<?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-265594395227142576</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:02:58.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-9157541197519502930</id><published>2009-08-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:15:19.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>Hey though, I'm a fisherman now. King of crabs motha fucka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-9157541197519502930?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9157541197519502930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=9157541197519502930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/9157541197519502930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/9157541197519502930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/08/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-5949380986413670021</id><published>2009-02-16T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:30:57.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit</title><content type='html'>People gotta quit with pouring their guts into their blogs. I can tell you niggas straight up right now, only about 20 people know about my blog. Bitches post up their shit to let the world know how deep they are. It's a new generation of indecisive mothafuckers who crave attention from the faggots around them. Keep that shit discreet and under your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-5949380986413670021?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5949380986413670021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=5949380986413670021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5949380986413670021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5949380986413670021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/quit.html' title='Quit'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3223793384303588068</id><published>2009-02-16T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:24:26.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and removed my mom's silver hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have practice later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when it rains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3223793384303588068?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3223793384303588068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3223793384303588068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3223793384303588068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3223793384303588068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7906179743883410731</id><published>2009-02-15T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:12:41.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC</title><content type='html'>I'm at home with my mom today, we redid the alter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7906179743883410731?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7906179743883410731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7906179743883410731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7906179743883410731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7906179743883410731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/kfc.html' title='KFC'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8164080617467513588</id><published>2009-02-06T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:06:20.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>J knocked that guy out. One-two finish. Are you cool today nelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we can chill later on tonight guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8164080617467513588?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8164080617467513588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8164080617467513588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8164080617467513588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8164080617467513588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-2463653960193669391</id><published>2009-02-06T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:04:45.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SYz6NMVcx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/rWewzssxee8/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SYz6NMVcx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/rWewzssxee8/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885966064666450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-2463653960193669391?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2463653960193669391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=2463653960193669391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2463653960193669391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2463653960193669391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch.html' title='Catch'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SYz6NMVcx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/rWewzssxee8/s72-c/IMG_2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7404938513188017544</id><published>2009-01-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:04:41.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris and Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrkiRjl6KkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrkiRjl6KkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this that make me appreciate my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other videos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Monica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7404938513188017544?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7404938513188017544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7404938513188017544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7404938513188017544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7404938513188017544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2009/01/chris-and-michael.html' title='Chris and Michael'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6693892347917152998</id><published>2008-12-28T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:22:08.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>We cut down a tree in my front yard yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6693892347917152998?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6693892347917152998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6693892347917152998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6693892347917152998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6693892347917152998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-5647493808237554236</id><published>2008-12-27T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:13:06.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SVaMNUWkiTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bbcHhCU4gN4/s1600-h/Linsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SVaMNUWkiTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bbcHhCU4gN4/s320/Linsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565373195422002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-5647493808237554236?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5647493808237554236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=5647493808237554236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5647493808237554236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5647493808237554236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SVaMNUWkiTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bbcHhCU4gN4/s72-c/Linsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-301549524186070862</id><published>2008-12-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:08:12.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year something big was missing. Along with my dad was the spirit of Christmas; they were both gone. I don't know if it's going to be like this next year, I honestly am not sure about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today at around 12:00pm, took a shower and went straight to my aunt's house. We ate and drank and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my mom and brother was pretty good, but it was pretty quiet at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-301549524186070862?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/301549524186070862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=301549524186070862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/301549524186070862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/301549524186070862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3475724319319957614</id><published>2008-11-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:58:04.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SQ6Dd4VxydI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RDBoj2qB6Y0/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SQ6Dd4VxydI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RDBoj2qB6Y0/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264289563805862354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad. The O.G. My O.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3475724319319957614?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3475724319319957614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3475724319319957614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3475724319319957614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3475724319319957614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/11/og.html' title='OG'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SQ6Dd4VxydI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RDBoj2qB6Y0/s72-c/IMG_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7991556488648724984</id><published>2008-10-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:17:06.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothas</title><content type='html'>I'm always gonna be down for my boys. B4L EBK for life guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.S. on mines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7991556488648724984?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7991556488648724984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7991556488648724984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7991556488648724984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7991556488648724984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/10/brothas.html' title='Brothas'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3315600884100743276</id><published>2008-09-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:52:14.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is my Berfday motha fuckas. The big 1-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3315600884100743276?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3315600884100743276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3315600884100743276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3315600884100743276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3315600884100743276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6513804524351017149</id><published>2008-09-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:51:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. Been relatively busy lately. And when I'm not busy, I'm being lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6513804524351017149?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6513804524351017149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6513804524351017149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6513804524351017149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6513804524351017149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/09/while.html' title='While'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-84414990921076654</id><published>2008-08-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:03:28.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid asses</title><content type='html'>We got some dumbasses at MHS. Bitches left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-84414990921076654?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/84414990921076654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=84414990921076654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/84414990921076654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/84414990921076654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-asses.html' title='Stupid asses'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-2692187439140051636</id><published>2008-08-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:24:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want.</title><content type='html'>I know you niggas read this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a  girl who can control me. Tell me what to do without being a bitch. I want a girl who knows and shows the partnership in said relationship. She has to realize that we're equal, but takes charge. I want a girl who knows how to take care of business, her own and some of mine. I want a girl who can do this for me. I want her and only her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy who likes to control yet wants to be controlled. I like nice girls. I'm the kind of guy who likes to help and be helped. I can take charge, I can also receive orders. I can handle myself, but I like to be handled as well. I'm me and you're you. What do you want me to do? It would be stupid to say that I'll change for you. Cause I can't, no one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this for me, and I'll give you everything I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-2692187439140051636?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2692187439140051636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=2692187439140051636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2692187439140051636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2692187439140051636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-want.html' title='What I want.'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8608607863562592915</id><published>2008-08-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:51:35.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill</title><content type='html'>Today was alright. I left the house at around 1:00 pm to go pick up Jay.  When I  got there, Heather was already waiting for us. After about five minutes, Jay comes out and the three of us hop into my car and off to Golfland we went. I did a meetup with some dude from Iss to trade my Broncos for a Size 9 pair. The ones I got are hella clean, cleaner than the pair I originally had. So all in all, it was a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to pick up Nathan. After he came out, we went up to summit pointe to chill at the spot. When we got there, there were people in the area and we couldn't get in. So we went back down and went to the Calaveras drift circle. This is where we lit up and blazed. It was Nathan, Jay, and me. Heather stood outside and kept watch. While we were smoking, some random ass old guy drives to our area and says "Don't mind me, I'm just looking for service for my Phone." By then, the three of us were pretty lit and we all panic. Nathan then says "Oh shit, He's stalling so the cops can get up here!" We all start looking at eachother and tell Heather to hurry the hell up and get back in the car. After she says bye to the guy, she gets in the car and drives us down. On the way down, we finish up the joint and are on our way to Hometown buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember exactly what was so funny, but I was laughing so hard when I was eating, I wanted to throw up. Next we went to Heather's friend's house. Ricardo was his name. I met some seniors, I forgot their names. Played rock band and after a little of that, we bounced. Heather drove us back to Jay's house and I took my car back home. The day was now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8608607863562592915?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8608607863562592915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8608607863562592915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8608607863562592915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8608607863562592915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/chill.html' title='Chill'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3124551548408251766</id><published>2008-08-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:40:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp</title><content type='html'>Band camp. It came to an end yesterday. So first, I woke up at 8:00 am. My mom picked me up and off we went to MHS. We got there and we did what we do. Lunch was good. Ate dim sum and it was all uphill from there. We finished learning our first show that day. A show a week? We'll have that shit on lock in no time. Band camp ended at 4:00 that day. After going to random places, Jay and I rolled joints and smoked. We rolled two and a fatty. The first one was ruined cause John sucks. So we lit up the fatty and Jay and I had our way with it. We came back to school high, ate high, and performed high. It was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rolled some more joints and smoked out at the spot. It was Peter, John, Tyler, Nathan, and me. It was Peter's first time so he got the first hit. He wasnt smoking right so we helped him out. When he got his first hit, he coughed pretty hard. It was funny. He was hella tripping. When we finished, we got out and Heather, our driver, drove us places. Seven Eleven, McDonalds, and Jays house. I had to ride it the back of the truck high as hell. I was pretty scared the whole time. Laying down watching the sky go by fast as ever. Scared the shit out of me. We had a lot of fun. Peter was really happy at one point, but as the day progressed, he got sadder and sadder. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and ate a crap load of tacos. I weigh 154 now. Woooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3124551548408251766?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3124551548408251766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3124551548408251766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3124551548408251766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3124551548408251766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/band-camp.html' title='Band Camp'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8778840615043313712</id><published>2008-08-17T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:59:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>You gotta try to get your head out of what happened Chris. It was a long time ago, things changed. More importantly, she changed. It's not gonna be like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I can never tell what she's thinking. But somehow, I can predict what's going to happen. I spill my guts, it sits and marinates for a long bit, then it rots. Will it? Cause that's what happened before right? And before that too. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8778840615043313712?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8778840615043313712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8778840615043313712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8778840615043313712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8778840615043313712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7293977116587100629</id><published>2008-08-17T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:52:31.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty America</title><content type='html'>So I woke up pretty early today. I pretty much just sat around the house until about 3:00pm. Shizzam called and asked if I wanted to come over. When I got there, I saw some cool guys owning it up on the 360. After about a half an hour, we went outside and got the bbq started. Andy and Leon came a little later. Grilled burgers, hotdogs, and oysters. Some good stuff. I got Chris a pizza my heart shirt and membership to the Holy Grail of all porn sites. Naughty America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7293977116587100629?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7293977116587100629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7293977116587100629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7293977116587100629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7293977116587100629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/naughty-america.html' title='Naughty America'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7525402285722746759</id><published>2008-08-10T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:40:41.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up at the usual time today. I took a shower and went to the orthodontist. Those bitches kept rescheduling my appointments. After about a month or two, they finally put me in. The thing was, they billed my mom for the two months that passed. I thought it was bullshit when the lady said that. I argued with them about it; it didn't work. So next week my mom's gonna go down there and set those fuckers straight. Go mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, family friends came over to visit my dad. We sat around and chilled for a bit, there were some very interesting topics that came up. In my opinion, the most interesting thing was college food. You know what I'm talking about? I don't care if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to visit my aunt in the hospital, she just had back surgery. Parents talked, kids sat around. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we went to King Pizza. My other aunts place. I played pool and ate a crap load of food. I did a slice of pizza and burned it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7525402285722746759?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7525402285722746759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7525402285722746759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7525402285722746759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7525402285722746759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3352181423216662571</id><published>2008-08-07T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:39:58.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>Party tonight. Control yourself tonight Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3352181423216662571?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3352181423216662571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3352181423216662571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3352181423216662571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3352181423216662571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-4913298529468687950</id><published>2008-08-07T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:36:48.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funn</title><content type='html'>Christopher Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today and went to mission. Picked up Shizzam from his class and jetted back to my house. Played games and watched T.V. for a Liggity bit. Then we headed off to Michelle's house to pick her up. We got our packets and met up with Shizzam's other half, then off we were. Applebees Wappletrees. Went to random ass places but it was cool. Pee at the C's and called it a motha fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-4913298529468687950?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4913298529468687950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=4913298529468687950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4913298529468687950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4913298529468687950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/funn.html' title='Funn'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1128732418292938476</id><published>2008-08-06T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:34:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Pad</title><content type='html'>I was hung over this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1128732418292938476?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1128732418292938476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1128732418292938476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1128732418292938476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1128732418292938476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-pad.html' title='Open Pad'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7441934316044151562</id><published>2008-08-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:32:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Woke up at around 10:00 am. Dad fell at around 12:00 pm. It was a pretty scary fall, he hit his head and there's bruising. Never in my life have I been so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 pm, I journeyed out to San Jose. Take highway 237 going east, next transfer onto 880 going south, then onto 101 and exit at Capitol. Farthest I've ever gone in my life. Then I went up this fatass hill that ate all my gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Anna and me ate at Red Robin's. Shit was alright. The menu was pretty confusing, it reminded me of her, Michelle. Nothing on earth confuses me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packet pick ups tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7441934316044151562?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7441934316044151562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7441934316044151562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7441934316044151562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7441934316044151562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-950406311967494153</id><published>2008-08-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:45:58.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Then.</title><content type='html'>Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today=Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow=Chill with Annie and Anna. They live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dive into details tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-950406311967494153?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/950406311967494153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=950406311967494153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/950406311967494153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/950406311967494153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-then.html' title='Even Then.'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6195178704392438596</id><published>2008-08-03T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:21:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup</title><content type='html'>fatmonkey92 (2:06:59 AM): do you want something to eat?&lt;br /&gt;x sheGOTsole (2:07:02 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;x sheGOTsole (2:07:04 AM): no thank you&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (2:07:04 AM): ill bring it to you right now&lt;br /&gt;x sheGOTsole (2:07:07 AM): maybe another day&lt;br /&gt;x sheGOTsole (2:07:10 AM): =]&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (2:07:18 AM): cause i will do anything&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (2:07:23 AM): for you&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (2:07:25 AM): know that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6195178704392438596?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6195178704392438596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6195178704392438596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6195178704392438596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6195178704392438596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/yup.html' title='Yup'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-4596556860264245234</id><published>2008-08-01T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:00:24.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumomi</title><content type='html'>Michelle wants me to teach her how to drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be close to her, but she says she doesn't  need a guy. I wanna try to change that, I really do. But I have a good feeling that I'll mess it up, and make her hate me forever. Why does she not realize how much she means to me. I know I talk about a lot of other people, but I meant to keep her name out of my mind for so long. I didn't want to dwell on what she did to me. Is that hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one word. Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-4596556860264245234?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4596556860264245234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=4596556860264245234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4596556860264245234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4596556860264245234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/kumomi.html' title='Kumomi'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6396506625536789333</id><published>2008-08-01T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:13:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RioTubby</title><content type='html'>riotubby (11:46:08 PM): chris did you call me earlier&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:46:12 PM): yes i did&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:46:19 PM): por que?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:46:28 PM): i was at your house&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:46:38 PM): oh in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:46:45 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:46:45 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:46:58 PM): i looked at your car&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:46:58 PM): hahahah sorry, I was in my moms room and my phone was in my room&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:47:11 PM): who were you with&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:15 PM): just me&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:18 PM): i came to see you&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:47:30 PM): really&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:32 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:38 PM): you didnt pick up though&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:43 PM): so i left&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:47:44 PM): aww I feel bad now&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:47:49 PM): why?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:47:52 PM): I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:47:57 PM): because I didn't pick up my phone&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:00 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:01 PM): its cool&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:48:16 PM): you have your license??&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:32 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:45 PM): how much is your insurance&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:45 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:48:53 PM): per month?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:48:55 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:48:58 PM): 100?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:04 PM): wtf&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:07 PM): 110? somewhere around there&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:11 PM): really?!&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:23 PM): oh man&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:24 PM): how much is yours&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:33 PM): i dont know&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:34 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:44 PM): its pretty expensive&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:47 PM): were you driving&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:48 PM): your car&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:50 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:51 PM): or maryannes?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:49:53 PM): mine&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:49:57 PM): you guys have the same car????&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:50:00 PM): how much was your car?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:50:17 PM): we pretty much have the same car?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:50:27 PM): ohhh no wonder. When I saw you guys&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:50:36 PM): I was like, seems like someone is yelling my name&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:50:37 PM): hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:50:47 PM): she yelled hella loud&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:50:53 PM): like my heart jumped&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:51:03 PM): its because my windows were closed and i was listening to the radio&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:51:14 PM): hah&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:51:16 PM): oops, I looked like shit when I saw you guys&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:52:27 PM): no you didnt&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:52:46 PM): HAHHAHA I did, but it was cool I didn't expect to see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:52:53 PM): What did you guys do afterawards&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:52:59 PM): eat&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:02 PM): it was lame&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:53:15 PM): why&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:18 PM): i dunno&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:33 PM): after we saw you, we went to dennys&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:36 PM): then goodwill&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:47 PM): i kinda wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:53:48 PM): nothing exciting?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:53:57 PM): nothing exciting&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:54:08 PM): hahahah what was so bad about iit&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:14 PM): nothing&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:21 PM): there just wasnt too many good things&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:28 PM): it was -_-&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:54:30 PM): at least it wasn't awkward&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:36 PM): hahah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:38 PM): oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:43 PM): it got awkward&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:54:46 PM): like twice&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:54:57 PM): aww why what happened&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:55:00 PM): i dont know&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:55:07 PM): it was near the en&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:55:08 PM): d&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:55:11 PM): i just wanted to go home&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:55:21 PM): no feelings coming to rush back?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:55:27 PM): i guess&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:55:58 PM): You know at like sunday night&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:03 PM): me and daniel had nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:10 PM): and we were going to stop by your house&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:13 PM): but he said&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:14 PM): his mom&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:16 PM): didn't&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:56:22 PM): pick up the pants yet&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:56:47 PM): poooo&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:56:54 PM): you know where i live?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:57:08 PM): noo I was going to call you&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:57:14 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:57:18 PM): aww man&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:57:41 PM): haha hows summer without summerschool&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:57:52 PM): its okay&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:57:57 PM): the question is though&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:58:02 PM): hows summer without rio&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:58:07 PM): horrible!&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:58:40 PM): LMAO! Not even!&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:58:45 PM): so nothing exciting going on?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:59:22 PM): not really&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (11:59:40 PM): Aw, its okay you have 24 days left&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:59:45 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (11:59:52 PM): when do we have packet pick ups?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:00:02 AM): uhm i forgot like the 8th or something&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:00:26 AM): oh ok&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:00:47 AM): Guess what I'm watching&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:01:04 AM): what?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:01:47 AM): Asian dramas&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:01:49 AM): AHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:01:54 AM): me too&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:07 AM): im re watching devil beside you&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:11 AM): i missed so many episodes&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:14 AM): I heard that was good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:18 AM): I was going to watch that&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:21 AM): The girl there is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:24 AM): she is&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:27 AM): she was in meteor garden&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:28 AM): yes sir she is&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:28 AM): HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:38 AM): no&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:02:39 AM): was she?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:02:47 AM): yeah she was barbies friend&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:03:00 AM): oh&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:03:20 AM): i'm watching hana yori dango&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:03:28 AM): whats it about?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:03:54 AM): its liek another version on meteor garden. But better, in a way. Not so dragged. A lot of people liked it so I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:04:07 AM): :]&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:04:36 AM): do you think dan jose will be home tomrrow morning&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:04:50 AM): maybe&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:04:52 AM): most likely&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:04:54 AM): I TOLD YOU HE LAGS&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:04:55 AM): cause im gonna pick them up then&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:00 AM): well yeah&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:05:01 AM): its still at the store&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:07 AM): you serious?&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:13 AM): he doesnt have them yet?&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:05:17 AM): yeah thats why we didn't go to your house&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:40 AM): i texted him today and he said he was in santa something&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:49 AM): to get his cousin from philippines&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:05:49 AM): its still at the store&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:05:51 AM): but i don't know&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:05:53 AM): thats been awhile&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:05:54 AM): aww man&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:06:00 AM): maybe he didn't even give it there&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:06:39 AM): cause i was halfway to his place when he texted me back saying he wasnt home&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:06:49 AM): so i decided to stop by your house&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:06:51 AM): and say hi&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:07:05 AM): Aw, and I didn't answer. Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:07:11 AM): its fine&lt;br /&gt;riotubby (12:08:27 AM): hm, tell me a secret!&lt;br /&gt;fatmonkey92 (12:08:34 AM): i like michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6396506625536789333?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6396506625536789333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6396506625536789333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6396506625536789333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6396506625536789333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/riotubby.html' title='RioTubby'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6596573199108589732</id><published>2008-07-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:49:31.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niggas</title><content type='html'>We chilled today. Woke up to Shizzam's phone call. Nigga was at mission. He left class early and I went to pick him up in my 2000 Corolla. Fuck your shit bitches, my car pushes 110 horses. Fuck your high school integs, heavy ass shit and you guys can only afford gs-rs. Get the type R then I'll shut up. Just kidding. My love for cars started in 4th grade. I did all of my research and found out the specs of a crap load of cars. But now, reality has set in and that reality is called insurance $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shizzam and me headed back to my place. Chilled for a bit and talk to Michelle on aim. We went to go pick her up and went to In N Out. We grubbed and talked. Michelle doesn't talk much. That was the only thing that made me sad. I think my love for her gets deeper everytime I talk to her, but she doesn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Chris' brother came to pick him up at In N Out. So it was just Michelle and me. She still wasn't up for talking, so the car ride was relatively quiet. But it was a good day. It was nice to see her too. That confused face that I love to look at. Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed to Oceans to meetup with MaryAnne. It breaks my heart to see her. I know for a fact that I can give her all the love in the world, only if she just gave me some back. Like usual, I tell her how I feel. All I get in return are laughs, because that's all I hear. To me  those laughs sometimes sound like a "you ain't good enough" laugh. It's cool though. We had icecream, soup, and fries. Goodwill was also cool. But all in all, one thing remains obvious. You know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize what "killing me softly" means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6596573199108589732?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6596573199108589732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6596573199108589732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6596573199108589732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6596573199108589732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/niggas.html' title='Niggas'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-367561472579631992</id><published>2008-07-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:09:38.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn bruh. Your cousin is hot as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-367561472579631992?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/367561472579631992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=367561472579631992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/367561472579631992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/367561472579631992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-bruh.html' title=''/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7452136088021747144</id><published>2008-07-26T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:28:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Hope So</title><content type='html'>One day, I'll understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7452136088021747144?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7452136088021747144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7452136088021747144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7452136088021747144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7452136088021747144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-hope-so.html' title='Let&apos;s Hope So'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-120483442729205095</id><published>2008-07-26T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:17:41.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franshya/K</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I messed up with her. I know exactly where I fucked up. But before that, let me explain to you the base of my many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm ugly, ugly as hell. I'll admit it, I'm one of the most shallow people you'll ever meet. But sometimes, I can care less about how I look. I'm ugly as hell, I got nothing to lose right? Right Chris Nguyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes. She's pretty, cool as hell to chill with, and way out of my league. With her, no matter how high my confidence is, I can't always help but feel inadequate. At first, I didn't care what she thought about me, because I assumed at all times her thoughts about me were positive. Then, reality set in. I thought about the negative aspects of my personal self. One thing led to another and we stopped talking. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was when I started to miss her. My first love. If you think that's corny, then fuck you. I feel like I tried to find Krystle in Franshya. I'm sorry, if I could, I would go back and change that in a heartbeat. Really. But my feelings for Krystle haven't faded. Sometimes I feel like they're stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her relationship with that one guy irritates me though. After we broke up, I wanted to apologize. For everything. I wanted to get on my knees and beg for you to forgive me. I loved you, and you told me you loved me. You told me this, while you were talking to him. I waited too long, and now there's nothing I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-120483442729205095?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/120483442729205095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=120483442729205095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/120483442729205095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/120483442729205095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/franshyak.html' title='Franshya/K'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1924003244346714122</id><published>2008-07-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:23:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIeTLgHoWoI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrvevMbQNqg/s1600-h/DSCN6251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIeTLgHoWoI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrvevMbQNqg/s320/DSCN6251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307718396533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kill it all day, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1924003244346714122?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1924003244346714122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1924003244346714122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1924003244346714122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1924003244346714122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-kill-it-all-day-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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://bp3.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIeTLgHoWoI/AAAAAAAAABs/hrvevMbQNqg/s72-c/DSCN6251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-5687321651755229171</id><published>2008-07-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:16:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIVCzk-RmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmRvym8aaw4/s1600-h/2mwfoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIVCzk-RmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmRvym8aaw4/s320/2mwfoly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225656396498966914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chilling with Shizzam for the past week or two. Today was pretty good, came up on three shirts; all of which are pretty nice. After we got out of class, we headed on over to TJ MAXX. Crazy ass shit there. Nike SB shirts, Stussy shit, Volcom, yadiyada. Nabbed my shit and jetted to In n out where we saw a fat ass group of hot girls and weird ass guys. Typical right? After that we headed back to mission and took a dump. While we were handling our shit... No pun intended... Christian walks in and hears us giggling in the stalls next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-5687321651755229171?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5687321651755229171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=5687321651755229171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5687321651755229171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5687321651755229171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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://bp2.blogger.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SIVCzk-RmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmRvym8aaw4/s72-c/2mwfoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1313755427039839627</id><published>2008-07-14T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:58:36.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Took my history test today, Aced that shit. Finished my Essay. Then I chilled for a bit at Mission. Called up Shizzam Ngo and Christian to go chill. Walk/biked to Mexicali Grill and ate some chips and salsa. I ordered myself Mole Rojo; shit was weaak. Then we headed back to Mission to stoge. Walked around for a bit, then I bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel like blogging today, I no longer feel the urge to complete my thoughts. The essay I wrote today killed me. Chill session tomorrow too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1313755427039839627?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1313755427039839627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1313755427039839627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1313755427039839627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1313755427039839627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1496613431605068132</id><published>2008-07-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:47:41.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat</title><content type='html'>I need to get started on my history paper. I gotta write about some positive and negative influences of our founding fathers. No biographies, just their contributions. I really shouldn't procrastinate on this; but I find myself constantly finding other things to do that are not relevant to the task at hand. I need to prioritize my time and get things going. With that said, I'll start my paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1496613431605068132?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1496613431605068132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1496613431605068132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1496613431605068132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1496613431605068132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweat.html' title='Sweat'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-2004030826491331699</id><published>2008-07-02T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:51:46.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I always feel inadequate. I know that's a very vague thing to say, but in all the aspects of my life, that's what it is. I can't help but feel envious of those who get to chill everyday with their friends, those who can drive, those who live in the same city as their friends, and all this other shit. I'm sick of it, everything seems to be building up and I honestly don't know how to handle it. I need to find something, because finding someone is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-2004030826491331699?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2004030826491331699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=2004030826491331699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2004030826491331699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2004030826491331699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7411218622976773590</id><published>2008-06-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:55:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't</title><content type='html'>I don't want to sound like I'm some sort of fool for love. But I can't hide what I am. The smallest things get me mad now. The other day, you decided to call me and ask how everything was. I was honestly speechless, too excited at the fact that you decided to call me to talk.  After speaking for a few minutes, you ask if you can call me back, I made the mistake of letting you go.  She says "I'll call you later ok?".....Who knew later could be so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes turned to hours and the hours turned into days. Here I am, waiting for you to call. And I'm pretty sure you don't have the slightest clue of what you did to me, and what you will do to me. You know what? It's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, Maryanne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7411218622976773590?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7411218622976773590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7411218622976773590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7411218622976773590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7411218622976773590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8253167365608931166</id><published>2008-06-22T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:44:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding dong</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I think it is safe to say, that I no longer feel comfortable with myself. I mean I am comfortable... I could care less what you think about me, but that's not the point. I feel like I'm trying to cover things up. I don't necessarily know what I'm trying to cover up, but I'm doing it. One day, both you and I will figure it out. But until then, Chris Nguyen is lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8253167365608931166?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8253167365608931166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8253167365608931166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8253167365608931166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8253167365608931166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/ding-dong.html' title='Ding dong'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7420566471570077628</id><published>2008-06-20T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:39:42.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryanne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7420566471570077628?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7420566471570077628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7420566471570077628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7420566471570077628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7420566471570077628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/maryanne.html' title='Maryanne.'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8766673876636115455</id><published>2008-06-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:38:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since school ended. At one point, I wanted school to be over; I had no desire to be there anymore. But now, all I want to do is go back. I miss a lot of people, people who've made me who I am. What's weird is, I also miss people who I barely talked to. The people who I saw every single day but didn't say a word to. That's what I miss. Who misses me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. Yeah, I'm sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8766673876636115455?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8766673876636115455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8766673876636115455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8766673876636115455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8766673876636115455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-481458718554340721</id><published>2008-06-14T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:47:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>So I finally got my bike, thanks Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was today, I couldn't go. I can't help but feel bad, I let you down Chea. If you ever wanna chill; whatever it is that we do, I'll pay for it. It's been two days into the summer and I feel like I've already fucked up. I really can't change it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that feeling... When you fall head over heels for someone, and when that one person is all you seem to think about. That sudden infatuation, where you know there can be no relation. I try really hard just to keep quiet and act like this is all a joke, but it's not. I'd appreciate it if you just went ahead and told me to stop trying. Don't get me wrong, I'd do anything for you; but the way things are going, it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-481458718554340721?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/481458718554340721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=481458718554340721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/481458718554340721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/481458718554340721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1599820288104843887</id><published>2008-06-13T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:23:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Hey dad, you're finally home. You should be relatively happy Chris. Dad hasn't been home is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy right? I mean, I was happy for the first hour or so, then everything changed. My dad is the strongest man on this earth. But now; sometimes, I can't even find the words to describe how his physical self is. Mentally..... it changes with the medication. I love my dad; and I would do anything for him, but the way he's acting makes my day that much worse. Hurry up and get better dad. Cause the way things are going, I might die before you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1599820288104843887?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1599820288104843887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1599820288104843887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1599820288104843887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1599820288104843887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-6805348745946464289</id><published>2008-06-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:15:14.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last.</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not too excited about the end of the year. I realize that the seniors I've gotten close to will permanently be out of my reach starting tomorrow. After they walk, it's over. Chea, I might not be able to make it to your big day, but know, that I thank you for everything you've done for me. When I do see you again, we'll chill and hopefully it will be the way it is now. On a heavier note, Kim; I have to admit, you were my senior crush. I knew that I had no chance from the beginning, but it's okay.. Actually, it's not. I'm never going to see you again, and the thought of not seeing anyone ever again kills me. All I can do is hope; and with that said, I hope I see you later on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arMynAne.  No chance right? With the school year coming to an end, I will no longer be able to see you. With my dad coming home and summer school, I'm going to put my social life aside and make my dad my number 1 priority. But knowing that I'm not good enough in the back of my mind makes everything worse. We'll talk next year, and maybe then will you stop_____ ___ __.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what goes in the blank. Fill it in, you might be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-6805348745946464289?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6805348745946464289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=6805348745946464289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6805348745946464289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/6805348745946464289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-last.html' title='At last.'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8799483126307282430</id><published>2008-06-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:40:41.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>My name is Chris Nguyen, and I don't know what the hell I want. It's been a second since I posted, but now here I am. Last week of school and I feel normal. Currently, I have to poo; but I won't. Time will pass and things will happen. Who knows? Cause I sure don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8799483126307282430?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8799483126307282430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8799483126307282430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8799483126307282430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8799483126307282430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-5060955637916223324</id><published>2008-06-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:02:53.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I need money for my bike. A lot of people owe me money and it's getting annoying. The end of the year is creeping up and you all know it. So I would appreciate it if you guys paid me already. I'm not naming names but $200 for the Itouch ($160), $15 for that bus pass you never got me, and $50 for your prom shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add that up and what do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who you took advantage of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-5060955637916223324?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5060955637916223324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=5060955637916223324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5060955637916223324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/5060955637916223324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-money-for-my-bike.html' title='....'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-3353956321279697116</id><published>2008-05-31T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:53:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you guessed it. I have the flu. My whole body aches, my stomach hurts, and my nose is constantly running. I don't know what to do, I should be studying for finals but it's too hard. I can't move and every time I get up and walk around, I feel myself wanting to sit back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up Chris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-3353956321279697116?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3353956321279697116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=3353956321279697116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3353956321279697116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/3353956321279697116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1695399521703077964</id><published>2008-05-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:51:42.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I think it's safe to say I'm over everything now. I look at you now and what do I see? Someone who I  lost, and I have no one to blame but myself. I mean don't get me wrong guys, I loved her to the fullest; but I really don't have a chance now, so I have to deal with it. Slowly but surely, my love for her will fade. So with that said, it feels a lot better to walk around school; or anywhere for that matter, without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Chris Nguyen and I no longer feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure Chris?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1695399521703077964?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1695399521703077964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1695399521703077964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1695399521703077964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1695399521703077964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-7865100087221794173</id><published>2008-05-27T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:31:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi B'o</title><content type='html'>Hey dad. I know no one knows about this blog yet, but I haven't really talked about this matter at all even at school. I know it is an important situation, but I'm not 100% comfortable with the sharing of my feelings. At this point, dad, I no longer have the words to describe how much you mean to me. This cancer has nothing on you, I know you'll beat it and live a long and healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to visit you as much as I can; and every time I see you, I realize how great you are as a father and how great you will be in the future. I have no future without you, and I pray to God everyday that you'll get through this. I know blogs are of no value to you, but please, help my dad beat this cancer. Love you dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-7865100087221794173?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7865100087221794173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=7865100087221794173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7865100087221794173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/7865100087221794173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-bo.html' title='Hi B&apos;o'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-9085982682630364140</id><published>2008-05-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:14:32.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SDuJ74FzUNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KvPtJMgb9dk/s1600-h/untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVinN0gi3lc/SDuJ74FzUNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KvPtJMgb9dk/s400/untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204905456118747346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know. That was half a year ago.. this school year is going by way too fast I don't know if I can keep up with it. At least we get to play cooler music next year, or at least I think so. David Ko can't march, he's left when we're all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-9085982682630364140?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9085982682630364140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=9085982682630364140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/9085982682630364140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/9085982682630364140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</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/_cVinN0gi3lc/SDuJ74FzUNI/AAAAAAAAABc/KvPtJMgb9dk/s72-c/untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-8504025552703535893</id><published>2008-05-25T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:24:50.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Summer school is about to start for me at Mission. I don't only need to prepare myself mentally, but physically as well. With that said, I need a new bike. I've been looking on Craigslist a lot lately and I've found some great bikes for pretty cheap, but the only problem is.. How do I do the meetup with the guy? I mean, obviously I can't drive; which is why i need a bike, but how do I get there? And if I do get there, how do I fit the bike in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to worry about and I'm not even done with the school year yet. I'm taking it one day at a time and I hardly think about the future anymore. What the hell do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-8504025552703535893?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8504025552703535893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=8504025552703535893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8504025552703535893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/8504025552703535893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-16248456617074061</id><published>2008-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:11:17.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>I'm writing two times in one day. This is a first for me, and hopefully, it will be my last. Maybe moving toward a relationship at this point in my life isn't such a good idea. Too many times have I set my girl and myself up for failure. Why put in the effort if the relationship is already headed for disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I miss you so much that I try to pull out the negativity that's in the relationship we don't have?  Is that why I'm thinking like this? If that's so, then it goes to show how much I still love and miss you. I can't have you, there's nothing else to say besides that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-16248456617074061?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/16248456617074061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=16248456617074061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/16248456617074061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/16248456617074061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-1613283626099121488</id><published>2008-05-24T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:40:26.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The old days</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what I want anymore. I find myself being a lot more mean to the people who I care about the most. I do this a lot when I find myself in awkward situations that cannot be resolved by simply walking away. I don't know what's going on. Maybe I miss someone who I know I can no longer have. It was my own fault anyway, I'm the one trying to fill the void with rude gestures and I apologize for that. But then again, no one knows about this blog yet; therefore, no one knows how I'm currently feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot.. you might not realize who you are, but when you do, just know that I think about you often and that I am sorry for what I did. asda&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;sadfh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're the one I'm talking about.. You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still in love with KrystleAnn Rasca Aspiras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-1613283626099121488?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1613283626099121488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=1613283626099121488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1613283626099121488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/1613283626099121488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-days.html' title='The old days'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-2058158999150969273</id><published>2008-05-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:18:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Again, I took my shower and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyday is the same for me.. I honestly can't wait until the school year ends. It's getting repedative and I'm fed up with Precal. Shit's too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, after school today, Chea, Nicole and I went to downtown SJ. We ate at Pizza My Heart and then walked across the street to Jack in The Box. When I got there, I was in for some horrible shit. Two tacos there cost $1.29. WTF! I was hoping for 6 tacos for a little over 3 dollars but I was only able to get 4. I felt like killing myself; that's right..Chris Nguyen wanted to kill himself. Eh, tacos aren't worth it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am home, I am going to take a giant crap. Late Niggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chea. Now that I think about it, Next year isn't gonna be the same without you. I'm fucking serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-2058158999150969273?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2058158999150969273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=2058158999150969273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2058158999150969273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/2058158999150969273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/today_21.html' title='Today'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265594395227142576.post-4553737541001856029</id><published>2008-05-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:55:41.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So today was alright. I woke up earlier than usual today, and to be honest... I kind of enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went to go take my shower. While in the shower, I decided to blow my nose. Now when I say "I blew my nose", I blew it. I mean there were boogers everywhere. On my hands, chest, nipples.. everywhere. But it was okay, the little nuggets washed off my body almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, pretty much the usual. Then Nigga Chea drove me home. Thanks again dude, I appreciate it. I noticed how my sentences do not flow at all, and how my word choice isn't all it can be.. But whatever, I'm tired. Late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265594395227142576-4553737541001856029?l=blacksonblacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4553737541001856029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265594395227142576&amp;postID=4553737541001856029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4553737541001856029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265594395227142576/posts/default/4553737541001856029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blacksonblacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>NiggaNguyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17103384587860985428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
