<?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-7854732054630228831</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:22:16.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Leenna</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh285/bruceleenna/Silhouette-1.jpg?t=1261029246"&gt;

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I'm all over the place......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3864891153860846172</id><published>2011-05-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:28:33.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt; How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family):&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've seen plenty of naked people and seriously who the hell keeps track of that?!? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family):&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Someone might have sneaked a peak or so while I was streaking in the middle of the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH! Yes. Only if a man has a nice package or a disgusting moose knuckle thing going on. It's really distracting. I'd feel bad if I mention to the person, they should pick it out or wear something less snugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Have you "done it"? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm a 24 year old virgin! (totally sarcastic by the way)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love men with nice arms! *Drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I stay away from whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?&lt;/font&gt; Yes. Because it's the smart thing to do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3864891153860846172?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3864891153860846172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2011/05/lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3864891153860846172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3864891153860846172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2011/05/lust.html' title='&lt;font color=red&gt;Lust&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3391457123482215412</id><published>2010-12-21T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:43:43.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=yellow&gt; GLUTTONY &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Top self Whiskey or a nice glass of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I prefer dark meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt; What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 40oz before the bar. At the bar 5 more drinks usually whiskey on the rocks and more beer. I dunno how I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Have you ever used a professional diet company?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Umm.....no cause I don't need to diet, I'm not a fat ass. Plus, you eat to live. Not live to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Do you have an issue with your weight?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No I maintain my weight very well. It's just the workout routine I can never stick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd say I prefer salty food. I'm not a fan of sweets and I hate spicy food, even though my culture is well known to eat very spicy things. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought "lunch"?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No. What the hell?!? I'm not that Asian! I would never look at my dog and cat and think stir fry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3391457123482215412?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3391457123482215412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/12/gluttony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3391457123482215412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3391457123482215412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/12/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-8841347990352131080</id><published>2010-10-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:24:23.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;SLOTH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, it would probably to clean and to workout, but I kinda hate doing both of those. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; What is the latest you've ever woken up? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hah. If I'm not hung over probably 10am. But then I stay up really late so whatever I get my 6 hours or so of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Admissions Advisor for Federico Beauty Institute. He's contacted me a couple of times and has missed me every time. I think it's a good idea to contact him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; What is the last lame excuse you made? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um.....I didn't want to talk on the phone anymore. So my excuse was, "Hey I gotta go take a crap. Call you later? Cool. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? &lt;/font&gt; Never have. It's freaking long and it never ends! They say the same shit over and over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; When was the last time you got in a good workout? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It would be probably 2 or 3 months ago. I picked up on running again and that only lasted for two weeks and I gave up. Other than that I go out for long walks and ride my bike around sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't have one. I don't need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-8841347990352131080?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/8841347990352131080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/10/sloth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8841347990352131080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8841347990352131080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/10/sloth.html' title='SLOTH'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-4154388407102331139</id><published>2010-08-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:30:34.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'> WRATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;*Who did you last get angry with?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in particular. Just idiot customers who have nothing better to do than to call and chew people out on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*What is your weapon of choice?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much anything with a sharp blade or a bunt heavy object. So I can beat the living crap out of someone or slice them up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hesitate if they inflicted harm on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*How about of the same sex?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely wouldn't hesitate especially when that person deserves it, which they usually do because a majority of females are fucking dumb as shit and are unaware of things they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can think that far back....I'm very aware of my actions and I try my best not to offend people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*What is your pet peeve?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say......stupid/ignorant, rude, selfish, self absorbed, inconsiderate people. Oh and parasitic people and snakes (by snake I mean people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really hold grudges it a waste of my energy. I learn to forgive people within time, but it doesn't mean that I forget easily. I will always be aware that a similar situation with that person will possibly happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-4154388407102331139?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/4154388407102331139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/08/wrath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4154388407102331139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4154388407102331139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/08/wrath.html' title='&lt;font color=red&gt; WRATH&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-7629240775975288780</id><published>2010-08-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:19:51.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partner in Crime Missing</title><content type='html'>I've never actually spent time away from my boyfriend, we practically do everything together. He's like my partner in crime. Now that he is away on his camping trip, it feels a bit lonely and I start to miss him. Who am I going to come home to now and talk about how my day went? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is having fun though and I can't wait til he is back from his trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-7629240775975288780?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/7629240775975288780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/08/partner-in-crime-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7629240775975288780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7629240775975288780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/08/partner-in-crime-missing.html' title='Partner in Crime Missing'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-8127634429099921263</id><published>2010-06-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:54:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu88H2u0SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gtubfS3CpkM/s1600/692c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu88H2u0SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gtubfS3CpkM/s320/692c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488688311967863074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death waits for no one. It doesn't matter how young or how old. Death does not discriminate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear death for it is a part of life. But, I can help to feel pain when death carries away the life of my friends because I know I will never see them again. I'll will only have memories of them in my heart......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-8127634429099921263?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/8127634429099921263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8127634429099921263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8127634429099921263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu88H2u0SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gtubfS3CpkM/s72-c/692c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-7081114031464080919</id><published>2010-06-26T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:44:55.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Emersom Torrente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu6vN4fC1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/J8yv5qOIxbE/s1600/emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu6vN4fC1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/J8yv5qOIxbE/s320/emerson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488685891224275794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCaY10HqKoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/alPMOEs8s8k/s1600/18023518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCaY10HqKoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/alPMOEs8s8k/s320/18023518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487241246288784002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Emerson Torrente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great knowing you, you've touched the hearts of so many people. You will be missed dearly and your friends will never forget you. May your soul be at peace for it has many journeys awaiting. I hope I meet you again in another life time. Farewell my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-7081114031464080919?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/7081114031464080919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7081114031464080919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7081114031464080919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P. Emersom Torrente'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TCu6vN4fC1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/J8yv5qOIxbE/s72-c/emerson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5530488223175076409</id><published>2010-06-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:45:14.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TBhyftRztWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RALxtooIV28/s1600/giggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TBhyftRztWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RALxtooIV28/s320/giggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483258435379377506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I laugh and smile too much and that it's contagious. I'm glad to hear that. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5530488223175076409?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5530488223175076409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/contagious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5530488223175076409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5530488223175076409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/contagious.html' title='Contagious'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/TBhyftRztWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RALxtooIV28/s72-c/giggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-4214602249462248929</id><published>2010-06-02T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:56:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations About Cable</title><content type='html'>Instructor Dan: "Leenna! If a cable box is warm what can you find in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What? I don't really get the question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Dan: "If the cable box is warm what kind of living thing can you find in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dust? I dunno bugs maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Dan: "Yes, what kind of bugs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dunno, those silver bugs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Dan: "Close. Roaches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: "Ewwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable boxes are recycled, so when a customer cancels cable service they have to return their boxes. Those boxes then gets passed on to the next customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl in class: "Ewww! What if there are roaches in my box?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Guy sitting next to me: "Thats what she said!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Burst into laughter!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-4214602249462248929?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/4214602249462248929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-about-cable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4214602249462248929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4214602249462248929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-about-cable.html' title='Conversations About Cable'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2892779179373274684</id><published>2010-05-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:00:51.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's friendship to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S-iuBHsMSDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8b5MHZYiL4o/s1600/Buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S-iuBHsMSDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8b5MHZYiL4o/s320/Buddies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469813081708972082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose friendships very wisely and very few make it as my friends. So, my close friends should consider themselves lucky because it took years to win my heart and I'd do everything in my power to protect them. I only make friends with those who are genuinely kind hearted and good natured. I'm well aware anyone is capable of being fake and I try my best to stray away from people like that. I can not stand people who can't be true to themselves and have to go out of their way to be fake, it's disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to make friends with someone I can benefit off of. Things just don't work that way in my book to be honest. I'm not shallow or materialistic enough to care for things of that nature. My heart is too big for me to use a friend for my own selfish reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2892779179373274684?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2892779179373274684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-friendship-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2892779179373274684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2892779179373274684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-friendship-to-you.html' title='What&apos;s friendship to you?'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S-iuBHsMSDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8b5MHZYiL4o/s72-c/Buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1840430368666897272</id><published>2010-04-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:54:44.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S9fbkgc5ouI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f2MiKCASAtA/s1600/Blinded_By_Love_by_BruceLeenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S9fbkgc5ouI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f2MiKCASAtA/s320/Blinded_By_Love_by_BruceLeenna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465078093070312162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have betrayed me in the past I've learn to forgive, but not forget. I can not trust these individuals ever again, since I know in the back of my mind that they are capable of betraying me again. Especially when the individual happens to be somewhat a close friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1840430368666897272?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1840430368666897272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/04/betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1840430368666897272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1840430368666897272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/04/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S9fbkgc5ouI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f2MiKCASAtA/s72-c/Blinded_By_Love_by_BruceLeenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5458848632856804716</id><published>2010-04-08T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:53:19.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Pianists</title><content type='html'>I think ex Dimmu Borgir keyboardist Mustis is so handsome and seeing him play is even hotter! If I were sitting next to him I'd just melt! EHEHEHEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4s88vxHjWrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/4s88vxHjWrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5458848632856804716?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5458848632856804716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-pianists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5458848632856804716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5458848632856804716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-pianists.html' title='I love Pianists'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1991073283453774907</id><published>2010-03-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:17:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Knowing....</title><content type='html'>Pathological Liar:  An individual who habitually tells lies so exaggerated or bizarre that they are suggestive of mental disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They "construct" a reality around themselves. They don't value the truth, especially if they don't see it as hurting anyone. If you call them on a lie and they are backed into a corner, they will act very defensively and say ugly things (most likely but depends on personality), but they may eventually start to act like, "Well, what's the difference? You're making a big deal out of nothing!" (again, to refocus the conversation to your wrongdoing instead of theirs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these people don't value honesty, a lot of times they will not value loyalty. So watch what you tell them. They will not only tell others, but they will embellish to make you look worse. Their loyalty is fleeting, and because they are insecure people, they will find solace in confiding to whomever is in their favor at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know someone who lies constantly about stupid things, it makes me wonder how long they can keep it up. It's pathetic and no wonder people like these lose friends or don't have friends at all. My advice, seek help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1991073283453774907?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1991073283453774907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1991073283453774907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1991073283453774907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-knowing.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Knowing....'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5847136869095537362</id><published>2010-03-04T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:05:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing? I think not.</title><content type='html'>I think it's insulting when a guy friend calls your boyfriend a boy toy. There is obviously a huge difference between the two and to me I see that as dissing my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so not cool at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5847136869095537362?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5847136869095537362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/confusing-i-think-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5847136869095537362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5847136869095537362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/confusing-i-think-not.html' title='Confusing? I think not.'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1559127389345302702</id><published>2010-03-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:25:57.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event Invites</title><content type='html'>People really shouldn't expect others to show up for their events when they never show up for other people's events because of stupid excuses or simply they decide to bail out. It should be expected that those people you invited to your events won't show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people pull the whole "I invited you to my event, but you didn't come. So I figured you didn't show up for mine because I didn't show up for yours." Really???? It's fucking annoying. Don't expect me to show up for your shit when you're not a good friend to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1559127389345302702?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1559127389345302702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/event-invites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1559127389345302702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1559127389345302702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/03/event-invites.html' title='Event Invites'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-96237225339186898</id><published>2010-02-09T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:32:51.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue Fever</title><content type='html'>I never knew of this band until I went to to Treasure Island Music Festival in 2007. I was checking out some merchandise at a booth and all of a sudden music started playing on the main stage. The opening act started playing and it gave me this nostalgic feeling, my childhood started flashing before my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my sister and said "hey this music sounds really familiar!" As the singer started singing I realized they were a Cambodian band! So my sister and I automatically ran to the stage and watched the band perform. It was pretty cool! They played a bunch of Cambodian Classic Rock covers by Pan Ron and Ros Srey Sothea. I instantly fell in love with the band and ended up finding their music. I've been listening to them since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this cover they did by Joni Michell. It's just a great cover and it's not very easy translating English into Khmer, so I was impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsfIkk1CjTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/BsfIkk1CjTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-96237225339186898?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/96237225339186898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/02/dengue-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/96237225339186898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/96237225339186898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/02/dengue-fever.html' title='Dengue Fever'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-8709979206320727535</id><published>2010-01-15T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:58:11.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Cameras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1DWc3CeTdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jwwsG0mKP8w/s1600-h/mercuryII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1DWc3CeTdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jwwsG0mKP8w/s320/mercuryII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427073342280453586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1DWjywj3gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4AfrzbrSihk/s1600-h/leicaIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1DWjywj3gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4AfrzbrSihk/s320/leicaIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427073461390663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to start a collection of vintage cameras, but unfortunately I am too broke to do that. I can always start my collection slowly though. I would love to own a Mercury II and a Leica III someday and soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-8709979206320727535?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/8709979206320727535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/vintage-cameras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8709979206320727535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/8709979206320727535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/vintage-cameras.html' title='Vintage Cameras'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1DWc3CeTdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jwwsG0mKP8w/s72-c/mercuryII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1526978135205885103</id><published>2010-01-15T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:27:54.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Metal Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1A1AQWWi-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/37ON7DF8P-k/s1600-h/blackknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1A1AQWWi-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/37ON7DF8P-k/s320/blackknight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426895829486439394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1526978135205885103?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1526978135205885103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-metal-knight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1526978135205885103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1526978135205885103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-metal-knight.html' title='Black Metal Knight'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S1A1AQWWi-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/37ON7DF8P-k/s72-c/blackknight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-6527474586176849661</id><published>2010-01-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:30:06.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>There are times when I wish I didn't have friends. Don't get me wrong I love my friends, sometimes it's just too much. I'm disgusted by the way some of them think at times and you know what? I just have to deal with it and accept them for who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's human nature in general that disgusts me. The more and more I think about it the more it causes me to hate. It's unhealthy to think so negatively and I need to find an outlet for all this pent up anger. I need a good reason why I should like or be kind to others because honestly most people do not deserve my kindness. Hell most people don't even deserve to walk this earth with me. Everywhere I look I'm disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break from people who trigger my negative energy or else I will lose my god damn mind. I'll end up killing them or killing myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-6527474586176849661?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/6527474586176849661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/human-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6527474586176849661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6527474586176849661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-6045324075485306627</id><published>2010-01-10T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:17:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>I think I really need to start putting my skills to use. I know I have an eye for photography and I've been putting school off for so many years. I think now is a good time to start going, I'm not getting any younger. I just need to take care of my major financial problems first before I can spend money on schooling. Also I need to find a good photography school that actually has film photography courses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to start going to school soon before I'm 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-6045324075485306627?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/6045324075485306627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6045324075485306627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6045324075485306627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2601645987012669535</id><published>2010-01-09T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:59:24.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Mood For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0jBsgB7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jaZEPm8OBR0/s1600-h/moodlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0jBsgB7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jaZEPm8OBR0/s320/moodlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798721424198514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow Mo-Wan is a newspaper editor who moves into a new building with his wife. At approximately the same time, Su Li-zhen, a beautiful secretary and her executive husband also move into the crowded building. With their spouses often away, Chow and Li-zhen spend most of their time together as friends. They have everything in common from noodle shops to martial arts. Soon, they are shocked to discover that their spouses are having an affair. Hurt and angry, they find comfort in their growing friendship even as they resolve not to be like their unfaithful mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched this movie instantly on Netflix and it's a great movie. It's a bit heartbreaking, but I noticed Su Li-zhen's collection of dresses. I got to say she has a lovely collection of Mandarin dresses that I would love to own myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2601645987012669535?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2601645987012669535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mood-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2601645987012669535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2601645987012669535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In The Mood For Love'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0jBsgB7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jaZEPm8OBR0/s72-c/moodlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3929886686087954825</id><published>2010-01-08T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:35:39.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0cGrz5WBII/AAAAAAAAAH8/65k6SSX-wrs/s1600-h/elling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0cGrz5WBII/AAAAAAAAAH8/65k6SSX-wrs/s320/elling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424311625925919874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie deals with the main character, Elling, a man in his 40s who struggles to function normally in society. He suffers from anxiety, dizziness, and neurotic tendencies, preventing him from living on his own. He has lived with his mother his entire life. When his mother dies, the authorities force him from the apartment where he has always lived and sends him to an institution. His roommate is a simpleminded, sex-obsessed, Kjell Bjarne. The Norwegian government pays for the two to move into an apartment in Oslo, where every day is a challenge as they must prove they can get out into the real world and lead relatively normal lives. With the help of social worker Frank and a few new friends, they learn to break free from their respective conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the movie was sweet and funny! It almost makes me want to pack up my things, move to a different country to start my life from scratch, meet new people, learn a new language, and face some of my fears. This movie has officially become one of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3929886686087954825?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3929886686087954825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/elling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3929886686087954825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3929886686087954825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/elling.html' title='Elling'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0cGrz5WBII/AAAAAAAAAH8/65k6SSX-wrs/s72-c/elling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-880735141403500232</id><published>2010-01-06T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:05:34.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie en Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0R2K54R1iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UK0tBgRsMtQ/s1600-h/la+vie+en+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0R2K54R1iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UK0tBgRsMtQ/s320/la+vie+en+rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423589780968560162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Vie en Rose was a really great movie. It's a biopic of one of the greatest and my favorite singer, Edith Piaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie nearly brought me to tears, it captured her life so well. She led such a tragic life and it's a shame a talented singer like her had a short lived career and life. But, her raw, powerful and emotional voice still lives on til this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YkLq6J_6cA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/0YkLq6J_6cA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;No, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;No, we will have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;As you leave, I can say&lt;br /&gt;Love was king, but for only a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;No, let there be no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Why explain? Why delay?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away, simply call it a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleading moments we knew&lt;br /&gt;I will set them apart&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every sign&lt;br /&gt;Will be burned in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no tears will be shed&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Let it always be said&lt;br /&gt;We attempted what came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;No, we will have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;As you leave, I can say&lt;br /&gt;Love was king, but for only a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even though love has gone&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Shrug and sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-880735141403500232?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/880735141403500232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-vie-en-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/880735141403500232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/880735141403500232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La Vie en Rose'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0R2K54R1iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UK0tBgRsMtQ/s72-c/la+vie+en+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3279843959502556066</id><published>2010-01-05T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:34:54.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>Humanity disgusts me! If humans were more self-aware, aware of their surroundings, actions towards things and other humans and if they weren't so greedy, selfish, materialistic, and hypocritical. Then the world would be a bit more decent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of humans are just walking idiots! They're so oblivious to things. I would love to annihilate all of these idiots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0OYj4zG9II/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Jec1E73xuw/s1600-h/killingfields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0OYj4zG9II/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Jec1E73xuw/s320/killingfields.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346118593803394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3279843959502556066?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3279843959502556066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3279843959502556066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3279843959502556066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0OYj4zG9II/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Jec1E73xuw/s72-c/killingfields.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-4516421620697634625</id><published>2010-01-03T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:03:52.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazis</title><content type='html'>It still amuses me til this day that closed minded, racist people still exist in California. Come on, California is the most diverse place anyone can think of. The reason I bring this up is because of what I've witnessed while taking the train to San Francisco on New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon looking out the window I noticed a lit up house with a group of people dressed in military like clothing in a garage. In that garage there was a huge lit up confederate flag hanging in the garage window. I'm thinking what the fuck? But, then again these people lived out in the middle of nowhere in a little hick town called Dixon. In a way I had a sort of understanding, they've probably never been exposed to much. They pretty much belong where they are, hidden in little small towns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-4516421620697634625?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/4516421620697634625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/nazis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4516421620697634625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4516421620697634625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/nazis.html' title='Nazis'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-6072009793454027441</id><published>2010-01-03T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:52:45.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>It's has only been three days into the New Year and my New Year's resolution is to fuck bitches and get money! AHAHAHAH! I'm totally kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets get serious though. I'm 23 and I'm not getting any younger either, I need to start getting my shit together and taking care of myself. I've decided that I should quit my job and also stop smoking for a while until I can find a good job that will offer me benefits since honestly think I have several health problems. I also want to go to school this year since I feel like an uneducated dumbass sometimes. My brain need some major exercise. I will also workout more and do more active things to whip my body back into shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to shape up for some new changes. I want to get down to business since I felt like I've wasted my life for over 3 years, it's no time for excuses. I'm getting closer to my 30s and it's depressing to know that I haven't accomplished anything in my life yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-6072009793454027441?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/6072009793454027441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6072009793454027441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/6072009793454027441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2773192781666301548</id><published>2010-01-03T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:03:41.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Metal</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've listened to Black Metal and now since I decided to update my ipod it's all I've been listening to. Anyways here are some albums that I like and would recommend to fellow Metalheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aura Noir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BwPGSXlZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fy_c9lBqp9Q/s1600-h/Aura%2BNoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BwPGSXlZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fy_c9lBqp9Q/s320/Aura%2BNoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422457356042081682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0Bw_hg1S3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/N1qiP6aQEtU/s1600-h/ANDreamsLikeDeserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0Bw_hg1S3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/N1qiP6aQEtU/s320/ANDreamsLikeDeserts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422458187984227186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BxljxMdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UOecRt3LxOE/s1600-h/auranoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BxljxMdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UOecRt3LxOE/s320/auranoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422458841424754098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkthrone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BzVUmIRiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8gHHBZ6tXcY/s1600-h/Darkthrone_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BzVUmIRiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8gHHBZ6tXcY/s320/Darkthrone_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422460761497159202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0Bz87ZQ2tI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PoCDdhqJBE4/s1600-h/ablaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0Bz87ZQ2tI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PoCDdhqJBE4/s320/ablaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422461441927076562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B1ERX4w_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/uuux1_sk_E8/s1600-h/TransilvanianHunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B1ERX4w_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/uuux1_sk_E8/s320/TransilvanianHunger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422462667597595634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayhem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B28desnzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4l5bbk11oIw/s1600-h/mayhem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B28desnzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4l5bbk11oIw/s320/mayhem4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422464732431687474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B4nmbviHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Q3mITYmLps/s1600-h/deathcrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B4nmbviHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Q3mITYmLps/s320/deathcrush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422466573081217138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B408U3wKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/urwzOeu20E4/s1600-h/demysteriis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B408U3wKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/urwzOeu20E4/s320/demysteriis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422466802296275106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B482OQRiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nyauksf2vQo/s1600-h/Wolf%27s+lair+abyss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B482OQRiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nyauksf2vQo/s320/Wolf%27s+lair+abyss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422466938096862754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B5KEuutKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Bgz3nLB-lyA/s1600-h/ordo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0B5KEuutKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Bgz3nLB-lyA/s320/ordo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422467165329470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2773192781666301548?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2773192781666301548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2773192781666301548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2773192781666301548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-metal.html' title='Black Metal'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/S0BwPGSXlZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fy_c9lBqp9Q/s72-c/Aura%2BNoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-639268798345677485</id><published>2009-12-28T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:26:36.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Recipe</title><content type='html'>This dish has been passed down for generations in my family. I always got excited when my mom would cook this dish, it has always been my favorite growing up. I miss this dish so much that I took the liberty of finding the recipe and making it myself instead of going home and requesting that my mom make it for me. Anyways I hope anyone reading this will try out this recipe and see for themselves. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somlar Mochu Sachko (Sour Beef Stew) Recipe&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Cambodia      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1kg stewing beef, cut into 3cm cubes&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, peeled&lt;br /&gt;2 lemongrass stalks, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;5 kaffir lime leaves, shredded&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp tamarind paste&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp turmeric powder&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp dried galangal (soaked in hot water for 1 hour)&lt;br /&gt;2 hot red chillies&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp fish sauce (Nam Pla)&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;120ml water&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp spring onions (green part only), to garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somlar Mochu Sachko&lt;br /&gt;(Sour Beef Stew) Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all the ingredients (except for the beef, fish sauce, tamarind paste, vegetable oil and spring onions) in a food processor or pestle and mortar and render to a smooth paste. With the back of a spoon work the tamarind paste through a fine sieve (discards any remaining solids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oil in a wok or pan. Add the tamarind paste and stir-fry for a few seconds then add the puréed ingredients. Now add the fish sauce then stir-in the meat. Fry for a few minutes before adding the water. Bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer and cook, uncovered, for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add more water to ensure that the meat is completely covered with a layer of water then cover and simmer for 1 hour, until the meat is tender (add more water as needed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ready, transfer to a serving dish and garnish with the onion greens. Serve with rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-639268798345677485?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/639268798345677485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/639268798345677485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/639268798345677485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-recipe.html' title='My Favorite Recipe'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3879358827227139461</id><published>2009-12-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:09:41.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I really want the Sigma DP2, it's an awesome camera. It's small and easier to carry around compared to my other cameras for photography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SynLBLE33mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lrvc123knUM/s1600-h/sigmadp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SynLBLE33mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lrvc123knUM/s320/sigmadp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416083247903268450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3879358827227139461?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3879358827227139461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3879358827227139461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3879358827227139461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SynLBLE33mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lrvc123knUM/s72-c/sigmadp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-223363589507413862</id><published>2009-12-09T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:14:14.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't got a clue????</title><content type='html'>I feel I really don't need to justify my actions. The way you treat me is the way I treat you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really patience, but it's run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus you earn the title "friend" Don't be fooled by my kindness. I'm kind to everyone, but very few become friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-223363589507413862?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/223363589507413862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/havent-got-clue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/223363589507413862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/223363589507413862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/havent-got-clue.html' title='Haven&apos;t got a clue????'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2758266569561855237</id><published>2009-12-08T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:37:00.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamboja</title><content type='html'>Kambu Swayambhuva (or Kaundinya) was a Hindu sage prince of Kamboja lineage who finds mention along with sage Agastya, Kaundinya Swayambhuva, king Rajendra Chola, king Ashoka Maurya and king Pushyamitra Shunga in Shloka-22 in Ekamata Stotra. The legend holds that Kambu Swayambhuva was a learned prince who had initially been an Indian king. He had ventured into the Far East and entered an area having jungles that was being ruled by a king of Naga lineage. Defeating the Naga king, prince Kambu married his daughter Mera and developed the land into a fertile and flourishing country. The combination of Kambu and Mera names is said to have given rise to the name Khmer (Kambu + Mera =Khmer) according to George Coedes [1]. Sage-prince Kambu of the Cambodian legends, to all probability, belonged to the Kamboja lineage[2] and appears to have sailed from Indian subcontinent, probably from Saurashtra/Gujarat on the west coast of India and established a small Kamboja kingdom in Bassac around Vat-Ph'u hill in Mekong Basin. In ancient Chinese accounts, this kingdom is known as Chenla. The time frame for this event could be the later half of 4th c AD. Sage prince Kambu was succeeded by his little son Shrutavarma Kambuja who ruled in 5th century AD. Shrutavarma was succeeded by his son Shreshthavarma Kambuja who was followed by king Viravarma Kambuja. Princess Kambujarajalakshmi (fortune of the kings of the Kambujas), the queen of prince Bhavavarman I, was from the line of Kambu Swayambhuva and it was through her that Bhavavarman I inherited the royal lineage and became king of Kambuja. The Kamboja power established by sage prince Kambu in Indo-China, however, did see many ups and downs in the succeeding centuries before culminating into Angkorean fame. Around 8th century A.D, the kings of Shailendra dynasty seized control of Chenla (i.e. Kambuja) but at the start of 9th century, the Kambuja family reasserted itself under a capable Kamboja prince Jayavarman II, shook off the foreign yoke, unified the Land Chenla and Water Chenla and renamed the unified country as Kambuja after his family's lineage. Thus began the long line of Kambuja princes and also the famed Angkorean period in Cambodian history which was to reach to very splendorous and glorious heights in the succeeding centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Swayambhuva Kambu is claimed to be the eponymous ancestor of the Kambujas i.e the royal family of Cambodia with celestial nymph Mera given to him by god Siva [3]. Princes of Kambodia expressly state themselves as Kambujas and to have descended from the lineage of Kambu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is otherwise also obvious, the name Kambu is stated to be a corruption of the standard Sanskrit term Kamboja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2758266569561855237?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2758266569561855237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/kamboja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2758266569561855237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2758266569561855237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/12/kamboja.html' title='Kamboja'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1111390214646889688</id><published>2009-11-25T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:52:51.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You FAIL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sw2J-XzWa6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ef2o1PjCRcY/s1600/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sw2J-XzWa6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ef2o1PjCRcY/s320/fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408130432176122786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SNAP! Pile driver into the crotch! OUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1111390214646889688?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1111390214646889688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1111390214646889688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1111390214646889688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-fail.html' title='You FAIL!!!!'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sw2J-XzWa6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ef2o1PjCRcY/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2423690972306067371</id><published>2009-11-18T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:47:26.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Akatsuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SwO0gNrdIvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZYL33s67OZU/s1600/akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SwO0gNrdIvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZYL33s67OZU/s320/akatsuki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405362443295466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty cheesy, but I honestly want to create a real life Akatsuki gang. Wouldn't that be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the leader of course and we'll bring justice to those who deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2423690972306067371?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2423690972306067371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/akatsuki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2423690972306067371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2423690972306067371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/akatsuki.html' title='The Akatsuki'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SwO0gNrdIvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZYL33s67OZU/s72-c/akatsuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-4098825614848754139</id><published>2009-11-18T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:29:08.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>I've been so irritated lately with people. Is it me or am I just surrounded by a bunch of fucking idiots. I must be a bit to kind and I honestly think that these assholes are not worthy of my kindness or friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally made new friends, but to be honest not many of them are worthy of my time. I know I may sound like some elitist asshole, but I'm not. I just know I'm better than these worthless people. It's almost disappointing, but not really because I do expect these people to be the way they are; stupid, ignorant, and two faced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much patience to put up with this. From now on I will try my best to stray away from idiots like these and maybe started treating them as they treat me. If they don't like it I honestly don't give a fuck. I'm going to live life pleasing myself and no other. Fuck people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-4098825614848754139?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/4098825614848754139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4098825614848754139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4098825614848754139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1318419328486901219</id><published>2009-11-15T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:43:24.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotations</title><content type='html'>"Satan is a symbol of Man living as his prideful, carnal nature dictates. The reality behind Satan is simply the dark evolutionary force of entropy that permeates all of nature and provides the drive for survival and propagation inherent in all living things. Satan is not a conscious entity to be worshipped, rather a reservoir of power inside each human to be tapped at will." - LaVeyan Satanism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1318419328486901219?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1318419328486901219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1318419328486901219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1318419328486901219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotations.html' title='Quotations'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-7745799815475038861</id><published>2009-11-06T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:53:36.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>I've noticed this for a while now. Why is it that most of Daddy's little girl always end up in an abusive relationship or feel this sense of entitlement, that they should be treated like a princess? What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad my father brought me up the way he did, he showed me the true harsh reality of things. He taught me to fight, he taught me independence. I'm so glad I'm not one of "these girls" or I'd just kill myself. J/K! One thing I know for sure is I'd never let a man control me or abuse me. I'm fucking crazy, I don't go down with a fight, you'd have to kill me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-7745799815475038861?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/7745799815475038861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddys-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7745799815475038861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7745799815475038861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-4702222543417481088</id><published>2009-10-17T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:49:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bar Scene</title><content type='html'>Every time I go out with my girls, I always get weirdos hitting on me. I don't find it flattering at all, I think it's a bit amusing and annoying at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I always get the same pick up line thrown at me like, " Where have you been all my life?" or "I feel like we are soul mates." or " I think I found my love. " Please assholes, do you think those pathetic pick up lines really would work on me. I'll just end up humiliating you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat up bullshit like stupid bar skeezies. I think with my head not my "Vag" okay! Plus, I'm taken so nice try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-4702222543417481088?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/4702222543417481088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/10/bar-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4702222543417481088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/4702222543417481088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/10/bar-scene.html' title='The Bar Scene'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3193191231319072643</id><published>2009-10-08T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:32:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muni Fight</title><content type='html'>Don't mess with Chinese people. That black lady was stupid, thinking because she was black that she can kick anyones ass. Wrong! She got her ass handed to her, how stupid. AHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rm4SazjKsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/1rm4SazjKsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3193191231319072643?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3193191231319072643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/10/muni-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3193191231319072643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3193191231319072643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/10/muni-fight.html' title='Muni Fight'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1344213951898887461</id><published>2009-09-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:32:44.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>Finally! Autumn weather has made it's way over. It's been too hot for too long, it's nice to have some cold air. &lt;br /&gt;It was hard to wake up this morning because my room wasn't lit up by the sun today. I woke up in this dark gloomy room and had no idea what time it was til I looked at the alarm clock, it was 10am. I figured, shit! I better get my ass up and do laundry. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But, I am prepared for Autumn and I can't wait to witness all the changing colors, which I love. I can't wait to go out and bundle up my clothes, clothes that I haven't washed yet. SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1344213951898887461?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1344213951898887461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1344213951898887461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1344213951898887461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1049137423218796553</id><published>2009-09-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:58:35.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto: The Power Of Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhZA4ZXblI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGbOq1f-WtE/s1600-h/Naruto464-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhZA4ZXblI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGbOq1f-WtE/s320/Naruto464-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384151226195078738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! I can't wait what happens next. Why do the ending always have to build up so much suspense. I'm so anxious for the next chapter to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1049137423218796553?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1049137423218796553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/naruto-power-of-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1049137423218796553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1049137423218796553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/naruto-power-of-darkness.html' title='Naruto: The Power Of Darkness'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhZA4ZXblI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGbOq1f-WtE/s72-c/Naruto464-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3024983910485958808</id><published>2009-09-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:49:57.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhXYD_nooI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RBhsqD6QZGU/s1600-h/scenary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhXYD_nooI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RBhsqD6QZGU/s320/scenary3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384149425422049922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling this sense of detachment from everything. My friends seem to no longer relate to me, I feel like I'm on a totally different page than they are. I honestly feel like I'm drifting away becuase of my differences or simply I've changed. I've grown so much, but at the same time it feels like I've taken the wrong path. I've grown bitter and negative. My friends even notice how dull I've become in the last couple of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has simply sucked out all of my positive energy. It so hard for me to appreciate things because I've been stuck with downfall after downfall. But, I blame it on myself because I go out of my way to help others when I know damn well I should be helping myself. I don't complain though, maybe to myself in silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never rely on anyone of friends for anything, but when their troubles arrives their weight is constantly weighing on my shoulders. Maybe I care too much, is it wrong? Because when something goes wrong I have no one in the end to lend their ears or to share my pains with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly hiding in this shadow and holding back so much. The light is there, but I never really reach it because there is always something that is holding me back......maybe it's guilt. I don't know. When I learn how to let it go and follow my own path til then will I become happy. Even if it means risking friendships and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3024983910485958808?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3024983910485958808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3024983910485958808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3024983910485958808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SrhXYD_nooI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RBhsqD6QZGU/s72-c/scenary3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5884887799618510634</id><published>2009-09-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:05:10.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Leenna</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAH! For those of you who don't know, I've been going by the name Bruce Leenna for a long while now. I've earned the name because I'm a huge fan of Bruce Lee ever since I was a little girl. Anyways I was extremely bored and had nothing better to do, so I decided to edit this picture of Bruce Lee to fit me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqnwZIx6UfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Ai8niughrs/s1600-h/brucelee+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqnwZIx6UfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Ai8niughrs/s320/brucelee+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380095544514990578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5884887799618510634?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5884887799618510634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruce-leenna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5884887799618510634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5884887799618510634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruce-leenna.html' title='Bruce Leenna'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqnwZIx6UfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Ai8niughrs/s72-c/brucelee+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2317342685113535336</id><published>2009-09-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:44:43.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absinthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqYKoUqQe_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4xVEz7e6vwI/s1600-h/absinthe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqYKoUqQe_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4xVEz7e6vwI/s320/absinthe3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378998492797631474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqYKo4EOndI/AAAAAAAAAEM/80Qd_Bm9yCw/s1600-h/absinthe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqYKo4EOndI/AAAAAAAAAEM/80Qd_Bm9yCw/s320/absinthe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378998502301801938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been so curious about Absinthe, but I was never able to find anywhere that serves it. While going out with my sister, Leya and my cousin, I discover this Champagne Lounge that serves it. &lt;br /&gt;I was warned that it tasted like Black Licorice, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to let that kill my curiosity. I thought if I can stand Jagermeister, than I can definitely handle Absinthe. So, I thought it was worth to spend ten bucks on the drink.&lt;br /&gt;After it was done preparing I was anxious to try it. As I was about to drink it, the odor was just unbearable. It had the most strongest smell of Black Licorice it made me think twice to drink it. But, I spent ten bucks on it so I couldn't just pass it up. &lt;br /&gt;I started sipping it throughout the night with out trying to gag every time. The taste of black licorice was strong and it burned going down. &lt;br /&gt;I gotta say it got me kinda drunk in a different way. It gave me have a weird head change. Anyways, was it worth the ten bucks I spent, no. I wish I just stuck to beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2317342685113535336?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2317342685113535336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/absinthe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2317342685113535336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2317342685113535336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/absinthe.html' title='Absinthe'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SqYKoUqQe_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4xVEz7e6vwI/s72-c/absinthe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-744832855016394484</id><published>2009-09-01T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:44:12.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metalheads</title><content type='html'>I have this huge attraction to metal heads, goths (not mall goths or scene kids), men with long hair and facial hair.  I like them to be a bit on the older side too. Like, about 10-15 years older than me. Like these sexy fellows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h0VbZsFI/AAAAAAAAADk/ji-MojsBv9M/s1600-h/henkka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h0VbZsFI/AAAAAAAAADk/ji-MojsBv9M/s320/henkka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631450627584082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h2CdW8lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/70eUz8PN3Xs/s1600-h/markmorton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h2CdW8lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/70eUz8PN3Xs/s320/markmorton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631479895257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h2n7-6TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6SSOWONVE1U/s1600-h/Troy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h2n7-6TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6SSOWONVE1U/s320/Troy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631489955817778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h1zH46TI/AAAAAAAAADs/X2ye4EdtFME/s1600-h/lucian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h1zH46TI/AAAAAAAAADs/X2ye4EdtFME/s320/lucian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631475778677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-744832855016394484?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/744832855016394484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/metalheads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/744832855016394484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/744832855016394484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/09/metalheads.html' title='Metalheads'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sp2h0VbZsFI/AAAAAAAAADk/ji-MojsBv9M/s72-c/henkka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-649719900274865315</id><published>2009-08-27T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:25:52.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>I finally finished watching Death Note. I have to say it was pretty suspenseful. I liked all the mind fuck games between the characters, it was interesting. I like N, he's such a genius! He made L's wishes come true. :) Anyways I'm glad it ended the way it did because justice was served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C65oaIHsdYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/C65oaIHsdYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-649719900274865315?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/649719900274865315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/649719900274865315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/649719900274865315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note_27.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3276128803492494902</id><published>2009-08-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:00:38.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Has love become a meaningless word nowadays. People seem to throw this word out so carelessly, which I find irritating. Every word is, "I love you." When they actually mean, "I like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really annoying when people I don't really know use that word towards me because they don't mean what they're saying. I don't understand why the choice of words. If people can't use the word properly, then don't use it. It's simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpYuV4iwkoI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMktiNbxcSI/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpYuV4iwkoI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMktiNbxcSI/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374534158803571330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Love:  &lt;br /&gt;  –noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3276128803492494902?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3276128803492494902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3276128803492494902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3276128803492494902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpYuV4iwkoI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMktiNbxcSI/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5233423673470201542</id><published>2009-08-22T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:12:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpB7NKObnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RNcY9eXBtKI/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpB7NKObnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RNcY9eXBtKI/s320/L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372929821466402546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bummer! L gets killed off, he was my favorite. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5233423673470201542?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5233423673470201542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5233423673470201542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5233423673470201542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SpB7NKObnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RNcY9eXBtKI/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-5940198047501465485</id><published>2009-08-20T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:41:40.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/So3RBGirKTI/AAAAAAAAADM/opCym424c30/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/So3RBGirKTI/AAAAAAAAADM/opCym424c30/s320/cold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372179747388991794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that life has been a bit bland to me. I've become a boring, uninterested, and negative person, I'm not who I used to be. I feel like I'm almost dead inside. &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing here for me, just the overwhelming feeling of being stuck here forever. I have no spark of motivation or inspiration in me. I think I've lost that long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;I need sometime alone and figure out who I am once more because I feel so out of touch with myself and the people I care about most. Maybe things will become clearer in the future then, when my mind is not so clouded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-5940198047501465485?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/5940198047501465485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5940198047501465485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/5940198047501465485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately.html' title='Lately....'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/So3RBGirKTI/AAAAAAAAADM/opCym424c30/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-7811004600014262518</id><published>2009-07-31T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:29:24.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice Baked Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnNFpsPL1pI/AAAAAAAAACw/pW8IrLS6Ak0/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnNFpsPL1pI/AAAAAAAAACw/pW8IrLS6Ak0/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364708163680196242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnNFqJmbS3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ibYkTLlJXrE/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnNFqJmbS3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ibYkTLlJXrE/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364708171562306418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend has been craving twice baked potatoes for a while and has been urging me to make him some. But, I didn't know what the fuck twice baked potatoes were. So I decided to look up recipes online and surprise my boyfriend when he gets home from work.  It wasn't hard to make at all and I enjoyed making them. It turned out pretty well, they were delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-7811004600014262518?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/7811004600014262518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/twice-baked-potatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7811004600014262518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/7811004600014262518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/twice-baked-potatoes.html' title='Twice Baked Potatoes'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnNFpsPL1pI/AAAAAAAAACw/pW8IrLS6Ak0/s72-c/IMG_3183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2935281359548826595</id><published>2009-07-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:53:37.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRfHbFsI/AAAAAAAAACc/uSpmWCAZ-OE/s1600-h/river5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRfHbFsI/AAAAAAAAACc/uSpmWCAZ-OE/s320/river5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364374595817903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRawsBaI/AAAAAAAAACU/qN9X7cNK1XY/s1600-h/amr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRawsBaI/AAAAAAAAACU/qN9X7cNK1XY/s320/amr4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364374594648802722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRBSaD-I/AAAAAAAAACM/9IDzXRdZMys/s1600-h/amr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRBSaD-I/AAAAAAAAACM/9IDzXRdZMys/s320/amr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364374587810910178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWQyoT9HI/AAAAAAAAACE/KIDJFProAGE/s1600-h/amr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWQyoT9HI/AAAAAAAAACE/KIDJFProAGE/s320/amr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364374583876252786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came back home after living in San Francisco for 3 years I hated it. Most of all I hated summer, the main reason was the heat! I never wanted to go out during the day, only at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been living in Sacramento for over a year now, I'm starting to really like the summer. I started to realize how much I love summer activities and especially summer nights. I can BBQ, hang out at the river, and best of all CAMPING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2935281359548826595?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2935281359548826595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2935281359548826595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2935281359548826595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnIWRfHbFsI/AAAAAAAAACc/uSpmWCAZ-OE/s72-c/river5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-1246267187001927508</id><published>2009-07-30T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:43:56.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherrie's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITy_UhANI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JFAZR0Va2fk/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITy_UhANI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JFAZR0Va2fk/s320/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364371872863551698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITq01tQ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/shf0R9nUOaQ/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITq01tQ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/shf0R9nUOaQ/s320/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364371732611023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITqnXFi4I/AAAAAAAAABs/tfWDtZKbIqk/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITqnXFi4I/AAAAAAAAABs/tfWDtZKbIqk/s320/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364371728992930690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITqEm-YTI/AAAAAAAAABk/d4-FzNqUGfU/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITqEm-YTI/AAAAAAAAABk/d4-FzNqUGfU/s320/wedding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364371719664329010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITp-CoSeI/AAAAAAAAABc/g801M8EMShg/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITp-CoSeI/AAAAAAAAABc/g801M8EMShg/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364371717901273570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me ten years to put these pictures up. I gotta say, I had lots of fun. I wish Sherrie and Jean Michel the best. I'm so happy for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-1246267187001927508?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/1246267187001927508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/sherries-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1246267187001927508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/1246267187001927508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/07/sherries-wedding.html' title='Sherrie&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SnITy_UhANI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JFAZR0Va2fk/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-2400128844638141529</id><published>2009-06-14T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:04:18.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SjWBz_kGs9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Bmx4VOALHRc/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SjWBz_kGs9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Bmx4VOALHRc/s320/three.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347322862808511442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SjWBvDVbfqI/AAAAAAAAABM/7t2cL3Y8Koo/s1600-h/three2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SjWBvDVbfqI/AAAAAAAAABM/7t2cL3Y8Koo/s320/three2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347322777921355426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend of 18 years is getting married! I've been waiting anxiously for the arrival of her wedding day, which is coming up this Sunday! I'm excited for the fact that she is finally tying the knot with her long time boyfriend, I wish them the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from me being happy for the two, I just can't help being sad also. I think for the reason being that they're planning to move to New York in January. Which is pretty soon when you think about it. I'm selfish and I need more time with my best friend, maybe another year I'm not ready to say goodbye so soon. I know I won't get to see her or talk to her as much, even though I'm going to try. I don't want us to drift apart and it kills me to think that. I just never thought I'd have to say goodbye to her.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of three girls, it'll only be two girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-2400128844638141529?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/2400128844638141529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2400128844638141529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/2400128844638141529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SjWBz_kGs9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Bmx4VOALHRc/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-3303587085347545697</id><published>2009-06-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:40:47.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Coast</title><content type='html'>I left me heart along the Northern Coast of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SiTJPElvQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/01nxQ_42lVI/s1600-h/House_Along_The_Coast_by_BruceLeenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SiTJPElvQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/01nxQ_42lVI/s320/House_Along_The_Coast_by_BruceLeenna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616318735499922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no matter where I've traveled or been around the world, I will always end up back in Northern California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-3303587085347545697?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/3303587085347545697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/06/northern-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3303587085347545697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/3303587085347545697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/06/northern-coast.html' title='Northern Coast'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/SiTJPElvQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/01nxQ_42lVI/s72-c/House_Along_The_Coast_by_BruceLeenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854732054630228831.post-491161839452954155</id><published>2009-05-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:19:14.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><content type='html'>I need adventure in my life! Right now, my life feels a bit boring. It's that time of the year where I need to take a road trip or go camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sh7_MmFyzXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RpNQpclG3EQ/s1600-h/sutro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sh7_MmFyzXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RpNQpclG3EQ/s320/sutro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340986799956348274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854732054630228831-491161839452954155?l=bruceleenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/feeds/491161839452954155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/491161839452954155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7854732054630228831/posts/default/491161839452954155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruceleenna.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures.html' title='Adventures'/><author><name>BruceLeenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732276070844764725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o9tMqmt-Y/Tc6hltRv6xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7qBOyrEVfrE/s220/hound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwlGC_aGChI/Sh7_MmFyzXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RpNQpclG3EQ/s72-c/sutro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
