it so well, that we think nothing is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time go on, we forget why we even have these questions in our mind. I guess life goes on and we should to, we shouldn't be bothering by questions that put roadblocks in our life. We cannot put our lives on hold for these unanswerable questions. But then again something are better if we don't know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111573300871133628?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111573300871133628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111573300871133628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111573300871133628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111573300871133628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/questions-that-need-answering.html' title='Questions That Need Answering'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111500482079485411</id><published>2005-05-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:36:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now Playing&lt;/strong&gt;: "My Heart Beat Like A Drum" by ATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay a new layout, this one is featuring Ayashi No Ceres, image courtesty of &lt;a href="http://aethereality.net"&gt;Aethereality.net&lt;/a&gt;. I previous used this one at my &lt;a href="http://ryan.ephemerality.net"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt;. I like using my layouts for different sites, I haven't done that to xanga yet. Xanga codes are very different, so I'm not taking my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my previous skin to createblog, and now I wait for them to accept. I applied for "Official Designer" position, which means that I can post any skins or scripts I want without the moderators approved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I didn't mention this but I got hosted. I using that site for my blogging site. It's a way for my to practice HTML and PHP. I use Greymatter (blogging tool), it made up of CGI, which I never use before. So check it out &lt;a href="http://magick.m3lancholia.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111500482079485411?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111500482079485411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111500482079485411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111500482079485411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111500482079485411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111394222782340843</id><published>2005-04-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:38:16.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm in second period right now with my sister. Eventhough that's not my class. This morning I went to the doctor to take a x-ray of my back. When I got there I feel so helpless, with all the elders there and I feel really old and everything. They ask me to changed into one of those hospital gown, then it was clear, I am helpless. I couldn't help but wonder what is it about those gown that makes you feel strange inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the x-rays, I asked my dad to if I can go to Starbucks and get a cup of frappuchino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am presenting my senior project. I hope I do well. Sunday I went to Ross, and did a last minute shopping for dress attire. You would think I have those clothes, but I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111394222782340843?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111394222782340843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111394222782340843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111394222782340843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111394222782340843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111282481035378650</id><published>2005-04-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:01:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge is Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Now Playing&lt;/u&gt;: "Until" by ATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Createblog has accept my Ayumi blog layout, get it &lt;a href="http://www.createblog.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=70170" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my new layout, it features X 1999 from &lt;u&gt;aethereality.net&lt;/u&gt;, I know I get some of my images from there, because it has nice graphics. It took me two days to get everything completed. It's small because I want to experience something new. Maybe I'll go back to table or div.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is here, which mean that I experienced "April Fool Day," which is like the worst of the worst. Everyone is so stupid on April 1st. Then out of nowhere, daylight saving time pushes one hour ahead. I lost one hour of sleep, so do everyone in America, but I get it back when it ends, so why do the clocks need to move forward and backward? What the point really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111282481035378650?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111282481035378650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111282481035378650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111282481035378650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111282481035378650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/revenge-is-sweet.html' title='Revenge is Sweet'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111232689082042429</id><published>2005-03-31T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:33:51.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Gotta Do With It?</title><content type='html'>"I love this," what does that really mean? We know when we use the word "love," it expresses a strong affection toward one thing or people. So how can you love "this?" Is it mean that you can live with out it, or you just have to have it to satisfy your needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it really it just to satisfy your needs. Like the time I have to buy that sweater from the mall, because I love that color and the style of it, but when I got the chance to wear it. It really did satisfy me, but after a while the affection has lost its charmed. But the weird this is, it really satisfied me. So affections towards objects are really just satisfactions, but what about people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned early, "love" is just an affection toward something. How do we keep the lust between one another? Well, Shakespeare discribed love as two people go against their family advice and enter the rivalry between the two family, and I guess that how they last, by that family's lust. But in the end there was no happy ending. Even in movies there are no happy endings. Look at Mandy Moore in "A Walk To Remember," she died. But her father says she did found her miracle, it was Shane West. Even in life there are no happy ending. Look at Spencer Brown and Marissa Satinoff. Marissa is a year older than Spencer, and when she gone off to college, that was the end of those two. Everyone thought they would still be together when she in college. But they break it off when Spencer is a senior. &lt;strong&gt;Since when do we call it quits, and how do we keep a relationship last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111232689082042429?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111232689082042429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111232689082042429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111232689082042429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111232689082042429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-love-gotta-do-with-it.html' title='What Love Gotta Do With It?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-111141613001755105</id><published>2005-03-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:26:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's finnaly here, in the end of March instead of in April. That just mean that my senior year will be coming to an end, that is scary. I have to go out in the real world. Not sure if I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my dad suppose to take me out driving, but he has to fix the pump in our yard. It connects to the sprinkler. I could have gone to work, but i like the day off from now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-111141613001755105?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111141613001755105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=111141613001755105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111141613001755105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/111141613001755105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-110997206437809783</id><published>2005-03-04T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:25:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout featuring Ayumi Hamasaki</title><content type='html'>Ok this is my second skin, it's Ayumi Hamasaki, like the avatar, that's from &lt;a href="http://aethereality.net" target="blank"&gt;aethereality.net&lt;/a&gt;. This layout took me forever to get it straight, and since my computer is weird I can't see if the scrollbars are transparent or not. Suck for me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCAT is back up again next week. They separate it for two weeks, but this time it's for the junior. So this past week I been having all six classes, which means I have to do my homeworks a lot more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys like this skin, I will make it public just as soon as I fix all the kinks, and submit it to &lt;a href="http://createblog.com"&gt;createblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-110997206437809783?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110997206437809783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=110997206437809783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110997206437809783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110997206437809783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-layout-featuring-ayumi-hamasaki.html' title='New Layout featuring Ayumi Hamasaki'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-110969193911914943</id><published>2005-03-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:07:02.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCAT week</title><content type='html'>Argh, God! It's &lt;strong&gt;FCAT week&lt;/strong&gt;. For those who don't know what FCAT is, it is a Florida Comprehension Assesment Test. It's meant for 10th grader. My teacher says that Jeb Bush said "it only affects the Sophomores," but it affects everyone. Like the entire school has nothing to do because all the teachers are proctoring the test, and it lasts for five days. OMG, what I'm I gonna do till then. I was thinking of making another blogger skin, but my photoshop is being retard, it won't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm staying home in the morning and go to school in the afternoon, hopefully I have a ride to school. With all this downtime, I am updating my xanga, portfolio, and my site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-110969193911914943?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110969193911914943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=110969193911914943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110969193911914943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110969193911914943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/fcat-week.html' title='FCAT week'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-110895446783766043</id><published>2005-02-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:17:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Valentine's/Jocker</title><content type='html'>Happy [&lt;strong&gt;Late&lt;/strong&gt;] Valentine's Day, sorry if I didn't make you guys a banner. It just slip my mind. You guys probably thinking how could that slip my mind, TV, magazine, and everything in between has adverstise Valentine and how could I miss it. Well I did. So sue me. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was so &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;, I couldn't even move, talk, and/or breathe. I went to school on Friday, but half way through, I call home and have my dad come pick me up. I didn't even go to work the next day. I made some buttons for you blogger. I decide to do them because I was bored. There a green one to go with this layout. It's the second last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I found myself some jocker over the past few weeks, don't worry it's xanga layouts. I don't know if any has taken my "Reaching For Help" yet. If you see it tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=forever_in_sorrow" target="_new"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; took my "Sweet Memories" layout, which was my previous layout. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=forever_in_sorrow" target="_new"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; replace all the "friends" list which is subscriptions people, and leave the rest alone: My buttons, playist, blogrings, calender, my links, and such. And I'm not sure why I can't post a comment at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=forever_in_sorrow" target="_new"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; site. It just says my link, and not &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=forever_in_sorrow" target="_new"&gt;hers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, another &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ahvat" target="_new"&gt;jocker&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ahvat" target="_new"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; stole my "Sweet Memories" layout, and change the banner to the "eagle" sign. What a freaking loser. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ahvat" target="_new"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; didn't have the decentcy to take of my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, It's &lt;a onclick="javascript:pop('1075'); return false;" href="http://xanga.com/dreamz_xp" target="_new"&gt;dreamz_xp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/dreamz_xp" target="_new"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; stole my current layout, eventhough I had encode it to prevent stealing. Which is why I don't know why &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/dreamz_xp" target="_new"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; did. It says my name in the link and the credits. Screw &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/dreamz_xp" target="_new"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;. I leave her a nasty comment. Plus I have her &lt;a href="http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=24.29.128.185" target="_new"&gt;IP number.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream_xp said "I have no life," but how could that be? I didn't steal an entire encrypted layout. On her site all she did was talk trash, but I know she took it. So no matter what she says, she did it first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-110895446783766043?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110895446783766043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=110895446783766043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110895446783766043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110895446783766043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/late-valentinesjocker.html' title='Late Valentine&apos;s/Jocker'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10713836.post-110814640939337886</id><published>2005-02-11T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:56:28.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for help</title><content type='html'>Ok this is my new layout. It took me all day to do this, but I'm satisfy with this cause this is so new to me. The whole xml coding. I never code things in xml, just html or a little php include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day of Lunar New Year. My family is having a party tomorrow night. It's gonna be wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's senior skip day too. I didn't go anywhere, I want to go to the state fair in Tampa, but I have no ride or know where it is. I just stay home and prepare for the party, and catch up on my soaps. Eventhough I wanted to sleep in, I can't. I don't know if whether it's my routine time that I wake up to go to school or what. I seem like I can't sleep in on weekdays, only sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10713836-110814640939337886?l=moorepocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110814640939337886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10713836&amp;postID=110814640939337886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110814640939337886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10713836/posts/default/110814640939337886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorepocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/reaching-for-help.html' title='Reaching for help'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261447651131636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://moorepocket.cbstaff.com/rush/j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
