<?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-2518241390093263512</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:11:27.250-05:00</updated><category term='naive'/><category term='forget'/><category term='Help'/><category term='return'/><category term='Safe'/><category term='weird.'/><category term='back'/><category term='poem'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='Stairs'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='Caring'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='prove'/><category term='art'/><category term='Change'/><category term='treatment'/><category term='debate'/><category term='embarass'/><category term='hope'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='Saturday.'/><category term='Stories.'/><category term='Food'/><category term='class'/><category term='voice'/><category term='Past'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='ambition'/><category term='update'/><category term='young'/><category term='special'/><category term='lectures'/><category term='idea'/><category term='realationships'/><category term='newspaper'/><category term='expensive'/><category term='college'/><category term='website'/><category term='Greeting'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Broken'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='life'/><category term='day'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='people'/><category term='weekdays'/><category term='Layout'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pain'/><category term='comfort zone'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Memory'/><category term='phrase'/><category term='supplies'/><category term='meetings'/><category term='project'/><category term='broke'/><category term='professor'/><category term='questions'/><category term='Saturdays'/><category term='Tricks'/><category term='silent'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Litewaves and Distant Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to reflect and remember. This is where I will tell my stories. A place to vent, cry, complain, maybe even scream. But it's a safe place... just for me.

(Maybe the world too)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-7848147986726475622</id><published>2010-08-07T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T05:57:01.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>After A Long While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;(Saturday: Riddles and Questions)&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sometimes it's good to take a break every now and again~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again folks. I must apologize for leaving for a really long time. Alot of stuff has happened to me during this time. But don't worry, I finally decided to get back to blogging. Permenantly.... I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, life for me hasn't been all that wonderful lately. Heck it hasn't even been all that good or decent. Just bareable and tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this summer, I found out I couldn't go back to the college I was attending, due to financial reason.&lt;br /&gt;That really sucked, and even though I promised my friends at college I would return after 2 semesters, I have a feeling I won't be able to go back. Which really made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;However, I wasn't just sad because of that. No, there was other underlying things. But that's for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to what this blog is for on Saturdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddles or Questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry though, the riddles will have to wait for this time, I haven't heard, read, or solved any good riddles lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead will be a Q &amp;amp; A segment.&lt;br /&gt;This is how this will work. Sometimes, if I ever get more readers, I will post questions I get and I will answer them. If I don't get any, then I will just take them from my Formspring account. At the end I will post 3 Questions I want you, the reader to answer. Whether it is in my comments, or emailed, I don't care. Just answer them.&lt;br /&gt;Sound fair? Okay let the questions flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: What is one thing you wish to accomplish in life, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: Well the only thing I wish to accomplish in my life, is to know that I had made an impact on someone's life. Generally speaking, I think I just flow in life, and I don't know if I really did anything great. But if I knew one person who I changed their life, in a positive way, then I would be happy with that accomplishment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: How have you been?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: I guess I'm okay, not super or oustanding, but just okay. I'm getting by, and that to me seems enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: What types of books do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: That's a tough call... I generally like books that are inspiring, and make me wish that was like real life. I sometimes like fantasy books, maybe even some adventure. Romance and Friendship stories are also good. Angsty books are always interesting to read as well. I won't however, read the Horror, Science Fiction, or anything that will make me fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: What's your opinion on society today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: Hm... in all honesty, I think our society is messed up. We praise people for doing stupid things, and if we don't we ignore it. Sometimes its helpful to acknowledge idiocity because it helps people learn. However, we glorify people who do stupid things. Also society, while it seems to have gotten better, is still very judgemental and picky. I just think society has gone from an "I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN"to an "I CAN DO THIS IF SOMEONE ELSE DOES IT TOO!"&amp;nbsp; Seriously, people who think they are individuals aren't really. I am not an exception either. I tend to be a follower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have for my questions, I hope it wasn't too boring. I'm starting to think they reminded me of a essay answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now it's your turn to answer some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my questions for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) If you could wish for one thing to happen to you, what would you want to wish for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Would you go back in time to relive a period of time, or to rewrite you own past?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Who's mostly in control of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I really have time for today guys.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't be writing into the morning hours, but I couldn't really sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Restless-Yet-Tired,&lt;br /&gt;~AdmiralSol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-7848147986726475622?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/7848147986726475622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-long-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/7848147986726475622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/7848147986726475622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-long-while.html' title='After A Long While...'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-1090821996607157667</id><published>2010-02-21T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:19:29.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast From A Memorial Past</title><content type='html'>&amp;lt;(Sunday: Reflecting on the Past)&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~There are times where we want to just give it up, but then we see a flicker of hope..~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi folks, I just wanted to apologize, especially for not coming back immediately after I said I would. I've been really busy with what not, school, and my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stated before, I would make my Sunday's Reflection days on my past. That way you guys, or who ever reads this blog, will get a sense of who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's begin with an interesting moment from my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I remember this memory correctly. Honestly, it was probably due to this event that I do not remember things really all that well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 3 - 4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had woken up that day, in my families first apartment here. This was before I went to school, and before I knew about the world outside the house. I also was sleeping in my parents room still at this time. Anyways, I walked out of the room, and my mom asked me if I wanted pancakes for breakfast. I got so excited. I loved pancakes, still do actually. My sisters were still sleeping I think during this part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat at the table on his chair, that I had to jump, or crawl up to sit up. Then I remember I was swinging my legs, and just waiting for the pancakes. Remember folks, when you're a kid, while waiting for something you really want at the time, you feel like it feels like forever. So being the impatient kid I was, I ask my mom if I can go out to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back, I don't know why I asked that. I didn't have friends around the area. We lived by a busy street. There was also nothing to do outside in the area. But I had said I was going to do that. As I headed out the door, after my mom said it was okay as long as I stay within the sight of the window of the kitchen, I fell down. Did I mention that we lived on the second story of a building, and the way up to our apartment was a long staircase. I'm assuming you can infer what happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember, as falling, tumbling, and flipping down the stairs, my world going black around my eyes. When I reached the bottom, I remember feeling really scared, and not being able to move. I think I passed out, wait no I did. I don't know what happens after that though. I just remember hearing voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I did come too, I was on the couch in the living room. I was really confused, and disoriented. My mom then walked in and looked so happy. You could tell she was concerned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was dinner time and night fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the biggest bruise on my nose, and forehead. That folks is a blast from my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed this little story. I guess it explains why I don't remember things well, either that or how my mind is kind of messed up. I think i might have damaged something in my head, but I'm fine by medical standards. This is just my thought on how my brain works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I hope you learned something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace folks~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salazar De Almont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-1090821996607157667?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/1090821996607157667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/02/blast-from-memorial-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/1090821996607157667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/1090821996607157667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/02/blast-from-memorial-past.html' title='A Blast From A Memorial Past'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-96428281973176642</id><published>2010-02-08T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:29:34.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Forgetful much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Isn't funny how when you thought you forgot something, it slowly comes floating back to your heart?~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That basically sums up my feelings at the moment. Sorry about that folks, or those who do wish to read this blog. I totally forgot this thing existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me bring everyone up to par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing a MMO called GrandChase. Yeah, that game is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;I try to play it whenever I have down time. People in that game are nice enough, some are very interesting to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. I realized recently that my account on GrandChase says I'm female. Okay, not that recently, but a good month or so ago. I was wondering why people in that game were slowly getting crushes on me, and what not. I should tell them, but I think dropping hints should be enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know what to make of this year in College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my school, the people and the teachers. They are so helpful, so kind, so considerate. I mean sure there are so bad apples and coconuts out there. But that's besides the point. This school is glorious if you look for the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, any school could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just so we're clear, I've decided to use this blog in order to vent out things, and post some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day will be assigned a different task. Since this is Monday I shall start the week there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Ranting&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Photography&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Snippet of a story.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Ranting&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Riddles and Questions&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Reflection of the Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mondays and Fridays are my days where you guys can learn about me alittle more, and my life.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays I will put up some photography I have taken.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays I will share some poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays I will share a few paragraphs of a story I've written.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays is more interactive.&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday I will reflect on my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Wilt thou change this world...or wilt thou change thyself?&lt;/i&gt;" - &lt;b&gt;Water Dragon (Chrono Cross)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think it, live it, let it absorb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-96428281973176642?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/96428281973176642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/02/forgetful-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/96428281973176642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/96428281973176642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2010/02/forgetful-much.html' title='Forgetful much?'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-7828086560746307383</id><published>2009-10-14T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:30:28.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Wednesday People... Guess what that means?</title><content type='html'>~It's another Poetry Day!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, After being silent for a week and 3 days. PROJECT SILENT is somewhat over. By that I mean I can talk again. But I'm not sharing my results or the phrases with people anymore. Why? Because EVERYONE, let me down, they got me talking for I gave them an alternate way to get me talking. But I'm not sharing my reason/results until I they do finish my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I'm going to be really evil now... I'm going to enter silent mode when either of the following happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone calls me something, That something I'm not sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be silent to that person, when they do a certain action/want to find out my results/reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, you better be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the by, Wednesdays when I update, are Poetry days Remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me next time, what you guys want me to write about... I'm going to take request for a while.&lt;br /&gt;This weeks poem is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Ray Ceasar Almirante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the clock&lt;br /&gt;I heard a chime&lt;br /&gt;Again I wished&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror came to view&lt;br /&gt;With someone else in sight&lt;br /&gt;Was that guy even there&lt;br /&gt;Or did I see something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked passed&lt;br /&gt;The blooming buds&lt;br /&gt;A thought had came&lt;br /&gt;And my heart went "thud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running now&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where&lt;br /&gt;I just know I am gone&lt;br /&gt;From the place that your not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I wish you did&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard&lt;br /&gt;For me to say&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed&lt;br /&gt;To be a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is this thing&lt;br /&gt;That you find life happier&lt;br /&gt;With or without me now&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wish for you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you hear this phrase&lt;br /&gt;I just know this is true&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;won't be your favorite&lt;br /&gt;Not for a while, to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can&lt;br /&gt;Do one last thing&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile&lt;br /&gt;To make that clock ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't regret this&lt;br /&gt;It the only way too&lt;br /&gt;Unless you didn't tell &lt;br /&gt;And you won't, not quite, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now folks...&amp;nbsp;I don't really like the title... Suggest new titles for it please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-7828086560746307383?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/7828086560746307383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-people-guess-what-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/7828086560746307383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/7828086560746307383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-people-guess-what-that-means.html' title='Wednesday People... Guess what that means?'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-3222105047147464526</id><published>2009-10-05T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:35:31.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Day 2... Of Project S.I.L.E.N.T</title><content type='html'>This is just an update..Basically I've done one complete day of silence, meaning not talking. I'm still communicating, just not with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've gotten mixed reactions. But oh well. I will be determined. I want this project to succeed... or at least prove something to people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Entering Day 2, which actually is the first day of classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-3222105047147464526?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/3222105047147464526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-of-project-silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/3222105047147464526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/3222105047147464526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-of-project-silent.html' title='Day 2... Of Project S.I.L.E.N.T'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-5431941657916480187</id><published>2009-10-04T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:41:48.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatment'/><title type='text'>Day One of The Project is Now In Effect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~I'm trying out an experiment~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put alot of thought into this project. I'm going to initate it starting whenever I am awake. Basically, the project is this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Silly Innocent Loquacious Equals No Talking... in other words Project S.I.L.E.N.T. Yeah I know, bad name. But I decided upon this project on one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I am weird. I say the weirdest things. Because I do that alot, mostly around males, I have the conclusion that it is because I say the first thing on my mind! Well no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say weird things anymore... you know why? Because from now on, I'm going to remain silent. I'm not going to say any words with my voice. I'm going to communicate through writing on a wipe board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crazy right? Well frankly it's weird. Also it won't be easy. But I need to do this. I need to find out something. It's not just for me, no... I want to prove something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice, its annoying... but I'm going to try to change something. Make my voice heard, without my vioce being heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see if people really do pay attention to me, maybe if they really care about what I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mainly is the driving force of this project. If I really can go a long time without actually talking, well that will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm not talking. I'm either going to write on the board, or I'm going to start when someone actually says a certain phrase I want to hear. I'm not going to share that phrase here however. Because if someone I know reads this, then they will say it just to get me to talk. Therefore, I'm not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.... So for the upcoming days in this blog... I'm going to update the situation. If people don't notice... or if people don't care... then frankly last Saturday was the last day they were going to hear me talk. Because I'm sick of it. I'm sick of talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the strongest voice, is the one not heard at all&lt;/strong&gt;"-Someone Else, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it, Live it, let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;strong&gt;How long do you think I will last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and goodbye voice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-5431941657916480187?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/5431941657916480187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-one-of-project-is-now-in-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5431941657916480187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5431941657916480187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-one-of-project-is-now-in-effect.html' title='Day One of The Project is Now In Effect.'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-5096856603989364971</id><published>2009-09-29T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:01:01.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Shall Now Be Poetry Day.</title><content type='html'>~Reflecting on things is always hard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if these things aren't always the best thing that you would like to remember. But seriously though, everyone needs to reflect. Reflecting on how something turned out, or how you felt, is only really the main thing that really helps people grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of talking about my problems and situations, I am going to devote my Wednesdays to writing poetry again. I know, I haven't written poetry in such a long time. But I think it's about due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this blog's first Poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Chance, A Meeting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Ray Ceasar Almirante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you once before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the arms of another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you a third time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being loved by my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you by chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the time wasn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yearning in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You still didn't see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met you once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Loving my older&lt;br /&gt;I turned away&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my pain&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to meet me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't bear to see&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you another time&lt;br /&gt;When I can no longer feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... maybe not the best poem out there. Heck it might not even be a poem. But to me, it is a poem. Because poems don't have to rhyme or have structure. They could be free and loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell, just for today at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I shall try to update this more often from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't need actions, when the words speak so much."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it, think it, and let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;b&gt;What do you guys believe is Poetry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-5096856603989364971?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/5096856603989364971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdays-shall-now-be-poetry-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5096856603989364971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5096856603989364971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdays-shall-now-be-poetry-day.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Shall Now Be Poetry Day.'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-4298631252879296980</id><published>2009-09-24T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:52:56.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>I hate this... I just really... Hate this...about myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Something got triggered~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop. I was talking to&amp;nbsp; a guy friend the other day. It was all in good fun, and he was talking about somethings. Things such as how much he loves someone else. Now normally, someone would be totally fine with that, and encourage the person to go after that person. Instead, I felt my heart get heavy... and it was really weird. Like I had no idea why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So further into the conversation.... I tried lightening the mood for myself. So I tell him, that at one point I admired him, and that I thought he was a cute, funny guy. Normally again, guys would either be flattered, or appalled at the thought. But instead he asks;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you had a crush on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the moment, I felt like I had to be honest, so I said yes. Then he asked me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still have a crush on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what to say at the moment... but it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why I am so comfortable around him, why I smile when he is around. Why did I feel better when he was around. Then I knew it... I still had a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got confused, while I was still talking to him... cause I thought I was crushing on some other guy. I guess I got over it already. Mainly because he was straight, and he was never interested in me that way. But he is still my friend, at least I hope he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I started thinking, 'wow, how the heck do I still have a crush on him!' Then everything just snowballed from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind thought of things that made no sense to me... Like all the past crushes I had crushes on, I noticed something. They either dated my sister, were mean to me, or had their eyes on someone in my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when they weren't involved with family members, they were totally mean to me. As in they treated me like dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those involved with my family, they are already taken... so that was out of the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thing is, I would always just brush these feeling off... Like they were nothing... For some reason though... I feel really horrible about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a brother first, a cousin second, a friend third! I don't want to have these feelings for people who have their hearts on someone I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why... why do I have these feelings? Why does my heart hurt everytime I see them with someone I care about...&lt;br /&gt;Someone please answer me... I don't think I could handle thing like this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;When times seem darkest, and your heart feels like it's in millions of pieces, then just pick up the pieces, and give them to someone else.&lt;/b&gt;" - Annonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it, Live it. Let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;b&gt;Why do fools fall in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-4298631252879296980?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/4298631252879296980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-this-i-just-really-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/4298631252879296980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/4298631252879296980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-this-i-just-really-hate.html' title='I hate this... I just really... Hate this...about myself.'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-5588315422330280463</id><published>2009-09-16T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:00:26.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><title type='text'>Am I Being Too Ambitious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Once I've decided something... I try to go for it.~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't really updated recently people. Thanks for reading who ever keeps track of this blog! You guys are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me bring you folks up to date. Remember near the end of my last post, I had told you guys that I recently had joined the College Newspaper? Well I have an interesting story to share with you guys about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the college newspaper committee meeting, I didn't expect to be assigned anything off the bat, or to pitch ideas. I had asked to see a copy of the paper, to see how it was like. I notice they didn't have anything interactive. So I propose the idea for a riddles and puzzles section. They liked it and said I could do it. So, I had worked hard for three days, preparing this part. Then after I send in my rough copy, later that day, I get an email, saying it can't be used, it's too big... I told them I could resize it, but they say in the nicest way possible "can you find something else to write about?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I would be mad, but I calmed down, and tried to look for something happening at college on Friday night, that I could possibly cover. But since this is a suitcase school, and most people go home on weekends... the pump was dry. Which made me frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that day that someone I believe was sent to help me in the time of need. I don't really care who sent me this person, I'm just glad they did. This person was Ysabel. After talking to her about my day, and situation, she proposed to me to go the Sock Hop this club was holding. I agreed, for this reason... I had nothing else to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get there, I realized that it is the perfect opportunity to write something. Something that no one really knew about! So I spent all that night coming up with my article. Then sent in the rough draft to the editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they tell me to take things out, and make it less like a story/play-by-play, and more into an article. I have no idea what that means. But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this fiasco, I got to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow, there really isn't a place for people to just submit the funny, clever, thoughtful, entertaining stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after talking to my friend, Amy, she said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they don't want your ideas, take them elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm in the process right now... I've decided to make a general interest magazine for the college, or even a student run fun website. Maybe even both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already found a teacher willing to be an advisor, as long as I provide a solid presentation for this.&amp;nbsp; I have alot of research, time, and effort needed ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to it, this isn't going to be one of those times, I want to start something, and don't. No I'm determined. I really want this to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have proclaimed my idea to many other people, some of them are willing to help, others thought it would be a great idea for the college. So I'm reassured that this isn't just a crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, I need alot of people, about 10 or so, to help, because these main ten people, will help me put it together. If I could turn this into a club, get more members, then that would make this dream much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're From my college which is RCNJ, or if you know someone going there or is here, then tell them about my idea! Tell them! contact me at my e-mail as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope I have luck on my side for now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nothing is Impossible, In fact the word itself has the words I'm Possible" &lt;/b&gt;-Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it, think it, or let it absorb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;b&gt;"Do you think I'm being to Ambitious for a freshmen?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace people,&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-5588315422330280463?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/5588315422330280463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-being-too-ambitious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5588315422330280463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5588315422330280463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-being-too-ambitious.html' title='Am I Being Too Ambitious?'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-972611119978854118</id><published>2009-09-11T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:24:06.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lectures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naive'/><title type='text'>*Sigh* So This is What It's Like to Be Stood Up and in College...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~I now know the feeling~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Today was a very, very eventful day.&amp;nbsp;I went back to my World Civ I, class. I was expecting today, which was a lecture day, to be simple. Yet again, I was in for a surprise. Apparently my college life has been full of surprises. Me no likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor presented the information on a powerpoint. Which I was totally fine with. But then she would only spend like 30 seconds to a minute on each slide! I had learned my first college lesson. If you are going to take notes, either take notes quickly, or just continue writing and pay attention to what the professor is saying. I felt like I never had time to look up and see the power point. I was constantly writing for about 1 hour and a half. Also the information I learnt that day, well there was so much! I felt like my brain was going to collapse on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the class was very enjoyable. My professor already likes me as a student. YAY POINTS!&lt;br /&gt;I think its because I asked alot of questions about what she was saying. I mean I did the reading, but some of the things she was talking about wasn't in it. So curiosity got the better of me and I started asking questions. I probably&amp;nbsp;annoyed some people, because I made her talk more. But I don't care, I'm here to learn things and broaden my horizons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise today, was I got a text message from someone. I don't really remember who it was from, but they told me to meet them at the commuters lounge. So I go there, and I met some new people. Talked with some people, yada yada. I waited for hours there, and saw people come and go. At about 10:30 I realized I just got stood up. By someone I don't remember who! Oh if you're wondering "why doesn't he just check his inbox?" That was a wonderful idea, but I cleared it out after getting their message. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, two surprises on the same day! Wait there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of got somewhat pissed today as well. Well people were talking about something. These people then bring up someone I know, doing something that impacted something. So I naturally ask what happened. Guess what they respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, don't worry about it, you're too young."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Why am I always too young? When will I be old enough to know things? I know people like how I'm all innocent and what not, but c'mon, I don't want to be ignorant about everything. I sound so naive about everything alot of time. People think thats cute, but I think it makes me feel stupid. I want to be informed! I don't think I'm that young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's because I still have the mentality of a child. I don't respond well to some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so I guess its kind of my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So today's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how fast lectures go..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got stood up by someone unknown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still too young to know anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yup! That's a little snippet of my life for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living wears you out."&lt;/strong&gt; ~&amp;nbsp;Anton Chekhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, Live it, or Let it Absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;strong&gt;"How is it possible for people to get right back up when they fall?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Peace people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also happened to join my college newspaper. I'm doing the puzzles/riddles section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-972611119978854118?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/972611119978854118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-so-this-is-what-its-like-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/972611119978854118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/972611119978854118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-so-this-is-what-its-like-to-be.html' title='*Sigh* So This is What It&apos;s Like to Be Stood Up and in College...'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-5144750917313964438</id><published>2009-09-07T19:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:23:40.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive'/><title type='text'>I Now Know Why College Students are BROKE! AHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Money gets spent everywhere~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to go shopping for my art supplies for my fundamentals of drawing class. Boy, was I in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hadn't realized that my Art professor was being so specific with what to buy on the list, but when I was there. I couldn't find any of the things I needed right away. By the by, I went to a store called Pearl Paint. First things I needed on the list were 3 of the four sketchbooks. Those had to be 18" x 24" one spiral and one not, 100 pages, medium weight, and all purpose paper. When my sister, Macky, and I had found them, they were $20 and up. That is pretty cheap, but for both together that would be $40 something. And neither of them were spirals. I just couldn't find a spiral that had over 100 sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to look for the pens, which I was able to find easily. After came the Vine Charcoal, which Masay, my sister's friend, told me I could take some of hers. Then I went to find the pastels, for they were in the same aisle. That was such a pain, because I needed 6 certain colors, but none of the boxes had said what colors were in them. Also, the single pastels that you could buy, didn't have my colors. So I ended up buying a 24 pastel one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of&amp;nbsp; my excursion around the store was well, interesting. Things were just organized in things I was not used to. Eventually I did find everything. But the things that were such a pain to find where these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint Brushes (#2 or #8 and 1" flat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 page, all purpose paper, Sketchbooks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pastels( 6 hues)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Soft Chalk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the end, everything cost a little over $120.00, with the student discount. But if I think about it, that is not that much. This is my first exposure to expenses. Shows what I knew. I mean I knew if you took a science/medical/business major, your books would be mad expensive. My books were not all that expensive. In fact, my books equaled the amount for my art supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lesson I learned. You should always try to find things yourself, and if you can't ask, but don't get what they tell you to buy, unless it's absolutely last resort. Why? Employees generally point you to the most expensive things, despite there being cheaper ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know however, if I went somewhere else, it would have been more expensive. Art supplies are generally expensive in general. I think I got off easy, and I bought a ton of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Alas, college students are broke because professors tell us to buy too many things. Does it look like we are made of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you want to feel rich, just count the things that you have that money can't buy"&lt;/b&gt; - Ancient Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, live it, or let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;b&gt;Why are there so many people who don't know the value of money? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of fun people, especially those who don't have freedom from school anymore...*like me*&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-5144750917313964438?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/5144750917313964438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-now-know-why-college-students-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5144750917313964438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5144750917313964438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-now-know-why-college-students-are.html' title='I Now Know Why College Students are BROKE! AHHH!'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-2418056323572671695</id><published>2009-09-05T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:32:22.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Saturday is Memory Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Welcome to the Past of My Mind~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided, as of right now and beyond, that every Saturday will be a day of remembering the past. The past is a tool for learning and moving foward. Not that I'm saying you should cling to the past, no, but you should hold on to ones that really made a difference. The memories that keep you happy, and the times that keep you sane, especially when things get tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us venture into my mind then. I shall go into my earliest memory! Um... let's see what is one thing that really changed my life at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about three years old. My family lived in a apartment, somewhere. There was a really big staircase that led to our apartment. Now at this time I am really frightful of heights. So I dreaded going up and down these stairs. Sometimes I would ask my mom or dad to pick me up and carry me up the stairs. Anyways, one day, my mom was making pancakes. I remember because the whole kitchen smelled like baking stuff and maple syrup. It was early in the morning, I think... So while my mom was cooking, and my sister's and I were waiting at the table, she wanted one of us to check if there was any mail yet. Actually she told my elder sister Ariane. But Ariane didn't want to go, so she whispered to me to go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I knew I was afraid of the stairs, but at that time I adored my sister. I would do anything she told me. So I run to the door and was about to go down the stairs. After that, I just remember loud thumping noises, and pain. Apparently, from what I've heard from my family, I had tripped or something and fell down that 30 step staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up, my head was hurting and and started crying. My mom came, after hearing me, and started comforting me. I started feeling better, and my mom then wanted to take picture to celebrate something. Don't really remember what for however. I do remember however, my sisters Ling and Ariane laughing when they saw me. I thought 'maybe they just saw something funny.' So we took the pictures, while doing poses and what not. Then I felt like I had to use the bathroom, then, I saw what was so funny. I saw a big, brown, bruise in between my eyes. In other words on my bridge of my nose. It was huge! I'm not even joking. So I scream and start crying, asking what the heck happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my family told me what had happend. My mom too this day doesn't remember it though, and neither does anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the funny thing about memories. Sometimes you distort them to seem either more dramatic or pleasing. Sometimes, you might be the only one that remembers them. Why I remember this one, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I like this memory, because it destroyed my feeling that I could do anything when I was younger. It made me more aware of dangers and harm. Also told me not to do something for someone else when a person didn't ask you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, they play funny tricks on you. But you got to learn to embrace them. Learn from them, but don't just toss them aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Live a lot, Love many, Laugh much."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, live it, or let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Question: &lt;b&gt;Why do our memories change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Disconnecting from the Past~&lt;br /&gt;Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-2418056323572671695?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/2418056323572671695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-is-memory-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/2418056323572671695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/2418056323572671695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-is-memory-days.html' title='Saturday is Memory Days'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-8745449430986997614</id><published>2009-09-04T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:09:20.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Let's Learn to change the Layout of a Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;~Wowee~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I realized that my blog isn't the most interesting thing to look at. So I have decided to try to learn how do redesign or change the layout of a blog. Now, I know it isn't going to be the most easiest thing to do. After all, I decided to use the Photoshop way. So it's going to be a long, excruciating, complicated process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, it will be a very interesting looking blog. But for the mean time, it is going to looking simple and clean. Hey, maybe "Simple and Clean" could be my theme song for the blog. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had forgotten to eat today. I was just so busy with classes and what not, it didn't really seem that important. Yeah, so I was being really stupid. But I was planning to eat, don't get me wrong. But when I had came to the places to eat at my college, everything, and I mean everything, was closed for the moment. They were planning to re-open for Late Night Dinning. But I'm trying to stay away from that. Don't want to get the freshmen 15. I'm already somewhat chubby, I don't want to get even bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of College, I still haven't found time to work on my stories at all. Oh yeah, I haven't really told you about that. I like to write stories. They are mostly found on Deviant Art or Fictionpress, but I only have a few readers. However, the people who have read some of the chapters, really liked them. I'm hoping one day, I will have alot of readers. But I'm going to have to work hard at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the layout of a blog. Does anybody have any good sites that will teach you how to change and customize a layout for one? If you do, please leave me a remark/comment and/or share what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really new at this stuff. So please help people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You really got to give people a chance, who knows, they could possibly be your best friend one day."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, live it, or let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;b&gt;How can someone be wrong, if everyone thinks they might be right? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Folks~&lt;br /&gt;Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-8745449430986997614?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/8745449430986997614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-learn-to-change-layout-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/8745449430986997614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/8745449430986997614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-learn-to-change-layout-of-blog.html' title='Let&apos;s Learn to change the Layout of a Blog?'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-8725990171826203866</id><published>2009-09-03T19:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:32:07.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarass'/><title type='text'>So Let's Dwell on the Surface of the Water...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~HIYA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, was my official real first day of class(es) at my college. Let me say, I was scared to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are four reasons for that. Shall I list them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I found out I may be the only freshmen in that History class.&lt;br /&gt;~When I walked in, I was stared at.&lt;br /&gt;~I asked a really embarassing question that pointed out my freshmeness.&lt;br /&gt;~I found out that I bought a book I didn't need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely saw no one recognizable, except one girl, who was my sisters friend. But she was with a friend already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bright side however. My teacher is nice. She allows us, the students, to call her by her first name. Relief on my part if you ask me... I couldn't figure out how to pronounce her last name. Also I met a girl named Megan. She was nice to me. Walked with her for a while too. It was ok. She made me feel less intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously folks, there weren't many, if any, freshmen at that history class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Now I have some alone time to myself. I don't really know what I should do. That's another thing I figured at college. You really got to keep yourself busy with something. If not you might find yourself bored, like me! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got to learn to find people. This is really getting out of my comfort zone however. Think I can manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you're confused about something, be confident with your confusion and authentic with your questions. Don't be arrogant because no one on this planet knows everything." &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Marie Tayco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, live it, or let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Should you help others conquer their fears first then your own?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Thanks for Reading!&lt;br /&gt;~Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-8725990171826203866?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/8725990171826203866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-lets-dwell-on-surface-of-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/8725990171826203866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/8725990171826203866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-lets-dwell-on-surface-of-water.html' title='So Let&apos;s Dwell on the Surface of the Water...'/><author><name>AdmiralSol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604976664144457582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHpFCvOSqX8/TF0kBEOlOuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KEa9bN0AO4o/S220/Ray-Through-Time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518241390093263512.post-5371215369135355393</id><published>2009-09-02T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:01:18.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Grand Opening! Let's Have Some Opening Remarks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Hello Folks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog. I know it doesn't seem like the most interesting place to be at the moment. But I hope one day it is. At least I want it to be popular one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is going to be filled with stories. Stories about memories from the past, present, or thoughts of whats to come. I want to write things where people can relate to and feel like they know they aren't alone in this world. Now, I know many people won't bother coming here to read my words, but if someone does and it can change their life... Then that would make me happy. I would think that life would be really great then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of this first entry, I'm going to tell alittle about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy, an Asian guy, Filipino to be exact. I'm not your typical guy however. I don't like sports, cars, or those sort of things. I believe there is good in everyone, and I try to find it no matter what. No one is completely evil. However, I do believe that if you give me a reason to not believe or trust you anymore, then I don't. Basically, I "love" everyone, till they show me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many times that people, including myself, just need to vent or talk to someone. I'm hoping this will be a good place for people looking for help. I want to show that people are not alone in this world, that everyone faces problems similar. No one should walk the path of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have something to say about my entry, or if you just want to ask a question leave a comment or something. I'm willing to listen and give feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think you could be anonymous if you want.... I'm not entirely sure. But I will not like hunt you down or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a leaving remark, I will always leave words of wisdom and a question for you to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No one can do everything by themselves, but everyone can do something. If that something helps at least one person, then that means change can happen." &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kat McGee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it, or let it absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are somethings in the world considered taboo topics to talk about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Reading and Welcome~&lt;br /&gt;Salazar De Almont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518241390093263512-5371215369135355393?l=litewavers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/feeds/5371215369135355393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/grand-opening-lets-have-some-opening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5371215369135355393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518241390093263512/posts/default/5371215369135355393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litewavers.blogspot.com/2009/09/grand-opening-lets-have-some-opening.html' title='Grand Opening! 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