<?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-21727803</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:52:00.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThePinkPanther</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114592392144925872</id><published>2006-04-24T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:12:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT PERSONAL</title><content type='html'>What if someone lie to you about there past, will you forgive them or will you break up with them. Mistakes happen, and individuals wish they can change them, but unfortunate we cannot. Do you believe in second chance, if someone cry to you and said I'm sorry will you believe them. What if they keep calling you and saying I'm sorry. Will you believe them? Things happen every day, and by the second. Time travel so fast sometimes I wish I can slow it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114592392144925872?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114592392144925872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114592392144925872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114592392144925872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114592392144925872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-personal.html' title='NOT PERSONAL'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114592327023656066</id><published>2006-04-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:05:27.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Framed Is Accident</title><content type='html'>It calls for another tongue&lt;br /&gt;to speak the omen&lt;br /&gt;your body is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple: a rope&lt;br /&gt;pulled taut between stakes whose number&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;shi&lt;/em&gt;, death. Square to frame chance&lt;br /&gt;flying birds, auguries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the frame of a foregin temple, your arms'&lt;br /&gt;urgent iron at my back , your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my mouth. It's this&lt;br /&gt;shock of supple, surprise tendons&lt;br /&gt;I want my writing hand to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted words&lt;br /&gt;to be your body, but it became&lt;br /&gt;flying birds; seven wing beats&lt;br /&gt;pulsed through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven are the cries&lt;br /&gt;I committed once to air--&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans I follow across nations,&lt;br /&gt;trying to knit with words the nettle shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that make them human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amy England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem speaks for it self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114592327023656066?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114592327023656066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114592327023656066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114592327023656066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114592327023656066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-framed-is-accident.html' title='Nothing Framed Is Accident'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114541750087592008</id><published>2006-04-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:31:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont wanna be likeEvery other girl in the worldLike every other one who wants youCuz when I see you something inside me burnAnd I realize I wanna come firstI wanna come first~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114541750087592008?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114541750087592008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114541750087592008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541750087592008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541750087592008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-wanna-be-likeevery-other-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114541745651129304</id><published>2006-04-18T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:30:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It has been my experience that one cannot, in any shape or form, depend on human relations for lasting reward.  It is only work that truly satisfies." Bette Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114541745651129304?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114541745651129304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114541745651129304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541745651129304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541745651129304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-has-been-my-experience-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114541589142815461</id><published>2006-04-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:04:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is now a stressful time of the year, where finals are close, and everyone is worry how they are doing in there classes.  All you can do is release and take it sorry because if you are worry about the situation it does not make it better. Try your best , and the end result will be just fine . I promise . Just be patient and be ready for whatever comes your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114541589142815461?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114541589142815461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114541589142815461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541589142815461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114541589142815461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-now-stressful-time-of-year-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114403811113570487</id><published>2006-04-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:21:51.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitle</title><content type='html'>Things are changing between us. We are not peanut butter and jelly anymore. We are peanut butter and jelly mix with mustard, ketcup, and butter. What's going on we are not flowing smoothly anymore. I miss the flow that we had, I miss the "prefect" sandwich. We are now mix with ketcup, mustard, and butter. Everyone is in our business, and we are trying to mine ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114403811113570487?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114403811113570487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114403811113570487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114403811113570487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114403811113570487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/untitle.html' title='Untitle'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114403702895477601</id><published>2006-04-02T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:03:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of my Life.</title><content type='html'>It's so cliché that individuals always think that the love of your life is a boy or girl. That is how society make us think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To make the love of my life you will need to have a heart, be sensitive, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is a sweet, kindhearted, and a giving woman. She is a peacemarker, and always willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is my one true love, she is my everything, besides my mother. My grandma is my rock on which I stand and no one can replace her. Grandma's are there grandchildren everything. They are there when we need them, and when our parents are not there our grandmothers are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114403702895477601?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114403702895477601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114403702895477601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114403702895477601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114403702895477601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of my Life.'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114374877848449061</id><published>2006-03-30T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:59:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol or America Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>which is your favorite? Every Tuesday, and Wednesday individuals turn on there television to see these shows.  American Idol is on every Tuesday at 8pm and the result show in on Wednesday. America Next Top Model comes on Wednesday at midnight, because we do not have UPN9 in the North Country.  American Idol is a serious issue to many individual, we have favorites, and the ones that we do not like very much. This show allow us to vote the contestants  that we do not like off the show, and allow someone that can really sing a chance to win and become an American Idol. In America Next Top Model the judges vote off the contestants whether or not they have a good picture. What do you think of these show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114374877848449061?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114374877848449061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114374877848449061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114374877848449061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114374877848449061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/american-idol-or-america-next-top.html' title='American Idol or America Next Top Model'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114322539343799866</id><published>2006-03-24T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:36:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>According to the dictionary, love is strong affection or liking for someone or something, it is also a passionate affection of one person for another. Individuals say the phrase "I love you" all the time , but do we know the true meaning. We all have a different idea of what love is , and not knowing what it means. Love is a strong word, and have a huge impact on people. When you tell someone you love them, do you tell them because it is the right thing to say, or because you really mean it. Many individuals use the word love to get what they want, not appreciating how much this four letter word have an effect on people.  What do you think love is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114322539343799866?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114322539343799866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114322539343799866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114322539343799866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114322539343799866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114322430926732829</id><published>2006-03-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:18:29.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River of Separation</title><content type='html'>A friend went to the famine zone.&lt;br /&gt;When he came back his eyes&lt;br /&gt;would not meet mine.&lt;br /&gt;Once he let me into his silence&lt;br /&gt;and told of standing on a bridge&lt;br /&gt;watching the bodies pass&lt;br /&gt;bloated with hunger, faces&lt;br /&gt;blank from the current.&lt;br /&gt;When he finished I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;of that bridge every night&lt;br /&gt;until I spoke of it&lt;br /&gt;as if I'd been the one&lt;br /&gt;standing there- especially&lt;br /&gt;to a woman, and she believed,&lt;br /&gt;and was marked, and asked&lt;br /&gt;for news; long after&lt;br /&gt;I was gone, she begged for news&lt;br /&gt;from everyone who knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- D.Nurkse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem  because it leaves everything to the imagination , and I like the title "The River of Separation", it can be express in so many ways, and so many different interpretation and I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114322430926732829?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114322430926732829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114322430926732829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114322430926732829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114322430926732829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/river-of-separation.html' title='The River of Separation'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114317047019743523</id><published>2006-03-23T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:21:10.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNY Canton</title><content type='html'>Such a small campus, everyone is always in your business or trying to figure out your business.  We as  adults and young adults  should learn how to mine our own business especially when it have nothing to do with you. SUNY Canton is fine, it's the people that make up the campus that is always in your business. Everyone should focus more on there life and less on everyone else.  Why does it seems like it is always someone's goal to find out what's going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114317047019743523?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114317047019743523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114317047019743523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114317047019743523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114317047019743523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/suny-canton.html' title='SUNY Canton'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114280763438639559</id><published>2006-03-19T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:33:54.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>It's happening to fast,&lt;br /&gt;the school year comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening to fast, and my brain cannot keep up with what's going on but it's trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's mid-term week, and before you know it we will have final week.&lt;br /&gt;This year happen very fast and some of us is trying to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;The fall semester is done, and now it's the spring semester.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it , where did it all go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114280763438639559?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114280763438639559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114280763438639559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114280763438639559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114280763438639559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114280726969781127</id><published>2006-03-19T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:31:10.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>Got off at work at 6:15pm, and decide to watch a movie when you get home, you will like to watch a movie, and go to bed. What will you watch there are so many choices. As you are standing in the  living room thinking, will it be horrors, romances, or comedy. The Ring came to mind. You are debating whether or not you should watch this movie alone or wait and invite some friends over. Then you realize that you had a long day, and all you want to do is relaxe and watah a movie. So youwent to the DVD player, and put the movie in and began to watch it. The strangest thing is, just as like in the movie. After you finish watching the ring the phone rang you got scared, and terrified; no one in the house but you. Who was going to answer the phone? As you quietly got up to answer the phone you were thinking who can be on the line, and why did they call at this time. Scared and terrified, what should you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114280726969781127?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114280726969781127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114280726969781127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114280726969781127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114280726969781127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114258102482315504</id><published>2006-03-16T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:37:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Roommate in the World.</title><content type='html'>The best roommate in the world is my ex- roommate Whitney Linkhorn . We started out our first year of college  together. The first year was so great that we became roommates a second year .We had loads of fun . Went to dinner together , basically we did everything with each other.   I enjoy Whitney as a roommate because she is honest, and I enjoy her personality.  Whitney is someone I trust, and I can explain every situation to her. I like Whitney for a roommate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114258102482315504?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114258102482315504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114258102482315504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114258102482315504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114258102482315504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-roommate-in-world.html' title='The Best Roommate in the World.'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114185497596511342</id><published>2006-03-08T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:56:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYU (New York University)</title><content type='html'>What is NYU?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we attend college?&lt;br /&gt;Who paids for our tution when our parents cannot?&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so expensive?&lt;br /&gt;College is where we go to farther our education, but sometimes it leads to stress, and frustration. Why is college so hard, and expensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114185497596511342?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114185497596511342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114185497596511342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185497596511342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185497596511342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/nyu-new-york-university.html' title='NYU (New York University)'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114185458835110066</id><published>2006-03-08T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:49:48.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles</title><content type='html'>Individuals in stressful situations who for a profit can assit them.&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of what they have.&lt;br /&gt;And when you look back at what you've recieve a fee for referring arrested suspects.&lt;br /&gt;You need to restart or rethink your life.&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds like the story of life okay.&lt;br /&gt;Given the nature routine poilce patrol work, to protect us, and to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;You simply go out and shut the door, police officers have numerous opportunties to arrest you or&lt;br /&gt;to watch you walk away for the situation.&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;How can we know who is right? and who is wrong?; if we were not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114185458835110066?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114185458835110066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114185458835110066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185458835110066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185458835110066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/obstacles.html' title='Obstacles'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114185348867323418</id><published>2006-03-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:31:28.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Why does it seems like we as students take classes that we do not want. However sometimes we enjoy the class or dislike that class. The class we taught we were not going to enjoy, we usually dislike; and the class we taught we were going to dislike we usually enjoy. Why does this happen? Education is meant to be fun, not a stress on life, and not a satisfy to our life. Have fun in school and takes classes that you want and not what your friends or family tell you to take. Take the classes that will help with your major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114185348867323418?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114185348867323418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114185348867323418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185348867323418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114185348867323418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114123721120593018</id><published>2006-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:35:43.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday March 1st,2006. Sixteen day before my sister birthday. I love my sisters very much, and will do anything in this world for them. My Sisters are Journa and Julia. Yes, I'm a middle child so I'm always put in the middle of things. I enjoy having siblings even though sometimes they get on your last nerves. My sisters are my everything, just like my mother. Where will I be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends may come and go, but my family will always have my back, they support me, and allow me to make my mistakes and hope that I will learn from them. My Family is my everything and noone can take them away for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114123721120593018?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114123721120593018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114123721120593018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114123721120593018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114123721120593018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/free-write.html' title='Free Write'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114123522572128601</id><published>2006-03-01T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:47:05.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup Of Noodles</title><content type='html'>In college many people live off of cup of noodles, and a lot of junk food that is not very good for us.  Cup of noodles is very tasty, and comes in my favors such as beef, shrimp, and chicken. However when you have to much cup of noodles you can get very sick of it. For example over the summer I refuse to eat it because I have to much when I am in school, so my mommy does not buy any. Cup of noodles can be serve as a hot snack or a delicious meal anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114123522572128601?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114123522572128601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114123522572128601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114123522572128601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114123522572128601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/03/cup-of-noodles.html' title='Cup Of Noodles'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114073702432732867</id><published>2006-02-23T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:23:44.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Rose</title><content type='html'>And then the French came and they killed us.&lt;br /&gt;And then the French came, they killed us over&lt;br /&gt;and over, they kissed us to red ruins,&lt;br /&gt;they came and they killed us with melodies&lt;br /&gt;and thinking, they whelmed us in their leather&lt;br /&gt;sine wave, they made a postscript with black boots,&lt;br /&gt;they came through the snow like a big thought.&lt;br /&gt;They killed us and they kept killing s&lt;br /&gt;until we spread out as some legacy&lt;br /&gt;in a red-and-white feuilleton of snow,&lt;br /&gt;they kept killing us in this French manner.&lt;br /&gt;And we bled a blue blood read aloud&lt;br /&gt;to the whole body, to the French around us&lt;br /&gt;like the lights of a dominant class,&lt;br /&gt;the day seemed full of blond perfume,&lt;br /&gt;it was growing quiet...wait, said the French----&lt;br /&gt;before the snow be fully marcelled---&lt;br /&gt;before the heart crack its red vest of words---&lt;br /&gt;and only then were we everywhere dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Geoffrey G. O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem because of the title and how the poem does not relate to the title "Winter Rose", because when you see a title like "Winter Rose", you will probably think of something loving, and pure; not the French killing us over and over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114073702432732867?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114073702432732867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114073702432732867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114073702432732867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114073702432732867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-rose.html' title='Winter Rose'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114051138030497297</id><published>2006-02-21T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:43:20.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitle</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking of you, picturing i can't wait to see you,&lt;br /&gt;your beautiful face and to hear your wonderful laughter&lt;br /&gt;I call you every day before class, after class, in between class.&lt;br /&gt;A day cannot go by without me talking to you, because I'll feel like I did not complete my day.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need you try your very best and make sure I get it&lt;br /&gt;You will make a sacrifice just so your children will get whatever they need.&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy you mean the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114051138030497297?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114051138030497297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114051138030497297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114051138030497297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114051138030497297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitle.html' title='Untitle'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-114031614704647924</id><published>2006-02-18T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:29:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of surprise</title><content type='html'>Everyday something different  and new happen, life is full of surprises because we  never know what is going to happen or what will occur. I love life , you learn something new, and excitied every day. Life is something everyone should look forward to.  Individuals should enjoy life everyday because you never know what the next day hold. I love and appericate life and I hope everyone else feels the same way.  Having life is the best thing anyone can hope or wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-114031614704647924?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/114031614704647924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=114031614704647924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114031614704647924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/114031614704647924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-full-of-surprise.html' title='Life is full of surprise'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113990207176363074</id><published>2006-02-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:27:51.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>On February 14th each year, it's Valentine's day. Some individuals  enjoy this day to the fulliest, while others cannot stand Valentine's day, because they are either alone or just cannot stand Valentine's day. I love Valentine's day, it is the day you share your love with someone special; although you should not wait until Valentine's day to share our love. Boys and girls, women and men celebrate this day each year. Some individuals go all out, while others do not as long as they get something.  Everyone enjoy your Valentine's Day, and share it with someone special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113990207176363074?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113990207176363074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113990207176363074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113990207176363074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113990207176363074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113990115140214712</id><published>2006-02-13T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:12:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my day&lt;br /&gt;going to class, doing my work&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother, made my bed&lt;br /&gt;do my laundry, clean my room&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be alive, and&lt;br /&gt;having the ability to do all the things&lt;br /&gt;that I can do&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Javon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113990115140214712?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113990115140214712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113990115140214712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113990115140214712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113990115140214712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113968227060553364</id><published>2006-02-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:24:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rain Stories</title><content type='html'>coming across &lt;em&gt;self-neglect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a superstitious signs&lt;br /&gt;with my only hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the cold black dirt&lt;br /&gt;rain fails&lt;br /&gt;hail falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I am&lt;br /&gt;warm rain is coming&lt;br /&gt;and the flowers of content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is pent?&lt;br /&gt;water in locks&lt;br /&gt;blocked intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fix your sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;nail it to the wheel&lt;br /&gt;you made with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Susan Lasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the title of this poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113968227060553364?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113968227060553364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113968227060553364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113968227060553364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113968227060553364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-rain-stories.html' title='More Rain Stories'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113936426660114217</id><published>2006-02-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:04:26.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we create in class?</title><content type='html'>I'll lay he long,&lt;br /&gt;Upon his last return&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing outside&lt;br /&gt;It's not raining outside&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winter day&lt;br /&gt;Children go outside to play&lt;br /&gt;Bundled up in scarves&lt;br /&gt;Ready after Battle&lt;br /&gt;I needed sleep&lt;br /&gt;My eyes and body were burning&lt;br /&gt;I reached for a glass of water&lt;br /&gt;The only available was dirty and from a vase&lt;br /&gt;The water was stagninant and brown&lt;br /&gt;The angry beaver slapped the water&lt;br /&gt;The brown water smells&lt;br /&gt;And a Miller to make it go down&lt;br /&gt;but he really liked Bud light better&lt;br /&gt;because his belly was growing&lt;br /&gt;he got something to eat&lt;br /&gt;yet, he was bolemic&lt;br /&gt;that was the reason why her gum were rotten&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she was a dentist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113936426660114217?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113936426660114217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113936426660114217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113936426660114217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113936426660114217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-we-create-in-class.html' title='What we create in class?'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113919425549098690</id><published>2006-02-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:50:55.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is the big day, February 5th, 2006. Everyone is going crazy eating chicken wings and drinking beer, thinking who is going to win this game; will it be Pittburg or Seattle.  Everyone waits patiently to know who is going to win this big day.  Some are very excitied, some do not care because there team did not make it to the super bowl.  But everyone is watching the super bowl whether or not there team is in the play offs.  Enjoy the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113919425549098690?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113919425549098690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113919425549098690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113919425549098690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113919425549098690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113893849078777887</id><published>2006-02-02T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:48:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Like This: You Were Happy</title><content type='html'>It was like this:&lt;br /&gt;you were happy, then you were sad,&lt;br /&gt;then happy again, then not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on.&lt;br /&gt;You were innocent or you were guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Actions were taken, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you spoke, at other times you were silent.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, it seems you were silent-what could you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does this not in forgiveness-&lt;br /&gt;between you, there is nothing to forgive-&lt;br /&gt;but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment&lt;br /&gt;he sees the bread is finished with transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what they will make of you&lt;br /&gt;or your days: they will be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man,&lt;br /&gt;all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad,&lt;br /&gt;you slept, you awakened.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Hirshfield-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image- is a representation of a person or thing.&lt;br /&gt;This poem represents how a person feels, and it shows that there is a time for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113893849078777887?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113893849078777887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113893849078777887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113893849078777887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113893849078777887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-like-this-you-were-happy.html' title='It Was Like This: You Were Happy'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113893616505943270</id><published>2006-02-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:09:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Television</title><content type='html'>In my class today we were told to draw the house that we grew up in and pick an item that we will like to talk about and I chose to talk about the television. I grown up in St.Vincent and the Grenadines ,and having a television was the best thing ever. This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Small not may channels, the news shows at the same time every day. We had about 2-5 channels, how bad. It's different now, there are many channels. Everyone wants a television. It was the thing to have. Television is like an art, you never wants to take your eyes off it. Cartoons was what everyone like, they enjoy the laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113893616505943270?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113893616505943270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113893616505943270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113893616505943270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113893616505943270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-television.html' title='My Television'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21727803.post-113866485724894689</id><published>2006-01-30T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:45:33.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse squeaks...</title><content type='html'>"There's a special place in my heartthat only you can touch -a place where I can go and feel you near.Throughout the day I think of you.I see your smile, hear your voiceand in my thoughts you lovingly appear.The way we love each othermakes it hard to be apartso when I can't hold you in my arms,I hold you in my heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21727803-113866485724894689?l=styleinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/feeds/113866485724894689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21727803&amp;postID=113866485724894689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113866485724894689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21727803/posts/default/113866485724894689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://styleinpink.blogspot.com/2006/01/mickey-mouse-squeaks.html' title='Mickey Mouse squeaks...'/><author><name>Javon Joslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507565470347276939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
