<?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-16525467</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:29.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Doctor With A Passport</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113918403169753756</id><published>2006-02-05T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:00:31.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>There was no other greater feeling since my career as a medical student (up until now because who knows what else may happen in the future) then having your professor, Dr. V an M.D., come up to tell you that he's really impressed with you AND for the second time at that.  OH, BY THE WAY everyone in my class is AFRAID of Dr. V because he grades really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my class had to do female and male genetalia examinations with patients that the school flew in from Miami.  For the male patient we had to do by ourselves without supervision from our professor.  But with the females, Dr. V (the M.D.) was there supervising and pretending to be our nurse.  There were three people in my group and I was chosen to go second to give the female genitalia examination.  I believe Dr. V's words were "let the young one go second".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i'm walking towards the patient Dr. V slides the chair behind me and him and the patient are saying "get closer... closer... closer... yes... closer... don't be afraid!" which, clearly i was very afraid.  So I do the gynecological exam explaining everything I was doing and looking for as I went through the motions.  Of course, the patient would tell me what I was doing wrong while I apologize and quickly correct my mistakes.  But, at the end of the day  Dr. V comes up right next to me (while we're watching the third student porform the exam) and whispers to me "you did great" and then leaves to help the student.  Two minutes later "did you study?  I can tell you studied VERY hard for this."  Then that totally made my day and a huge smile came across my face and I then became less nervous , although still not feeling more compentent than I felt walking in to the examination room.  But yes, compliments from M.D.'s... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113918403169753756?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113918403169753756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113918403169753756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113918403169753756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113918403169753756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113858063017379561</id><published>2006-01-29T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:23:50.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Home</title><content type='html'>One of classmates came up to me in the library (just a while ago) and told me to go home because it had seemed to her that I had been studying in the same spot for the entire day, never moving, never eating, and never taken a break.  Soo... that's exactly what I did (I went home) but now... I am sitting in front of the ultimate time waster, my computer!  UGGGHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113858063017379561?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113858063017379561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113858063017379561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113858063017379561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113858063017379561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-home.html' title='Go Home'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113824153314845394</id><published>2006-01-25T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:53:15.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today and yesterday just seem to be just weird (with the exception of the cool &lt;nerdy&gt;people who sit in the front two rows in class, which includes me! where nothing surprises me but yet... i'm still surprised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh... i want to visit Japan. Look at the country's lanscape, vegetation, people, that place looks so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... and don't forget all the anime I can watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113824153314845394?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113824153314845394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113824153314845394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113824153314845394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113824153314845394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113269840422156363</id><published>2005-11-22T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:26:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Willy's and Real Meat</title><content type='html'>I miss the cafeteria food of last week.  Last week, the cafeteria served real meat in the burgers that people ordered.  It was might-y good!  This week... back to soy burgers galor.  YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during med ethics my friend decided that it would be funny if she gave me a wet willy.  UGGGHH... feeling someone rub spit in your outter ear totally sucks and is nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113269840422156363?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113269840422156363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113269840422156363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113269840422156363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113269840422156363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/wet-willys-and-real-meat.html' title='Wet Willy&apos;s and Real Meat'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113249503023528573</id><published>2005-11-20T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:57:10.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger inept</title><content type='html'>This morning, while getting over caffiene intoxication (by the way, med students are known for abusing caffiene but not the the DSM psychological sense of abuse and dependence because the DSM only classifies caffience in toxication - anyone who says "i'm addicted to caffiene" doesn't know what they're talking about). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... will getting over my caffiene intoxiation and studying for a test at th same time I started thinking about how blogger inept I was (1 symptom out of 5/12 that one needs to have in order to fulfill criteria B... rambling flow of thoughts) in seeing that I don't even know how to put a title on my blogger without changing the font size and italicizing.  I didn't realize that there was a setting for a title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured it out.  Anyways, studying for a test tht i might get raped up the zooowhaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113249503023528573?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113249503023528573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113249503023528573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113249503023528573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113249503023528573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogger-inept.html' title='Blogger inept'/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113245760652830287</id><published>2005-11-19T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:33:26.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear pathology that's making my life miserable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIIIIIYA- Take that!  BAM!  BASH!  High kick!  SONIC BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggghhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113245760652830287?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113245760652830287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113245760652830287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113245760652830287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113245760652830287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-pathology-thats-making-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113236981345019142</id><published>2005-11-18T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:10:13.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cup of Joe... Cup of Java... Part 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, after the last coffee incident, about what I should do about getting a good cup of coffee without getting mad at the coffee people for filling my cup half-way with coffee and the other half with whip-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I went with Rogi and we ordered Green Tea Chi.  Well, they filled both of our cups up but the drink itself didn't taste good.  YUCK... mine tasted more like burnt water with green tea nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm thinking, I should bring someone that looks mean but not that mean.  Just someone intimidating enough so that the coffee people will be scared to fill the cup up half-way and then charge full price because they will fear being asked why they are soo shady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, next time I go, I will demand the other half of my drink or demand to pay half price for half a cup of coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113236981345019142?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113236981345019142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113236981345019142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113236981345019142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113236981345019142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/cup-of-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113236915562805170</id><published>2005-11-18T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:59:15.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bavaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was Ryan's birthday and since it was his birthday me and my friends went to Bavaria where they were having a German sausage and beer fest.  It was really fun, the sausages were pretty good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny quote said tonight, "it's just like me (Ryan) ordering sushi". HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... lots of studying to do tomorrow.  What a life! I LOVE IT! &lt;&lt;em&gt;no jinx&lt;/em&gt;&gt; I like where i'm at, med school that is  (although very stressful but good stress), I love my family, and I love my friends!  As a reference in med psych... it's good for people to have a good support system to fall back on when things get rough.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about the support system because of this situation that occured during this week.  In class, one of my friends was talking to me, actually complaining, about how stressed she was.  This is because she was about to take her boards (STEP 1 of the USMLE) in December.  It's not acutally just stress about taking the boards but alot of things compounded such as her other classes and tests that he has to take and pass along with an insurmountable amount of "what if" questions (what if i fail?  what if they take my certification away? what if i have to come back to retake this?).  At first I couldn't understand why she was so stressed out and i told her that she was a smart person and that she probably didn't fail her shelf exam.  After I said that she could say anything.  However, each consecutive day of this week she would get progressively, no... exponentially stressed to the point where she started to cuss at anything that made no sense".  Example, "what does he mean that neoplams or tumors can occur without proliferation?  that's BULLSH*T... BULL... SH*T!" (I have to agree with this unless someone can tell a neoplasm that does not occur with proliferation and don't say dysplasia because dysplasia is not necessarily a neoplasm though it could be a precursor to it such as in GERD's).  Anyways, i get uncomfortable with people who have violent tendencies and start yelling when trying to vent so I tried to avoid that subject with her.  But today we had this townmeeting and the Dean and the Assistant Dean explained alot of things to us and now i understand why she's so stressed out and what she must be feeling.  Well it's a good thing that I understand now and that she has a person who can talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the part that i hate is that her stress is projecting on to me and making me more stressed out then I should.  To top things all off, one of my friends in class (another one) was really stressed out and i said "geez, don't stress out, gezzz".  And she whipped back, "Sorry, I can't be like you and go skim boarding and forget all about the things stressing me out."  The truth of the matter is, I don't feel as if I'm more stressed out than the rest but I do feel as if I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my original thought (as though I an circumstaintial &lt;&lt;em&gt;knock on wood&lt;/em&gt;&gt; ) support systems, they're great.  They also a factor in a good prognosis if you do end up in a "crisis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Happy Birthday to Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113236915562805170?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113236915562805170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113236915562805170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113236915562805170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113236915562805170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/bavaria-today-was-ryans-birthday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-113188428948592939</id><published>2005-11-13T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T07:18:46.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cup of Java... Cup of Joe... Please....... Please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I decided to try a caramel mochiato from the new coffee expresso shop that opened right next to my apartment complex. I can't say that this was my first time to enter the shop but it was my first time to order a cup of their "specialty" coffee. The very first time I entered the shop I felt a sort of awe... "hey, it feels like i'm back in the states in a Starbucks wanna-be coffee shop". Their chi tea lattes were pretty good... the first time I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this time it was different. The coffee shop no longer felt like a novelty. Chronicaling the experience, I walked up to the store and only one waitress was there busily talking to on her phone to her significant other or whatever. She walks into the store and stands next to the counter, still talking on the phone, and then asks me "what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say "medium caramel mochiate please." Fine, she makes my coffee and tells me that it's ready and i pay. Now this is a medium cup and I expect all my coffees to fill up a medium sized cup. Upon reaching for this cup of joe, expecting that it was gonna be somewhat heavy, my cup was light than ever. &lt;em&gt;THE CUP WAS HALF FILLED WITH COFFE AND HALF FILLED WITH WHIP CREAM. Pfffffttttt&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this coffeeshop has no longer become a novelty to me and just another island shop where they screw medical school students over (alot of places tend to do that here) thinking that they can squeeze as much money from medical students as much as they can because we're willing to shell it out. It's not that medical students want to give the stupid shops and restaurants their money. It's just that we're, at least, I'm a starving, stressed-out, can't get a grip medical student that's hungry and just wants a good cup a joe (filled to the brim) with at least 150 mg of caffiene to help me stay awake just enough to comprehend the things that i study. Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-113188428948592939?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/113188428948592939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=113188428948592939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113188428948592939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/113188428948592939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/11/cup-of-java.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112974722050304545</id><published>2005-10-19T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:40:20.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highly Unmotivated Today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so highly unmotivated today.  I have symptoms of maliase and lethargy due to overstudying and BURN OUT. &lt;ha!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of this medical psychology exam that I have tomorrow that's making me not want to study.  It's not that the subject is putting me of but... ughhh... when are we going to learn about the crazy people!  I wanna learn about the crazies!  That would certainly pull my attention, not this "oh, if a baby still has a rooting reflex at age 5 months then that's a developmental delay and you should check up on that" crap.  I wanna know is this gonna make this baby mental.  J/K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe i'll gain back my motivation soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112974722050304545?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112974722050304545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112974722050304545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112974722050304545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112974722050304545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/10/highly-unmotivated-today.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112817416760117694</id><published>2005-10-01T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:42:47.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Peter 3:15, 16 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  But do this with gentlness and respect, keeping a clear conscience, so that those who speak maliciously against your good behaviour in Christ may be ashamed of their slander."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope I am able to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112817416760117694?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112817416760117694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112817416760117694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112817416760117694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112817416760117694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/10/1-peter-315-16-niv-but-in-your-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112726756542756487</id><published>2005-09-20T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:01:18.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever met a person who seemed like they really hated their job? I have. And let me tell you this, it's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today me, Cecil, Big T, Di, and Rogi went to subway to grab a quick lunch and the lady at the pay counter was the most rude person working the cash register. She's was even more rude than the lady at Grane Marche who tended to throw your fruit onto the table after scanning them into te computer (grrrrrr... i'm still sensitive about that because I found many bruises on my apples and did not enjoy eating those uncrisp apples).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 1. She corrected Big T when he said that we were all AUC students and the lady was like, "students?" Big T was like, "yeah, all of us." And the lady was like, "I'm just talking about you." ... so she wanted Big T to just say just "student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 2. I was next in line and told her that I was student and she mumbled that ussually student showed their AUC IDs and then when I did show her my ID she reufsed to look at it. UGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 3. Those were the only things that I remember and could have been more strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I thought the other lady who was working the sandwich line was really nice and she made me a good sandwich that made me quite full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... I walked into the library today, after lunch, and decided to talk to the library staff about Subway. All of a sudden a girl interjects and says, "I've never heard a person who said 'can you add all the veggies EXCEPT tomatoes!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like, "Hey! That's me! I said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, "I know, but who does that... ussually people order tomatoes with lettuce in their sanwich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library staff, "that's true... uh huh... tomatoes and lettuce go together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, "It would have been wierder if you ordered just tomatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, " MAN... you guys suck!"&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112726756542756487?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112726756542756487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112726756542756487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112726756542756487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112726756542756487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-ever-met-person-who-seemed.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112726536481673024</id><published>2005-09-20T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:16:04.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't feel guilty anymore.  I actually feel alot better.  Big smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112726536481673024?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112726536481673024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112726536481673024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112726536481673024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112726536481673024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-i-dont-feel-guilty-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112717787721518365</id><published>2005-09-19T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:57:57.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling guily is absolutely, positively, the worst possible feeling one could ever experience.  I should know because I feel really guilty right about now.  It's along story but what comes with my guilty feeling BAD about what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was that I tried to inform some of my classmates  that out Path II exam was gonna be on Friday because that's what Dr. S. told me when I had asked him.  So I decided to be a good person and tell people who were in my class that the test was indeed on Friday.  So this morning I go to class and Dr. S. announces that the test was on Monday.  Uggghhh.. so what does that make me look like?  A LIAR.  So I feel bad about my self and the fact that I gave people the wrong information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed so apologize to all but &lt;strong&gt;one person&lt;/strong&gt;.  Obviously, I'm really scared to apologize to this person because I think she may have taken offense to that fact that &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I almost gave her a heart attack the day before &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm talking about the same test that almost gave her a heart attack.  I totally had the chance to apologize to her today.  Actually, I had quite a few chances but I never took them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm taking a passive aggressive route which suggests that I am absolutely sure that my defense mechanism is not mature.  Mauter would be sublimation, even rationalization is not mature.  The mechanisms that I used when apologizing to the rest was a mature defense mechanism - accept that I'm in the wrong and deal with it.  GOSH!  So I need to be mature about this and tomorrow i'm going to say "hey, my bad... i hope you're not mad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and by the way... I wouldn't be feeling this bad if my friends hadn't rubbed it in this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112717787721518365?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112717787721518365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112717787721518365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112717787721518365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112717787721518365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-guily-is-absolutely-positively.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112656354515718183</id><published>2005-09-12T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:19:05.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went skimboarding...&lt;br /&gt;Today I went running...&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112656354515718183?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112656354515718183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112656354515718183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112656354515718183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112656354515718183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-yesterday-i-went-skimboarding.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112623790722882559</id><published>2005-09-08T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:51:47.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/200/DSC00138.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dog collie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112623790722882559?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112623790722882559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112623790722882559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112623790722882559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112623790722882559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-my-dog-collie.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112622302644223619</id><published>2005-09-08T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:18:07.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it funny that i've always wanted to put up a blog to chronicle my experience whether it be for me or for my friends that want an update but never had a chance. But, now that i've gotten the chance to set up my blog i've found that getting frustrated is inevitable because I don't know how to spiffy up my blog like the other people I know who do have blogs. Sure, I can tell you what kernicterus is, gastroesophgeal reflux disease, metaplasia from squamous epithelium to adenocarcinoma, and etc... BUT I can't, figure out how to put links other friends' websites on the side of this page. It's like rocket science to me. Hmmmm... maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16525467-112622302644223619?l=studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/feeds/112622302644223619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16525467&amp;postID=112622302644223619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112622302644223619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16525467/posts/default/112622302644223619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studentdocwithapassport.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-find-it-funny-that-ive-always-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>studentdocwithapassport</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10877626377035508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/273/7834/320/DSC001381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16525467.post-112623560766048111</id><published>2005-09-08T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:13:27.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored. So I doddled alittle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Red: In the last 24 hours have you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cried? nope&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kissed someone? nope .... this is getting sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lied? maybe&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of your house? Hmmmm.... considering that I don't live at home anymore... so nope&lt;br /&gt;Laughed really hard? nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten sick? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hung out with a friend?  does studying in the library count?&lt;br /&gt;Got your feelings hurt? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been lied to? i hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you saw someone shoplift? yeah... I would tell, because THAT would be against the honor code&lt;br /&gt;If a loved one died? I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a friend lied to you? I'd prolly punch 'em (in my head) then realize i'm prolly not going to be able to trust this person for a very long time  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If your GF // BF were cheating on you? break up with 'em... &lt;br /&gt;If something really embarrasing happened to you?: I'd prolly laugh and ask "hey, did you see what just happened?!"&lt;br /&gt;If someone isulted you:  I'd just smile, it's just sad that people have to insult other people just to make themselves feel better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you found out a teacher at your school was a drug dealer:  ask for some drugs like stuff to keep you awake for studying.... i'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;If something really bad happened to sliced your finger off or something else?  Knowing me, i'd prolly stare at my finger until someone says "ohmygosh, you cut off your finger" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellowish orangy color: Your Emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you tend to cry a lot? nope... at least not when I think i'm gonna embarass myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Are you really emotional? yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you get really bad mood swings? nope...i don't think i've ever had a mood swing&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to get annoyed easily? sometimes with the right people annoy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What annoy's you the most? not being about to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do your feelings get hurt easily?  depends on the right people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If another person said something mean about you, would it matter to you what they said?  Not really, only people who would say mean things about other people are people who don't like themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Does it bother you if people talk shit on you?  only if it affects me such as getting dates&lt;br /&gt;Does food change how you feel?  yeah... i love food&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cut // done drugs to feel better?  HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green: Your Apperance..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are you tall or short? 5'0...i'm a shortie&lt;br /&gt;What color hair do you have? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Do // have you dyed your hair? nope but the saloon people keep telling me that I need highlights... i thnk they want my money&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes do you have? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glasses // contacts? glasses&lt;br /&gt;Do you want color contacts? doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your attractive?  i feel good about myself!&lt;br /&gt;Do other people think your attractive? hmmmmm... i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If your a girl do you wear make up? // If your a guy, does it bother you when girls pile on make up? make up... i don't even know what masscara is or where you would find lip liner in the super market... i always gotta ask my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue: Your Social Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What group are you in at school? no group...I like everyone (but i do have a group of friends)&lt;br /&gt;How did you get into that clique? "Hi, my name is Terry!" &lt;br /&gt;Is there a group you wish you were in? the cool kid's group! hahahahahahhaha jk... naw my friends are already cool&lt;br /&gt;Is there a clique your clique hates? haha..I'm not in a gang..geez!&lt;br /&gt;What do you normally do on the weekends? study! hang out... eat... watch a movie... whatever! but mostly study... &lt;strong&gt;i can't help it... i'm in MED SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What do you normally do on school nights? study study study!&lt;br /&gt;Do you go on single dates // group dates? uuuhhhh.... what's a date, i've never been on one&lt;br /&gt;What would you do for a first date? dinner, movie, and hope for my very 1st kiss if I really like the person&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to parties? hmmmm.... how about group outtings?&lt;br /&gt;What is your "Label"? hmmm... a "label" has a bad cognitive meaning, hopefully i don't have a label &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple: You Wish..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had three wish's what would they be? hmmmm.... it's a secret but one I will tell is that I wish I would actually talk to people I like or have crushes on... that would make my life much more easier... but hey... who said life was easy&lt;br /&gt;Why would they be your wishes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you could give your best friend anything, what would it be? my friendship..duh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why would you give them that? It's free...and I'm poor..haha&lt;br /&gt;What is your "Dream House"? big!&lt;br /&gt;What is your "Dream Car"? anything..sexxxxxy!&lt;br /&gt;What is your "Dream Life"? to be happy and to feel accomplished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What charateristics would your Perfect GF\wife // BF\Husband have? HONEST..trustworthy...funny...silly...serious..smart...nice...has to have this "ummmpphhh" to them...has to love God&lt;br /&gt;What would they look like? exotic!&lt;br /&gt;Where would you live? whereever my family is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What characteristics do you look for in a GF // BF? hmmm... it depends...&lt;br /&gt;Apperance wise, what are you attracted to? smile, hair, physique, the way they wear their clothes that make me say, "damn... sooo sexy" or "ahhhhh... so hot"... take my breathe away if you please&lt;br /&gt;How long was your longest relationship? how about 0 months since i've never had one before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who was it with? NO ONE&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think it lasted that long? because no-one asked me out!  MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Why did you guys break up? i dunno, the right question would be,  "why don't you have anyone in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;Who was your favorite? ummmm...&lt;br /&gt;Why were they your favorite? lets move on to a different subject please... MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing the opposite sex has done // said to you? some guys are nice and some guys are just jerks... i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Who broke your heart? 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