<?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-5995263</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:58.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!)@ J@/!/!z /!/ !)@ j@!?</title><subtitle type='html'>You can make life as big as you want to make it...You can fight it you can handle it...You can do what you want if you make the best of it....When it hurts you...You digest the pain and you can never get my trust again...Don't eat the wrong medicine if you don't want to die knowing I even cared... </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-107335567912399142</id><published>2004-01-05T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:34:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/news/images/y/Ying_Yang_Twins/sq-ying-yang-press-koc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/news/images/l/Lil_Bow_Wow/sq-lil_close_for_my_taste.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://s.hotbot.com/lycos_tv/images/liljohn_idontgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-107335567912399142?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107335567912399142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107335567912399142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335567912399142' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-107101952668734612</id><published>2003-12-09T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:26:28.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have you learned and discovered about blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered many things. I learned how to use HTML and I learned how others do their web site now. When I look in a web site, I know right away some basic things they went through into making their website before. As through blogging, I also unleashed all my tension towards my writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://Blogger.com"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://new.blogger.com/images/logo207a.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;Blogger!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-107101952668734612?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107101952668734612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107101952668734612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107101952668734612' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-107096789399677557</id><published>2003-12-09T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T03:05:06.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay I wrote this like November 17. I saved it in my computer and I forot about it until now. Well here is what I wrote b4.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Don’t you hate it when you are so bored and you want to talk to someone on the phone and you can’t contact them? Well, I have to say that that is the worst thing that I really hate! It gets on my nerves! It really makes me feel mad that I can’t talk. Then when I talk and hang up afterwards I become happy and normal again. I only get mad if I can’t contact someone that I need to contact. For my friends, that isn’t much of a worry if I can’t contact them. Only if it is about school stuff or something. What if you’re in school and your ride forgot to pick you up? You try calling but there is a teenager there using the phone forever!  You’ll feel mad and frustrated right? That’s the way I feel. I am saying this because right now, I am BORED! Totally! MAN! Anyone I call is not available! Lyn is sleeping. Carimea is at school in UOG, Robby’s phone is busy, and I don’t want to call Juniver because I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to call anyone in school because I can just talk to them in school. Well while wait Ill I keep typing until someone’s phone finally works and I will just write about whatever that pops in my head. Um…hey man the weekend was cool! Well not really, but it kind of was. I went to the mall on Saturday. I went there for 3 to 9:30. COOL HUH! Well, except for the fact that someone is getting mad at someone for it. My gosh! Just because “HE” couldn’t go he feels mad at “my” friend! But I don’t think that he is still mad. His “cousin” didn’t seem to be so mad. I hope not. I hope they didn’t do anything mad to their selves. Lyn and I were just walking around and then we felt like we needed to do something that will make us feel pumped up in walking. So we just called the cuzns. One of the cuzns was acting normal and for the other…I think he was mad. Then after talking to them, I saw some people from my old skool and people from SBS. Wellllllllllll….Today is my parent’s anniversary?  That’s all I can think of right now. Believe that because it is! Ummmm… Oh yeah I’m going to Lyn’s house on Thanksgiving. There’s going to be a purrty! I know what’s going to happen again. Our aunty is going to say… “Don’t go in the shadows.” That means no to go in the dark. Because that is where the “cuzns” stay. They just stay there in the purrty. That stinks because how will you have fun when you cant even spend anytime with your “friends”? rrrrrrrrr! I don’t got much to say right now so…tatah! Oh yeah and here is a quote everyone should remember: “HOW WILL YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN TRUST THEM OR UNDERSTAND THEM?” Meaning… learn to trust and understand someone before you say you love them. OTEA!!!!!!!!! GET THAT? GOOD! Remember it! It’s going to apply in your WHOLE life!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-107096789399677557?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107096789399677557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107096789399677557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107096789399677557' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-107093633622088410</id><published>2003-12-08T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:37:21.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://khmerbaby4life.jiffyseek.com/images/nelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.zak-o-rama.com/n/nelly-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.iwu.edu/~areynold/picsme/iverson.jpg&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.endlessworld.com/images2/lordoftheringsorlandoauto.jpg width=250&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt; &lt;Strong&gt;Did you faint yet? How long can you stare at dese guys!!!&lt;/Strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-107093633622088410?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107093633622088410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/107093633622088410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093633622088410' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106963921575435243</id><published>2003-11-23T17:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T17:59:18.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://christinaaguilera.com"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.staceysstuff.com/images/christinawall.jpg" width=300&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;!!!Xtina!!!&lt;/A&gt; I love the voice within!!!I don't like her but just go here anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106963921575435243?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106963921575435243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106963921575435243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963921575435243' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-10691499044600158</id><published>2003-11-18T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:36:40.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT FACE="COMIC SANS MS"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=RED&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Wassup! Man I'm bored! Can someone please text me? #988-3846&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/FONT FACE&gt;&lt;/FONT COLOR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-10691499044600158?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/10691499044600158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/10691499044600158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10691499044600158' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106906952024078823</id><published>2003-11-17T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T03:46:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“Friends are angels, that come from above, sent by god, for me to love, so when your lonely, sad, and blue, just remember that I’m here for you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The sky isn’t nothing but clouds in a sea, a boy is nothing but a he, a girl is nothing but a she, and the one who loves you is nothing but me!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“If looks don’t matter then what does? Why do people say it’s your heart? It’s not even good-looking!” (((((Joke, joke, joke!)))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He is green; she is mean; now you have seen the unseen. What’s the unseen?” ((((( It’s corny but hey! It’s something! )))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tremble in my heart; when I hear you it causes a sudden ((((((((((echo)))))))))) and =EaRtHqUaKe=. And even if I become your slave, it doesn’t matter as long as I move in with you in your heart because the earthquake you caused in mine was bad and broke it down. Now I don’t have a heart for you to stay in and a heart for me. Can I go with you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106906952024078823?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106906952024078823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106906952024078823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106906952024078823' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106903531523326490</id><published>2003-11-16T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:15:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed the weekend. Though i didn't go to Art Club on Saturday, I felt bad. Anyways, I couldn't go because I had no ride asnd everyone seemed to be busy. Also I didn't stay home for the whole weekend! I talked to da jamnjar frenz of mine! Well except when I talked to one of them, Rosanne, made me kind of mad, it was like she was ignoring me! So i just gave the phone to Lyn because I didn't feel like talking anymore. After I gave Lyn the phone I was just staring real hard into anything that came my way. My aunty was even saying "What's wrong Jenna your boyfriend dumped you!" "I said no! I wasn't even talking to Robby, and plus! He aint my boyfriend!" Then when I went home yesterday I called Rosanne and we talked for like 5-7 minutes, I think because I hda to eat. when I talked ot her she asked me if I was mad. I'm not mad, really. I just felt like I was being ignored and that she didn't want to talk to me. &lt;IMG SRC="http://www.underwaterworld.com/img/heart21.gif"&gt;It's beginning to heal now!&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106903531523326490?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106903531523326490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106903531523326490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903531523326490' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106903389833555896</id><published>2003-11-16T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:05:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.sbs.edu.gu"&gt;!!!SBCS!!! (Visit mai skool site)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tOp 3 SiTeZ aRe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.orisinal.com"&gt; ORISINAL:&lt;/a&gt;  Da gAmEz hErRe ArE dA bOmB!...WeLL 4 mEeH! Check it out and I hope you enjoy! Da games are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.beatgreets.com"&gt; !BEATGREETS!&lt;/a&gt;i duNNo! I juz gO heRrE aNd cHeCk OuT sOnGs aNd dEr CaRdz. Sometimes in cpu class i go here and play da songs I like, and sometimes it makes me dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://camidy.blogspot.com"&gt;!CaMi's Blogger!&lt;/a&gt;Go herrrrre to Cami's blogger otea! See what she has 2 say! I like her blogger bcuz shes so ADVANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106903389833555896?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106903389833555896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106903389833555896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903389833555896' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106859987174423657</id><published>2003-11-11T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:17:56.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!LET THIS BE A LESSON TO EVERONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106859987174423657?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106859987174423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106859987174423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859987174423657' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106859953322664105</id><published>2003-11-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:13:11.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who or what has had a strong influence in your life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a good guess! Who do you think? Well ofcouse it's my buddy Rosanne. Yahah! Also Melody. Melody is my best firned. Infct I have a lot of best friends. Sometimes your best friend isn't yor friend but after every arguement you may encounter, she is still your friend or best friend. Friends make a big difference to me. Without friends where will I be? Where will you be? What will happen to life, itself? What would people do? Friends sometimes are not the best thing for you at times, but it helps you pull through. Thank you to all my friends! You guys are the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.momzone.com/postcards/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!GOSSIP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106859953322664105?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106859953322664105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106859953322664105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859953322664105' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106854905487388997</id><published>2003-11-11T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T03:10:59.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wrote this before and I saved it in my computer. Well I just want to put in herrrre to let you guys know me morrrrre about when I was mad. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the most heart aching, excruciating, and painful thing in your life? If you have, I bet it is nothing compared to the things that are going on with me these days. I don’t think anyone appreciates me. That is nothing but the truth! I don’t even feel that my parents do. I’m so problematic. I can’t handle all this pandemonium! What do I do? I mean there isn’t anyone to talk to and with someone who will listen and understand. I know someone who is there for me, but sometimes we can’t communicate with each other due to some problematic difficulties. It’s not between us because we are good friends. It’s between our problems. Or rather “my” problems! SEE! I’m so frustrated! That’s one of the problems that I have. There are even more than that! I get mixed up in school and I don’t think that there is anyone there to help me out. I SURRENDER! I need someone to guide my SO TOTALLY MESSED UP LYPHE and me! Man but you need to be one of my good friends first. I don’t need help from boys right now, too. So please don’t waste your time, breathe, and air on something not worthy enough live. This blog entry, as you see, I am so confused and really don’t know what path in life to take! If I can ever pick a place to live right now maybe I’d want to live far way from where I am, hit my head on a big, heavy rock, and hopefully don’t know myself, and start back at kindergarten in some far away place maybe Uranus! (I’m not lying! I’m serious here so don’t think that I’m so corny) If you think that I am over reacting then maybe you are! Think about the troubles that I am bypassing! Can you handle the pressure? Why can’t I just be Michael Jackson? At least someone’s going to like me one way or another. That good friend of mine, you will be surprised to find out, is older than me, not the same gender, and is someone that I have known for about almost a month. Well if I continue this blog entry maybe I’ll get a heart attack so this is all for now. Expect more heavy-word sayings from me because I know that this isn’t the last time I will be feeling this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 10, 2003-I put the date so you know when this was because you know that the time of blogger is messed up. It’s showing the wrong date and time. This is the real date.&lt;br /&gt;This is today and I am happy not maddddd! I know that the things I have written so far were about grief and I was mad and sad. Today was so funny. Well sort of. Well anyways after school I just finished on my religion homework. After I finished I used the phone and I was thinking that I was going to call Robby. I figured not to call him first because he might be home or someone else might answer. So I decided to call Juniver first to ask and find out were Robby was. I was so fortunate and lucky to find out that Robby was in his house! Well when we started to talk for maybe about 5-10 minutes, Juniver, the “teacher” was interrupting us because he kept picking up the other phone in thurr house. Well, I’m happy because what he was doing was funny. Though Robby and I couldn’t have our talk, we kept laughing because of what Juniver was telling us. Juinver was complaining to Robby. He was telling Robby not to be shy whenever he’s talking to me. That’s the way Robby acts that’s why. I felt that I wasn’t being liked so whenever Robby becomes quiet I tell him “I think you are on mute. To bad I don’t have your remote controller for you. Can you pick up the volume?” He gets the idea anyways. I guess he knows what I feel when he doesn’t say bye, hi, or greet me at all. I know he’s having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he’s been talking to girl in already 17 days. Of course people! Don’t think badly. He’s just my friend! A good friend. A really good friend. A very, really, good friend. A close friend. Very close friend. That’s all we’ll be for now. I hope that if it goes beyond that, then I hope that it is going to be successful and full of happiness. I’m not going forward okay? I’m just explaining. Well back to where I was: Juniver was explaining not to be shy or act weird around me. He was making fun out of the both of us, but we laughed along. He was acting like a teacher that’s why. He was like he was giving a lecture. Robby and I just kept laughing. When Robby went home I just went on thinking how weird Juniver was acting. Then at 8:30 p.m., I think, I called Robby. His brother answered and he was acting like a weird/crazy bozo. Anyways he gave the phone to Robby and his brother, Daryl, was talking to him while he was talking to me. I can hear in the background that Daryl needed to use the phone. Robby was saying hold on, something, something, then he was saying like very quick, your going to take long, and the brother was like, no like 10 minutes, then Robby said, I know your going to take long. While they were talking in the background I was just laughing to myself. Well, that’s just a piece of my day. I don’t need to tell you guys the rest okay. Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Veteran’s Day! I’m bored man! I talked to Rosanne today. We talked for at least 3 hours. Rosanne is a very good friend to me. She’s better than a sister. She showed me more than what a sister would show. She has shown more love to me than my own parents. My parent’s never spend any time with me. They’re always out. I’m always a loner after school. When they complaint hat I don’t do my best in school and I need to try harder, well, why? I make the best I can. Sometimes I don’t get it but I intend to ask for help. I can admit that sometimes when I don’t get anything I just let it slide by. Well, I need to be treated more like a daughter than a dog in my family. Even if they buy me everything in world, it wouldn’t make me any happier than now. This is why I am thankful for my friend, Rosanne. She’s the nicest person that I have ever met in my whole life. Sometimes she makes me sad or feel bad but I forgive her. She’s just not used to having a close friend like me before. This is why we talk and try to know more about each other. Sometimes I think that she’s the only one there to make me happy. This is why Rosanne is my angel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106854905487388997?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106854905487388997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106854905487388997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854905487388997' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106843042493184530</id><published>2003-11-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:13:49.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...I went to a oarrrty in Saturday! I saw my frenzzzzzze! I was acting so childish man! I made baddd impressions thurrr! Anyways I hope they tdon't think wrong or anything bad. AND NOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS THAT SO CALLED "m.a.h.a.l at work" MANNNNNN! I don't want that mucvh people to know. Only da 5 of my frenzzzze! O well.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106843042493184530?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106843042493184530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106843042493184530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843042493184530' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106809788199574249</id><published>2003-11-05T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:51:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" height="200" background="http://www.boomspeed.com/sfhelpers/blogs/img06.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="73" colspan="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 190; height: 107; overflow: auto; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hell and that's not bad to say because I am tellin the truth! AND I'V SEEN IT! Really! That's the place I live in called life. i don't know why they had to make me come here when I can go straight there. Anyways I'll just follow the footseps life wants me to use on the way to Hell. &lt;br /&gt;____-And so you know i feel like something idk! That's it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/sfhelpers/sf-shop.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106809788199574249?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106809788199574249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106809788199574249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809788199574249' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106809747071992025</id><published>2003-11-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:44:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well im herre in art club...Im so busted from yesterday! 2 times! Idk if i can keep it up though. Man Im in deep something! I neeeeeed help and i need to talk to the person that i bothered about it, but I don't know how because when I call that person is out. i call the cousin but that cousin is also out! MAN! I know now that Destiny doesn't want  me to live and fulfill life. I know that bexause I can feel it. is 12 a good age to comit suicide? I want to but at the same time I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.G is a good teacher, he really is. Why can't there be any teacher's like that in the world? You can even tell him your secrets. if ever I were to pick the best teacher, nbo duh its him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is heck and right now i live in hell! Thats 666 Hellmania, Hellya city. Well idk know waht to do now...seriuosly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106809747071992025?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106809747071992025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106809747071992025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809747071992025' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106799614643336915</id><published>2003-11-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:36:53.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" height="200" background="http://www.boomspeed.com/sfhelpers/blogs/img03.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="73" colspan="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 190; height: 107; overflow: auto; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;="Im boreddddd"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! I'm bored man...well, everyone take care!!! Don't drink beer! If you do, forget you! j/j!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/sfhelpers/sf-shop.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106799614643336915?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106799614643336915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106799614643336915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799614643336915' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106791094991949226</id><published>2003-11-03T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:55:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is your favorite day of the week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite day of the week is Friday. And Saturday and Sunday. So what if it's more than one day. It's my favorite. You know why? Because I can use the phonnnie telephone! All I want. Well I'm always lazy to use the phone. If I don't use the phone it's either I'm busy, grounded, or I don't wanna talk to you. Also if I'm lazy. I also get to get out of the haunted house that is so called my home. I go to my cousins house. Sometime I get to go with them to go somewhere. Sometimes though I can't because my aunty says she doesn't want me to become like those other people. I don't know what she means, but I still follow. Even if I like Friday and the weekend, i didn't enjoy this weekend much. I was beginning tpo enjoy it until yesterday. Ok yesterday was monday but I stilll think that it's a weekend because I had no school. (All souls day)  Well I was on the internet and texting with Robby at the same time. I liked texting with him, but he told me something that I know I can nvber forget. I don't know if it's alright  to tell what he and Juniver did though so sorry if you really want to know. I cannot just tell anyone about it. Anyways I really like the weekend and Friday also because there is no school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye 4 now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106791094991949226?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106791094991949226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106791094991949226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791094991949226' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106785809070395317</id><published>2003-11-03T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:50:13.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have advice for everyone:&lt;br /&gt;...DON"T DRINK BEER UNTIL YOUR MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE DON"T DO WEIRD THINGS BECAUSE YOU THINK SOMETHING IS WRONG WHEN IT IS JUST A LITTLE PROBLEM! NEVERMIND! DON'T DRINK BEER AT ALL! IF YOU WANT THEN GO AHEAD BUT IF I FIND OUT.....IM WARNING YOU! J/J, ITS YOUR CHOICE. BE CAREFUL BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WILL CUSE JUST BY A LITTLE THING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106785809070395317?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106785809070395317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106785809070395317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106785809070395317' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106785423378198988</id><published>2003-11-03T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T02:26:51.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II: Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your angel am I&lt;br /&gt;My love is you&lt;br /&gt;Your my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tears drop the pain&lt;br /&gt;We're in love&lt;br /&gt;They're insain&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about the others&lt;br /&gt;When there is you&lt;br /&gt;My heart will surrender&lt;br /&gt;When you make me blue&lt;br /&gt;This had never happened yet&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it will not&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll crush the flowers &lt;br /&gt;And your heart I will drop&lt;br /&gt;Patience is all it takes &lt;br /&gt;About one to two years&lt;br /&gt;At SSHS&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Your heart understands &lt;br /&gt;But does your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Makesure we don't drop&lt;br /&gt;In that dark&lt;br /&gt;And scary hole&lt;br /&gt;of Terror and Grief&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to cellies and telephones&lt;br /&gt;But if we ride in this one trip ride &lt;br /&gt;Safely we glide&lt;br /&gt;Upon each other's hands&lt;br /&gt;Soon at each others side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4rm: Mahal a.k.a Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106785423378198988?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106785423378198988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106785423378198988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106785423378198988' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106776699327962330</id><published>2003-11-02T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T01:59:40.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUDE! On Friday, I can't believe I went OUT on HALLOWEEN cuz im already 12, TWELVE Labing dalawa, dosse. I went instead of going to Czeska's party. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;SORRY CZESKA!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I had a reason! I slpet in my cuzns house thats why! And they went. BUT EXCEPT FOR CARIMEA AND LYN! They went to Analyns house and ROBBY ans Juniver was there!!!!!! THAT sux! I was gonna go but my aunty had to say no! MANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Lyn and Carimea got to breathe the same air as Robby and Juinver!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Atleast I talked to Robby on the phone. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;PEOPLE IN SBCS YOU KNOW IM NOT TALKING ABOUT ROEBBY OKAY!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;im goin P.i!!!!!! ON DECEMBER!!!!!!!! Im gonna straight my hair again!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106776699327962330?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776699327962330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776699327962330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776699327962330' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106776293456021087</id><published>2003-11-02T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T00:52:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What makes you laugh the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know if I already did this topic yet but I want to do it again and I don?t want to check because I'm lazy. And heyyyyy If you think I am wack because I am writing hole words and not in slang, well, I just want to write long ok! Hehe!)I'm so lazy yet so not?.Never mine you don?t get it. Y Igai ligike Rogobbigy fogor egeveger agand Igai dogon?t ligike daga Roegobbigy igin segevegen begee magan hegee igis wagack.  &lt;br /&gt;	What really makes me laugh is hearing or seeing a guy say funny stuff accidently. You like instead of saying sweep the floor, they'll be like you broom the floor! Isn't that funny? If it's not for you then that?s your prob! I'm kidding! Did you notice that I keep saying just kidding in mostly all my bloggers??? &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Is there too many fighting or violence on TV or do we need more of it?	&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are some restricted and recommend shows unsuitable for children to watch. Yet sometimes they have the chance to see it anyways. Some fights in TV teach us different lessons. Sometimes they're bad influence. Well really I think that its up to the person watching it. It?s there decision if they choose to follow whatever the TV is showing or not. Mostly TV is about choices. You either want to watch -------------- or you either want to watch------------------- You can't really decide but you can find it in yourself to follow or agree with what the TV is showing to you. &lt;br /&gt;	I think that we dont need any more violence on TV because it is just letting others see how to handle their own situations through violence. As I say this I am also saying that this is just my opinion. As I already explained, you need o make the choice yourself. The TV is just there, but you make the choice. You make decision. You choose to choose???.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106776293456021087?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776293456021087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776293456021087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776293456021087' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106776273898172351</id><published>2003-11-02T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:13:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes you mad? Here's an example. Right now I' mad! Here's my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYHPE STINKS WHEN YOU DON"T HAVE ANY COLOGNE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU know man I'm suppose to go to Anigua to swim! Then when my cousins come to my house my mom has to change her mind just because it's night time!!!!!!!! I DON"T EVEN WANT TO SWIM SO WHATS THE PROBLEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have someone to text now, but still!!! It's like my own parent's can't even trust me! Do you feel this? If you do then I don't care! &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;JUST KIDDING&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; And I'm really meaning that im kidding but Im still MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106776273898172351?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776273898172351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106776273898172351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776273898172351' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106742862304352679</id><published>2003-10-29T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T03:57:03.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What makes you feel safe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel safe is my cellieeee phone! really it is! During bad moments I text someone. When I need a ride or i need to call for something important I call! Also some people make me feel safe. You know like when you don't wanna get in trouble and before you fall in tears someone is there to catch you sfely in their arms. I know because I feel safe when I am with my closest friend. NOT A BEST FRIEND OR FRIEND OKAY! AND NOT  BOYFRIEND! &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Well not yet :)&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; just kidding. I and my close friend have a secret, talk on the phone, and yet we are still friends. That's what is safe for me and when it becomes more harder t control there is always a way to made as long as you friend is the right friend for you. I feel safe when I am near dis close friend of mine. So sad still because I haven't seen !?*!3!3Y in how many weeks, but we still are in contact and I talk to my close friend. Sometimes I just laugh in my mind by the distractions my close friend makes. Like my close friend's brother likes to bother and it just seems so funny because I can hear it in the backround!I really fell safe wid my close friend and my celliephone!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106742862304352679?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742862304352679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742862304352679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742862304352679' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106742790263663168</id><published>2003-10-29T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T03:45:03.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who do you talk to when you have a problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Well you can call me crazy but I write a letter to myself and I answer my problems pretending I'm answering someone else's problem. Well if it is really bad and I don't have a clue of what to do I talk to Camille Dy. I can hear people saying that she is a goodie-goodie but you know and friend like that helps! Melody, My best friend I also tell her the things that I need to get off my heavy head. As long as she understands then we are good friends. Friends re very important to me and when I have problem and with no one friends, there isn't anyone there for you but the air! Unless the air helps you then that can help...I guess? Also sometimes I tell my cousin's about my probs. Well, you know because I AM da only child! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106742790263663168?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742790263663168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742790263663168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742790263663168' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106742735180248287</id><published>2003-10-29T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T04:00:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When was your most embarrassing moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most embarrassing moment is when I was in the Poetic Theater contest at Sandcastle. I was a total humiliation! Before that day, Friday, I had slept over my cousin, Carimea’s house, and that was the day I went with her to UOG! Well Friday was a better day for me than on Saturday because on Friday someone called me on the phone and I got scared because my cousins boyfriend said a boy called here and I told him not to call here anymore because you don’t live her;” he said. I am happy even though I got scared because that boy he was talking bout was my friend! Also I never knew that “FrIeNd” of mine ever had the interest to call me. Well, my friend said that his cousin, Juniver, said to call me. I don’t even know why they had to o and call me! It’s so funny to recall the way he explained to me about that boy that called not to call. He wasn’t even a boy…or is he? FIND OUT!  Well, after that I went back to my cousin’s house. Everyone was already going to sleep and my cousin and I was still awake. I was so bored I called my friend Lyn or in school they call her Marline. She was talking to someone in the other line and it was Juniver or shorter Jun and they of course I as bothering their conversation because they were talking first so Lyn said “Hey Jen I’ll call you back in 2 minutes.” I sighed and I was like “That’s so Lyn.” “Lyn called back in only like 30 seconds and Jun was in the other line so there were three of us on the phone. I told Lyn and Jun about the mysterious friend of mine who called and they seemed to be freaking out more than me. So Lyn said again but now different, “I’ll just call you tomorrow.” I just said to myself that how come I can’t talk to both of them man they just have to have time for themselves. Then the phone rang. I picked it up and all I heard was a dial tone!!!!!!!! I got scared and I was thinking of the “The RING!” Then when I hanged up the phone it rang again. I didn’t want to answer at first but my cousin just said to answer it. I answered it and it as QUIET! I kept saying hello and no one said anything!!!!!!!!! After like 10 seconds someone answered. It was a guy!! I got scared because the VOICE was so FAMILIAR!!! It seemed I danced with that voice somewhere in my mind. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;SORRY IF YOU DIDN’T GET THAT&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;! The person asked to speak to Jenna and I said, “Yes? Who’s this? The person said ~R~o~b~b~y~ and I freaked out and I was making signs to my cousin Carimea like I was some sort of mime! My cousin picked up the other phone in the house to see if I wasn’t lying. She heard it and she smiled! &lt;HEY IF YOU”RE THINKING OF ROEBBY TRUONG IN 7B YOU ARE WRONG! &gt; We talked and stuff and I explain to not call Carimea’s house again, and he understood. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what kind of feeling it was, but I know I was sure I was not in love… well not so totally. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;J&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I kept texting him on Saturday. That was the day of the misery and WOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally was scared to recite my poem. I was so scared I did not smile, I didn’t speak loud, and I forgot mostly all the words!!!!! IT WAS HUMILIATION NATION!!!!!!! ……And that’s my embarrassing moment of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 word 2 describe da supposedly good moment today: FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right isn’t this a blogger?????? So in dis blogger is kinda like journal writing stuff right? So I’ll just pretend I’m writing in journal and I hope no1 asks me anything about what I have to write, okkieedokkiee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so today at 4:30 I called up 5: five: 5 or Rosanne and we talked. We had a good conversation but at some moment I had nothing to say but ummmmmmmm and Rosanne was murmuring about something that I couldn’t hear and said never mine. Rosanne kept doing that but it was ok 4 me bcuz I kept saying ummmmmmmmmmm and I would say something and Rosanne would answer and murmur and say never mine and I would be like Oh, ummmmmmmmmmm. I kept saying that and I really don’t know what the point was, I mean it doesn’t make the conversation any fun or exciting, right? Or riiiiiiiight!!!! Okay so the conversation was just plain and simple until Rosanne’s brother Daryl was yelling at Rosanne. I was just laughing but I as covering the holes in the phone so Rosanne won’t hear me. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;ok gosh I don’t know what the holes on the phone is, SHEEEEEEESH!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Then Rosanne and Daryl were yelling at each other. Also Rosanne’s sister knows my name bcuz of my cuz Carimeas 18th birthday. So Rosanne was telling Rachel not 2 tell any of der family my name….Well, ya Rosannes brother Daryl and sister Rachel &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;I don’t know if dats da correct spelling and its not like rach. Its more like Raysh&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Well uhuh dats da story………… IF YOU KNOW about DIS CONVERSATION DIS IS DA WAY I SEE IT AND En U GOT A PROBLEM WID DAT MESSSSSS WID MEEEE!!!! &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Just kidding and I’m not like well I hope I don’t be like dat anyway.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie do you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Im not sure if dis a topic 4 da blogs in computer class but I just want tp write about it&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O yeah and I WANNA WATCH SCARY MOVIE 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That sux cuz most of the people dat I know watched it already man!!!!!!! Its so not da drama…well yes it is cuz no one ever wants to invite me and I don’t have a stinkin ride 2 go!!!!!!!!! Well you know &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;stinkin aint a bad ord it just stinks&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; I know I like writing sum stuff in this &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; but hey I just like to so just deal wid it &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Just kidding&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;really I am &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106742735180248287?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742735180248287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106742735180248287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742735180248287' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106730634486709598</id><published>2003-10-28T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T18:02:09.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.sbs.edu.gu/pics/sbcsweblogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;                         Heres my skool LOGO!!!! O well........dat it.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106730634486709598?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730634486709598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730634486709598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730634486709598' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106730584315902862</id><published>2003-10-28T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:50:44.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I don't like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like about myself is that sometimes I get out of hand. Ok ok ok I now I do get out of hand. But sometimes I learn to try....Well that hardl comes, but I don't like it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106730584315902862?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730584315902862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730584315902862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730584315902862' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106730759313063982</id><published>2003-10-27T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:30:56.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Hi everone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All my frens.......all my teachers..........my relatives.......and my other "Special Friend".........o oh yeah even you Lyn, Carimea, Jun, and R&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;, o and amy 2 if ur looking through my blog........ Well Carimea you know ate I wanna take pictures in 17 min. photo wid you and LYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanna watch SM3. well and you people dont knoe dese guys dats ur problem.........just kidding!!!!!!! Oh ummmmmm last night I bought load agen cuz I ran out fast.....M texting sum1 dats y.Dude Im so sorry 5:five:5 that I'm not writing ur real name in da top k, cuz sum people are just  gna tease u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis person im takn about is Rosanne.Da cuzn of Juniver Rosario. Also  "Rosanne dont waste ur load on me man dats just a waste of money!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Five (5) ur Rosanne!&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY PEOPLE IN SBCS THAT YOU DONT KNOE WAT IM TAKN ABOUT!!! If you are totally lost then its cuz ur in LALA land!!! Just kidding agennnnnnnnnnnnn......... dis is wat I hav to say 4 now ok so .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermine I got something to say........... YAY!!!!!!!! No more fobbs in $*(!@!_!!! (HEY MR.SUPLIDO THAT"S NOT A BAD WORD OKAY) We got a new teacher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah oh yeah GO MR.FEJERAN ITS UR BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! wooooh! O yeah cum on 7A GET LOW GET LOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha!!!!!!!! Ok 2 much JOY Im really gona go bo...... bye 4 no...cuz ner such thing as goodbye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106730759313063982?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730759313063982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106730759313063982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730759313063982' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106725769143465247</id><published>2003-10-27T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T01:32:02.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...............................................Im bored.............................................. &lt;br /&gt;Heres some poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;In a chair&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the empty night sky without a care&lt;br /&gt;Using this irritating glare&lt;br /&gt;I think about the mean people&lt;br /&gt;Who were never there&lt;br /&gt;For the most needy girl&lt;br /&gt;With no friends&lt;br /&gt;No one knew her&lt;br /&gt;No one gave her the chance&lt;br /&gt;They questioned and judged her in just one glance&lt;br /&gt;And all they said was that she could dance&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing they thought she was good at&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t even bother to make her talk&lt;br /&gt;And when they talk behind her&lt;br /&gt;She knows&lt;br /&gt;And she just begins to walk&lt;br /&gt;Pretending she didn’t know what happened&lt;br /&gt;Because she was the only girl who understood her self and see&lt;br /&gt;That, that lonesome and misunderstood girl was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the park,&lt;br /&gt;With my sweater so dark.&lt;br /&gt;Mist of cold air had past by my body,&lt;br /&gt;I look around there is nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Someone taps me on my back,&lt;br /&gt;I see where that person just had sat.&lt;br /&gt;On the blue bench so cold and old,&lt;br /&gt;It’s legs are light blue, with rust of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are falling one by one,&lt;br /&gt;I wished my family were here so we’d all have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know who that person was,&lt;br /&gt;It was my guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;See! That’s what a guardian Angel does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems, problems, we get this everyday&lt;br /&gt;With too much problems we don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;It makes us mad&lt;br /&gt;It makes us cry&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time it makes us sigh&lt;br /&gt;With all these problems in the world&lt;br /&gt;When will questions stop from boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;God can’t always stop these conflicts&lt;br /&gt;Of people being sad&lt;br /&gt;Or people being sick&lt;br /&gt;Problems, Problems they give us pain&lt;br /&gt;It drives a lot of people insane&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three problems there&lt;br /&gt;We have too many problems everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Then once we step our feet into paradise&lt;br /&gt;We can never get problems less than once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy land dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, bubblegum, caramel&lt;br /&gt;In candy land&lt;br /&gt;It’s where they dwell&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;The sweet little elves with lollipop hats&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to chase little sweet tart gnats&lt;br /&gt;Call the dentist if you please&lt;br /&gt;Don’t eat too much or you may sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Out some sour goop mucus&lt;br /&gt;With some Hershey’s chocolate so luscious&lt;br /&gt;Teeth been chipped&lt;br /&gt;And teeth been chattered&lt;br /&gt;In candy land it doesn’t really matter&lt;br /&gt;One tootsie roll for me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m running around until I get dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Hit my head on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Then stick my head in a Christmas sock&lt;br /&gt;So Santa can give me candy for a gift&lt;br /&gt;And then back to candy land were I would be lift&lt;br /&gt;With Aladdin in his magic carpet&lt;br /&gt;Just to go to the Handy Candy Market&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t wake me up mom!&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a good dream&lt;br /&gt;Gosh that’s what this has been and that is all it will seem,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name rings a bell in my heart&lt;br /&gt;With your name I don’t know when to start &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me Goosebumps &lt;br /&gt;And make me stare&lt;br /&gt;I’d give you my all&lt;br /&gt;And catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend &lt;br /&gt;We’ll be friends till the end&lt;br /&gt;My heart you can borrow&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit I will lend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one most outgoing &lt;br /&gt;And understanding friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I’d keep rhyming to you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Or in this so called poem of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You comfort me when I’m not in the mood &lt;br /&gt;With your whispering laughter that make me feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we don’t get along&lt;br /&gt;We work out our problems&lt;br /&gt;And just sing together an enchanting song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we make the best friendships of all&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere or anytime &lt;br /&gt;In the morning or night&lt;br /&gt;At the store or at the mall&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter to fight&lt;br /&gt;Because we love one another after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s clear and now you see&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;MELODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy land dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, bubblegum, caramel&lt;br /&gt;In candy land &lt;br /&gt;It’s where they dwell&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;The sweet little elves with lollipop hats&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to chase sweet tart gnats&lt;br /&gt;Call the dentist if you please&lt;br /&gt;Don’t each to much or you may sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Out some sour goop mucus &lt;br /&gt;With some Hershey’s chocolate so luscious&lt;br /&gt;Teeth been chipped&lt;br /&gt;And teeth been chattered&lt;br /&gt;In candy land it doesn’t really matter&lt;br /&gt;One tootsie roll for me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m running around until I get dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Hit my head on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Then stick my head in a Christmas sock&lt;br /&gt;So Santa can give me candy for a gift&lt;br /&gt;And then back to candy land were I would be lift&lt;br /&gt;With Aladdin in his magic carpet&lt;br /&gt;Just to go to the candy shop market&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t wake me up mom!&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a good dream&lt;br /&gt;Gosh that’s what this has been and that is all it will seem,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~I wrote these poems okay. They're original.~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106725769143465247?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106725769143465247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106725769143465247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725769143465247' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106725718285815847</id><published>2003-10-27T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T04:19:43.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was so fun for me.........................................&lt;br /&gt;I got a puppy, i went to college, compadres mall, cost-u-less, the mall, a lot of place, I slept in my cousins, I dunno wat else but I had fun!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I hate RRRRRRRRR::::Mole 20!!!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Im not teasing ok man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tease me k cuz I lyk  dis guy wid nearly da same name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you tease me Im gona beat  you up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106725718285815847?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106725718285815847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106725718285815847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725718285815847' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106722125660611788</id><published>2003-10-26T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:20:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no da beel is going to ring soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad 4 Mary and Delaila!!!&lt;br /&gt;HeHe! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dey broke up!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno y people bring gloves to skool...in public skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I woul've wrote a lot but Justin D. had 2 press apple q and I got out!! weel dats da bell! BABYE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEL: 1-671-988-3846&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106722125660611788?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722125660611788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722125660611788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722125660611788' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106722075992289751</id><published>2003-10-26T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:12:40.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude I need 2 write in pidgin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wegell Agai dugon't nogo wgat togo segay. Ogoh yegah degers digis bogoy dagat seged dagat hege lagikes mege. Agai dugont knogo igif agai lagike higim. ogokegay degen Agai Kagaind ogof....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bak! If you didn't understand den ur so lost...j/j. &lt;br /&gt;2 bad 4 you!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!! lalalalalala!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotz a PUPPIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named him booger!!!!!! Just kidding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named him k3i!&lt;0!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peeps dese daize don't have real frenz cuz dey keep messin wid em. I wud never try 2 do dat. And if I did dat 2 u im so sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106722075992289751?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722075992289751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722075992289751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722075992289751' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995263.post-106722031246430349</id><published>2003-10-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:05:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...wellz its me. Im just testing dis thang cuz I had to make a new one. My old one was lonesome_chic. Dat really sux cuz I even lyked dat one!! I 4got my password dats y. O well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995263-106722031246430349?l=jamnjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722031246430349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995263/posts/default/106722031246430349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamnjar.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722031246430349' title=''/><author><name>Jenna Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344375367687290978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
