<?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-8086647157681902580</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:16:59.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A History Book</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't Be Frightened Of Turning The Page</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-970509671672668686</id><published>2008-12-17T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:54:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well i did it. i moved home. one day, Sarah, Travis and I decided that Hawaii isn’t the place for us. it is too expensive, and most of the people there are not too wonderful to be around. i think it was a wise choice, i mean i am already in the process of signing up for next semester’s classes, and I do love being cold again, but there are definitely things I will miss about that place. My good friend Brian of course, who showed me how to blog, and the beautiful beach…but I am glad to be home. My mom is still up to her schemes and my dad is still the same ‘ol wise crackin guy. I miss being on my own, but I am glad to be somewhere where I can buy food without having to go into hardcore debit. I don’t know what I’m rambling about,&amp;nbsp; this post was just to let everyone know that I am home. Maybe for a long time, maybe for short. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-970509671672668686?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/970509671672668686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=970509671672668686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/970509671672668686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/970509671672668686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-3261284683809865689</id><published>2008-09-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:29:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know That Good Feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfnKjeyoQXg/SNyBG8raKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/lfwELpLxYUc/s1600-h/FINISH+TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfnKjeyoQXg/SNyBG8raKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/lfwELpLxYUc/s400/FINISH+TREE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250213221974550610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another picture i drew. it is colored pencil on plain paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is lately, but i feel good about my life. i mean, i am in debit, in not too incredibly healthy, and a lot of other things, but i just seem to feel happy lately. i love living in this place, it is so beautiful. i love when it rains here too, i swear on my life there were raindrops that are like 3/4 of an inch around. it is the most intense rain i have ever seen, but i love it. well that is my 2 cents for me today. hope to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-3261284683809865689?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/3261284683809865689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=3261284683809865689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/3261284683809865689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/3261284683809865689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-that-good-feeling.html' title='You Know That Good Feeling?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfnKjeyoQXg/SNyBG8raKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/lfwELpLxYUc/s72-c/FINISH+TREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-6143056705824181482</id><published>2008-09-24T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:21:05.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Music.</title><content type='html'>Before you start reading, i want you to pick any song off of this playlist and listen to it all the way through. these are some of the most wonderful songs i could find, and they saved my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=48701587" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net/standalone/48701587" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net/download/48701587"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this week was pretty rough, and since i know that maybe one person, possibly two, will read this blog, i feel a little alienated... but whatever. this weekend, my new good friend Ian told me a little bit about "Fractals". They are some sort of graph or something of a never ending equation. in a nutshell, they make you feel like you are on acid the entire time you are watching them. i suggest you check them out on youtube.com because they apparently explain the nature of the universe. ( i am being serious, the mathematicians that discovered them think that they are the key to understanding the universe), and the sad thing is, i think i believe them. i think god knows math, and science, and magic, and all of the wonderful mysteries that we do not know. i had some pretty deep conversation with some new friends recently, about love and the true meaning of religeon and stuff... it was a breath of fresh air.  i think that all of us need to take a little bit more time to just sit down and talk with someone. since then, i have gone from being a pretty inward-facing person, to a more outward one. the only way to true happiness is to serve others, that is no lie. so while i wait for my true love to return from her trip, i will keep contemplating all these things that i desire to know more about, because the best way to learn something is to learn it yourself. i hope someone reads this blog, i hope they are from far away, and they enjoy it. i hope that the music that is playing right now saves you somehow, small or substantial, and i hope to hear from you soon, phantom reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-6143056705824181482?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/6143056705824181482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=6143056705824181482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/6143056705824181482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/6143056705824181482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-music.html' title='Oh, The Music.'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-2992602081832267374</id><published>2008-09-09T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:45:26.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>well today in English we wrote in class essays. it was supposed to be some experience of how someone we know saw the light, or something lame like that. i dont know if i should feel bad, but i completely made mine up. i mean, the people i know overcome adversity, but i wanted something interesting, so i made it up. other than that, i feel like life is goin good. i love when things are organized. i love when i am all alone, upstairs in the library, and i am in my own little world. it is so freeing being left alone sometimes. just sometimes though, i suppose. i donno, im not looking forward to walking home after school, i guess i should get a car. so the question of the day is... is it ok to withhold truths from a loved one if you know it will hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-2992602081832267374?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/2992602081832267374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=2992602081832267374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/2992602081832267374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/2992602081832267374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-7076661701332447269</id><published>2008-09-03T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:30:17.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Show</title><content type='html'>well tonight i visited the wonderful night show to see my good buddy brian, and it was awesome. he was playing drums with a whole poly line up, and he was the only white guy. hahahaha brian you are cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-7076661701332447269?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/7076661701332447269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=7076661701332447269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/7076661701332447269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/7076661701332447269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-show.html' title='Night Show'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256437328312233219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086647157681902580.post-8251316235923037373</id><published>2008-09-02T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:24:54.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian, Lets Be Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfnKjeyoQXg/SL0TYGzJu7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MfnS7mhQGS4/s1600-h/JAX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfnKjeyoQXg/SL0TYGzJu7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MfnS7mhQGS4/s320/JAX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241366846192073650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me, lets do this thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh by the way, here is a picture i made in high school, i hope you like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086647157681902580-8251316235923037373?l=turn-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-page.blogspot.com/feeds/8251316235923037373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086647157681902580&amp;postID=8251316235923037373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086647157681902580/posts/default/8251316235923037373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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