<?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-15872543</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:34:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Heaton Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113157262780595420</id><published>2005-11-09T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:43:47.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous?  hehe... Me?</title><content type='html'>Who's Nervous? Yes, it's true. I'm on my way to Los Angeles, CA for quite sometime starting Friday. The worst part about Travel is all the time you have to spend to get where you want to be. I always loved being on the plane, hanging out at the airport, or just seeing a new city as I got there the first time. I have to spend from 7am to 10 am on a bus toPhiladelphia then take a train to the airport, then a plane to cleavland, OH, not done yet as I get my final plane to LA. I don't feel that way anymore! I want to fly there myself! It's much faster! However, I once tried to fly when I was age6 and the results were not as I expected. I never made that attempt again because the bump on my head hurt that badly and my mom was really mad.  Why you ask, LA? Most of you know I am not really into LA so much. I know there's many cool things to see and do. I hope maybe I can get a different feeling for this city on my trip. I am not really going to see the city. I am going to meet someone very special to me. I have a mix of feeling nervous and excitement. I don't want to waste all my time getting there, I want to instantly be there on friday morning when I leave for the bus. I bet you are full of many questions about who I will be meeting. Well, if you're nice to me and very lucky, I can make time to post a few photos when I return for my photos section! hehe. You see, I will only be home for one evening then I'm off on another trip but it's not as special as this one. People are what make the difference in our lives. I know after this LA will be a more special place. Yet, I'm still nervous! haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113157262780595420?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113157262780595420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113157262780595420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113157262780595420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113157262780595420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/nervous-hehe-me.html' title='Nervous?  hehe... Me?'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113155440842367800</id><published>2005-11-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:40:08.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Again I feel like crap.   My sister and I watched a show earlier, the seventh sign. It was freaky, but.. wow, it really brought things into perspective.  I'ma go to bed cuz I think I'ma puke.. but I'll write more on it tomorrow... ~Joee~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113155440842367800?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113155440842367800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113155440842367800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113155440842367800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113155440842367800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113146827185339012</id><published>2005-11-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:44:31.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone like to see me sad or put down? Just I dont know what I did but whatever it is im sorry. Its like your complicated. And if you didnt care about me,you wouldnt like be putting my phone conversation with one of your friends on speaker. Its just why do you want me to be so unhappy? Everyone is being really big jerks to me. Is it something I say,or is it something I do? I just dont know why all you people are turning against me. Just to tell you all, I have nothing against you guys. Just I hope all you guys can forgive me!    Erica  ps- Why do you all make me be like this??? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113146827185339012?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113146827185339012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113146827185339012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113146827185339012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113146827185339012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113140015249823873</id><published>2005-11-07T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:49:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>Poison ravages the lights aegis, enfeebling sanctity beyond angelic devotion. Relishing darkness enfold innocent flares holding good to virtue. Good is easily swayed with tempting thoughts of power, raping innocence with its possibilities. Benevolent times come to end; tears are shed when the sheep fall before the baneful. Heroes failing, gods dying, a future ever cast with a heartless frontier craving power. Childhood hopes die so early, destroying our imagination, our chance to dream, our chance to hope for maybe one last glimmer of light left in a world consumed in evils embrace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113140015249823873?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113140015249823873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113140015249823873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113140015249823873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113140015249823873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113138180732379429</id><published>2005-11-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:43:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deviously here</title><content type='html'>something from the deviantart gallery...   Too long he has lingeredIn uneventful lustful sighsAll intentions unknownHe takes away all the peace insideWill chance give this madness?Some time to play with fireHe might ignore, the unawarenessFor this wicked thirst of desireNow he smiles insideAnd red wonders his breathShe then goes back to the stars For a kiss she remembersA challenge to revive  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113138180732379429?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113138180732379429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113138180732379429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113138180732379429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113138180732379429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/deviously-here.html' title='deviously here'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113131343953567716</id><published>2005-11-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:43:59.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Star....At Work</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? A blog that is another ordinary day. I haven't had one of these in weeks...It's cool.  So, in case you have been living in a box this past week, McDonald's has gotten rid of its McDeals, and created new sandwiches. Yeah, people are angry, some drive away. A girl I was working with almost cried. But, have no worries, because I am McDonald's new star.  &amp;quot;I'm sorry, but McDonald's is no longer serving the McDeal. But we do have the Value picks menu, with 9 selected items that are $1.49 everyday. If you are interested in sandwiches, we have the Junior Chicken Sandwich and the Double Cheeseburger.&amp;quot;  I say these lines at least 20 times a shift. I am like a robot. I even got a free meal.  But do you wnat to know why I am a star?  Two women came in today, taking pictures and laughing at our signs. Our manager was about to tell them that they had to leave, when one of the women introduced herself, and she was from head office. She was the leader of the marketing campaign for the Value Picks Menu.  Of course, my manager wanting to impress them. calls me over, and makes me say my little schpeel. They were so impressed they told me that they wish that they had brought a video camera to show everyone at head office. It was so embarrassing, but we all know that I love the attention.   On a side note, man, have guys seen the Pillusbury commercial, where they are introducing the pepperoni pizza pop, and when a journalist asks why they had never thought of it before, every one turns to the Dough Boy, who says...&amp;quot;Hoo...Hoo?&amp;quot;. I cried it was so funny, like one of the best commercials I have ever seen. I love it!  And my new favourite song, Tearria Mari....It's definately a girl's song...lol...  Is there any boys aroundthat know how to make a girl feel?that wanna make a girl feel,make her feel good?All I wanna knowIs there any boys aroundthat know how to make a girl feel?that wanna make a girl feel,make her feel good?I just wanna know &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113131343953567716?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113131343953567716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113131343953567716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113131343953567716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113131343953567716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-starat-work.html' title='I&apos;m a Star....At Work'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113129501039450924</id><published>2005-11-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:36:50.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Fish</title><content type='html'>sherry said lil fish (almosts forget dis bitch) called their home fone in the moring````  lil fish: ?? sherry: E````` lil fish: ``?? sherry: ``` lil fish: yun sherry: ``````? lil fish: ?!!!!!!!!?? sherry: ` lil fish: `` sherry: ??? lil fish: ````````(``E````) blah blah blah`````````   im wondering why thatbitch called tony today````must be had sum reason lah````````dis woman dam cheap```just know money and doesnt know human gah``so i believe this time she wants tony's money or just wants to come US so merry him when got the green card then throw him away```anyhow````all shyt`` &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113129501039450924?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113129501039450924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113129501039450924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113129501039450924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113129501039450924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/lil-fish.html' title='Lil Fish'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113120862296762374</id><published>2005-11-05T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:37:03.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT i love beth more</title><content type='html'>i have the greatest girl friend in the world she nice and smart and pretty lol any way i love her very much shes the best thing that has ever happend to be (still)   i love beth &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113120862296762374?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113120862296762374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113120862296762374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113120862296762374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113120862296762374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-i-love-beth-more.html' title='BUT i love beth more'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113114072429398056</id><published>2005-11-04T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:45:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Park</title><content type='html'> I went to theCity Park yesterday with my friends just for a quickwalk. I only tooka few photos. After that we went to have a cup of coffee at the coffee shop not so far far awayfrom the park. It was an excellent cup of coffee until I realize that I dont have my sun glasseswith me.It must be left behindwhen I amtaking photos somewhere.  Iwalked back to the City Park with a dim of hope that I would find my sunnie. Theroute from the coffee shopto the park seem to be a lotlonger this time. I couldn't help thinking that ifI lost this one it would be the third sunnie I have lost in 2 years. The sun shines very strong here in Australia, a lot stronger thanit is inThailand whereI was. Iwould say sunnie is aNEED here and I couldnt live with out one.  I am thinking of whatmodel would I buy this timeif I were to lostit. And moreimportantly, what would thatfellow at the Oakley shopsay if I tell him I want a new one just becauseI lost itagain. Shame on me!!! It was after sun set when I arrived the City Park this time. I didntwalk around but just go directly to a few spots I took photos. It was dark and how could I see it if it was there. I finally gave up and laid down on the grass in the park imagine myself with a new sunnie .... again!!!  On the grass, I saw something dark but, with a hint of light in the park, shining... Could it be my ...? no it wouldnt ... but yes it does look like one ...yes yes yes!!!! I finally found it. It was sitting there all along and I didnt see it before. It was a lovely dinner afterward, since I didnt have to spend any moremoneyon a new sun glasses again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113114072429398056?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113114072429398056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113114072429398056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113114072429398056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113114072429398056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/city-park.html' title='City Park'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113112219054839590</id><published>2005-11-04T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:36:30.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Camp</title><content type='html'>wat it is yo? ... i am like extremely tired! i have to wake up every morn at 7 to go to soccer camp..! and this thurs im goin back to doctor...to see wuts really wrong with my leg...well leave a comment later cuddins  kiss kiss ciao!   judy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113112219054839590?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113103569988483839</id><published>2005-11-03T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:34:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant take it anymore</title><content type='html'>Well wut should i write now, im depressed to shit and anyone who knows me knows why, ahhh shit anyways i dont know wut to write or what to bloody do for that matter. so ne1 who knows wut to do tell e cuz im fuckin on the bridge of insanity lol &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113103569988483839?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113103569988483839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113103569988483839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113103569988483839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113103569988483839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='Cant take it anymore'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113096785253427421</id><published>2005-11-02T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:44:12.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of work!!</title><content type='html'>o well tat day is finally over ... which is yesterday... juz too tired to write my blog.. but then again... ended up selling up to 15units coz it's way little ppl on sundays than saturdays.   today well.. hmm what happend today... notin much... wake up... went to college played ping pong wit miya... oooooooo got to tell ya she is good =P... neways... met wit some of her other friends... su ann, kim and another one... sigh im bad at remembering chinese names... neways i'll ask her again &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;  then continue playing wit lala... continuous winning until jit came T.T sigh still lost to him.. dunno when can i win him... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113096785253427421?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113096785253427421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113096785253427421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113096785253427421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113096785253427421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-day-of-work.html' title='Second day of work!!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113094981253914181</id><published>2005-11-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:43:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody hurts</title><content type='html'>When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.  Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.  Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone  If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.  Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113094981253914181?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113094981253914181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113094981253914181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113094981253914181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113094981253914181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody hurts'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113088127188989103</id><published>2005-11-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:41:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Will Be, Will Be</title><content type='html'>Last Saterday, get a song from Abraham, so tenderly song , so worm sound, keep ur heart peace to hear the sound of ur heart ur mind , and enjoy the life what u have , whatever it is more sadness than happiness, whatever it is more rain than sun, enjoy it , and I am sure u will see rainbow some day     Whatever Will Be, Will Be  when i was just a little girl i asked my mother, &amp;quot;what will i be &amp;quot; will i be pretty? will i be rich ? here's what she said to me :&amp;quot;que sera , sera , whatever will be ,will be ; the future's not ours to see que sera ,sera. what will be, will be.&amp;quot;   when i grew up and fell in love. i asked my sweetheart ,&amp;quot;what lies ahead? will we have rainbows day after day? &amp;quot; here's what my sweetheart said:&amp;quot;que sera ,sera, whatever will be ,will be.&amp;quot; the future's not ours to see que sera ,sera. what will be, will be.&amp;quot;   now i have children of my own. they ask their mother&amp;quot; what will i be?&amp;quot; will i be handsome ?will i be rich? i tell them tenderly :&amp;quot;que sera, sera , whatever will be , will be; the future's not ours to see. que sera, sera, what will be,will be que sera ,sera! &amp;quot;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113088127188989103?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113088127188989103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113088127188989103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113088127188989103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113088127188989103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever Will Be, Will Be'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113086260503314976</id><published>2005-11-01T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:30:05.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras de Geburah</title><content type='html'>Si bien estan un poco sujetas a cambios y baches de memoria, aqui van algunas:  The Gnostic Song:  You wanna rule me You tried to break me You need to know that You'll never make it Won't trust the world I'll do what I will A star is leading my way You can't define me 'cuz I'm always changing (&amp;quot;There's someone in my head but it's not me&amp;quot;) You'll never know what  (&amp;quot;There's someone in my head but it's not me&amp;quot;) I've got inside me Stop dreaming This dying world I open my eyes And fly away I'm free to be what- ever I want you No more your nightmares This is the awakening Stop dreaming This dying world I open my eyes And fly away   Night Descends  Staring at this darkness Among my broken dreams Your love was just a shadow Poison through my skin And deep inside this nightmare I feel your fated grim The monster you've been feeding The harvest I will reap But I feel The night  Is descending But I fear What may Bring this ending So after the departure Of hope from this cruel world I've found a star is shining Above the longest road The Wheel will keep on turning My light shall spring again I'm looking for the fountain The true reality But I feel The Night Is descending But I fear What may Bring this ending &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113086260503314976?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113086260503314976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113086260503314976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113086260503314976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113086260503314976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/letras-de-geburah.html' title='Letras de Geburah'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113079491838901568</id><published>2005-10-31T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:41:58.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Since our first date...</title><content type='html'>... A year has passed. Good times, bad times. Troubles and situations that threatened us and revealed the fragility in our lives. Great moments, when we forget the world around us and just enjoyed all the time. During this time, we lived together. Now and forever, I love you... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113079491838901568?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113079491838901568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113079491838901568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113079491838901568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113079491838901568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/since-our-first-date.html' title='... Since our first date...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113069013804675664</id><published>2005-10-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:35:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it's all about</title><content type='html'> What Its All About  Life isnt about keeping score. Its not about how many people call you and its not about who youve dated, are dating, or havent dated at all. It isnt about who youve kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. Its not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, its not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isnt about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and its not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isnt about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. Its about how you feel about yourself. Its about trust, happiness, and compassion. and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. Its about what you say and what you mean. Its about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone elses in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what lifes about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113069013804675664?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113069013804675664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113069013804675664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113069013804675664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113069013804675664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-its-all-about.html' title='what it&apos;s all about'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113062170058322765</id><published>2005-10-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:35:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quote</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In Life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson&amp;quot;- Tom Bodett &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113062170058322765?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113062170058322765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113062170058322765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113062170058322765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113062170058322765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-quote.html' title='Another Quote'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113060392602145520</id><published>2005-10-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:38:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washes the dust and haze away</title><content type='html'>Just published &amp;quot;The haze comes back again&amp;quot; blog, it started to rain. It was a heavy one. Thank to god, it washed the dust and the haze away It still has some haze staying around, but at least better than before. Although it was a heavy rain, we still went out for lunch. What to do...staying away from home alone, and hardly cook at home to eat. So, no matter how the weather is, still need to eatAfter eating, went for a hair cut, and itfeels like it's been a long time never see myself in spiky hair   Ahhh....feel so fresh now, after the rain showered the land, and after the hair cut, everything is so fresh and feel so awake and cool..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113060392602145520?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113060392602145520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113060392602145520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113060392602145520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113060392602145520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/washes-dust-and-haze-away.html' title='Washes the dust and haze away'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113053600742981761</id><published>2005-10-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:46:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School (just around the corner)</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,  Once again this is JB,   Well i was listening to LP (linkin park) My december, When BOOM! a flash came into my mind like a lighting bolt. School is like a week away!  So i so i said to myself &amp;quot;self, why isnt your classes here yet?&amp;quot;   so i went to the mailbox and i found it so i opened it up and i got the most wondeful news a kid at Charlottle Middle School could ever get....  ....IT said that Mrs. Usiak WAS GONE!!!!!!!!  I AM FREE!!!!! HA! HA! HA!  oh and my teachers are Mr. Bourland and Mrs. Falk   So this was JB &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113053600742981761?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113053600742981761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113053600742981761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113053600742981761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113053600742981761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-just-around-corner.html' title='School (just around the corner)'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113051797574952463</id><published>2005-10-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:46:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am happy the now</title><content type='html'>life is full of emotional roller coasters and i've been on a biiiig one lately it seems. every now and then i'll be really low for one reason or another but lately it's all been pretty closely related. the past week has been really long for me...jus things happening and things not happening i guess you could say. there have been a few things that have happend this week that have boosted my happiness levels. so like i don't know 2 hours ago i jus like got this huge boost, i couldn't stop smiling it was awesome!!! it was totally unexpected but sooo totally cool!!! i'm really tired but really happy. i could conquer the world!!! haha jus kidding i'll stick with my every day fight for life....happiness.....and love. well i think i'm gonna head to bed i'm super tired and can't wait up anymore or i'll like fall over. good night and peace easy all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113051797574952463?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113051797574952463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113051797574952463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113051797574952463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113051797574952463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-happy-now.html' title='am happy the now'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113044886827726255</id><published>2005-10-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:34:28.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatter!</title><content type='html'>Joshua is learning to talk now, when he points to his shoes, he would say &amp;quot;su...su&amp;quot;, when he points to his water, he would say &amp;quot;ter...ter&amp;quot;. But, why he still doesn't want to say &amp;quot;papa&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;mama&amp;quot;?   What i read from book said, bilingual family will tardy the toddler's talking progress, but once he/she speaks, he/she will become a good talker. So, mommy is stop worrying now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113044886827726255?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113044886827726255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113044886827726255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113044886827726255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113044886827726255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/chatter.html' title='Chatter!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113043065947542728</id><published>2005-10-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:30:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all those people out there alone....</title><content type='html'>Hi. This is a message for all those people out there who feal alone and think that nobody out there cares for them. First let me tell you something........maybe nobody cares for you andmaybe nobody loves you but remember this: GOD LOVES YOU and he wont leave you alone. Now your thinking: &amp;quot;If he loves me then why does he keeps me alone in the dark?&amp;quot; Well, being alone and depressed is normal to everybody. You WILL be alone a lot of times in your life and this is natural since there aren't many like you, in fact, there's gonna be only 1 just as you, your soul mate. And you wont find this soul mate until you have transformed into a mature human being so most of you have a long way to go in that department, unlessyou guys wanna become a priest. Hey, why not??? Why not be a priest and help others?? Well, most of us like other things besides helping other. I know I do. I love music, and I love cmputers but that's not the topic. The things is that you will feel alone, but remember that, regardless all the pressure, there are people out there that love you, but dont wanna reveal theirselves and its not our faultthat we got to live not on the best time of history. I mean.........people dont fight anymore out there with pounches and stick, now there are guns, snipers, semi-automatics, etc.You gotta stay away from drugs and nobody's girl......that's the only way one can live in this life until you have foun the right now. When do youi know its the right one? Well, u thik the same, you would do the same things for other, she/he does everything just to be with you, etc. and other things and you'll find really cute and loveful. Whenever you need any tip e-mail me to crazyloverguy14@hotmail.com or u can leave a comment replying this Blog or add me tu your MSN Messenger (same e-mail). Take care and remember to always do 2 things:1.Smile because you can never know who will fall in love with your smile. 2.PRAY.....that's the key to everything....being loyal to God and to have patience. Remember those 2 words and you'll live in Heaven for sure......... And if you have time, read what I wrote below this blog. The first one you'll see is a song I wrote. The last one is a Dedicatory of my life tomy friends. Read it and comments are welcomed Take care guys!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113043065947542728?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113043065947542728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113043065947542728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113043065947542728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113043065947542728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-all-those-people-out-there-alone.html' title='For all those people out there alone....'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113036254244778797</id><published>2005-10-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:35:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Mangalore Australia</title><content type='html'>Hello. I've added some pictures from Mangalore in Australia during my study's with Kestrel have fun .  Hallo ich habe einige Bilder die ich waerend meines Aufenthalts in Magalore , Australien gemacht habe als ich bei Kestrel wahr. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113036254244778797?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113036254244778797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113036254244778797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113036254244778797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113036254244778797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/pictures-from-mangalore-australia.html' title='Pictures from Mangalore Australia'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113034419386025341</id><published>2005-10-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:29:54.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie</title><content type='html'>high,,!,,!!!!meal,,,,...,T-mart,,,...,,high,,...,,,?,,shame!,,,enjoy...!...Jamie :)To Sheng:Ya. That is so good to be happy as you always siad &amp;quot;Be happy as always&amp;quot; lo :) Wish you can be happy all the time as well ! To Ivan: ,,! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113034419386025341?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113034419386025341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113034419386025341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113034419386025341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113034419386025341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/jamie.html' title='Jamie'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113027606029873875</id><published>2005-10-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:34:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BULLSHITS</title><content type='html'>MK IM NOT A NERD NOR A PUNK. IM JUST ME ME ME ME. DONT CATEGORIZE ME MK. I HANG WITH FRIENDS THAT ARE &amp;quot;PUNK&amp;quot; BUT THAT DOESNT INCLUDE ME. NO IM NOT MAD IM JUST TELLIN YOUSE WHO ALWAYS CALL ME PUNK. INCLUDIN YOU VERNON. O AND THANKS FOR THE STUFF TOYS... SUCH A SWEET BROTHER... REMEMBER NO NOODLES. WELLWELL WELL UMMM YESTERDAY I WRESTLE WITH MY MOM...:| O WE BOTH WRESTLE FOR THE CONTROL AND UMM I WON. WELL UMM YEAH I HAVE TO GO... NEED TO HELP OUT... CLEAN THE TERANCE CRAP... I SHALL WRITE MORE... SO TALY HO... UMMM YEAH...  THERE FINISHED.. ALL I HAD TO DO WAS CARRY STUFF UP AND DOWN... MMM WELL... YEAH ALMOST MONDAY. DAD GOES TO MEXICO THANK MMMM JOB  O UMM A QUESTION... WHEN PEOPLE SAY SORRY DO THEY MEAN IT? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113027606029873875?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113027606029873875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113027606029873875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113027606029873875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113027606029873875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/bullshits.html' title='BULLSHITS'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-113025861054398475</id><published>2005-10-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:43:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Final Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>yes! one more final tomorrow and it's SUMMER BREAK~! i think i did really good on today's biology final ^^ i should be getting an &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; for my semester grade XD. tomorrow is the last final, but one of the harder ones cuz i'm so bad in english &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; plus, writing a whole essay under time restraint will certainly put more pressure on me &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; i just hope i don't bomb it &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;. Hopefully my revised english essays will help bring my grade up a little =D. okie, that's all ^^. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113025861054398475?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113025861054398475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113025861054398475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113025861054398475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113025861054398475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-final-tomorrow.html' title='Last Final Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113019004866662165</id><published>2005-10-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:40:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this Work??</title><content type='html'>Dunno why i just feel like i wanna write alot of things here now... Yes everything of what i feel like saying....  If the brain needs rest then i believed that this week my brain must have worked the hardest.... There doesn't seems to be a time my brain doesn't thinks of anything strange anything sad anything down.... Lets start off with work  WORK Company: SignZ Technology Pte Ltd Business nature: Sole Distributor of Mimaki Products for Singapore, Indonesia and Malaysia  As for me.... Hired as a Technician.... &amp;quot;Promoted&amp;quot; to Technical Sales half a year ago.. Been in this company for 1 year and 7 months up to date..  Life in this company started not bad... Technician is what i actually like doing... Solving problems, making something good again.. Got good colleagues that i can talk to can share pointers and chat abt almost everything..  Yest a brother from my cg said he heard that in working life there are 3 factors but usually we can only get 2..  (1) Good Pay (2) Good colleagues (3) Enjoyment of work  Have to be honest, I really think i used to have all 3 of them... but then recently everything seems to fade away...  When i started to go to Indo alot as a tech, i have to bring my customers alot of ink cartridges in a suitcase.. so everytime at the airport custom i have to smuggle them past those blood sucking custom officers... Did that for 1 year plus and still going on...  Already doing that makes me feel like i'm like a criminal... yet when i told my boss he will say it's legal cos our stuffs did not exceed USD 500... Taking me like a fool right!!! &amp;quot;It's ok, just pay them some coffee money and it'll do... i'm ok with it&amp;quot;.... Hey man you're not there... you're ok , i'm not!!!  Colleagues.... Used to not understand my senior why he always wants to save $$ for this stingy and not understanding boss of our's... now i know... Being a sales guy, if you haven't shown any results how can you face the boss?? So everything ... CUT COST.... and once again i'm made to suffer for that.... Cool i take it... They always say... We're men!! Doing big business.... Alright man i take it... Like a man... Now that my senior has resigned, I'm the senior... given a junior guy to follow me around there... Honestly i really want him to hear this: &amp;quot;As much as you hate to go there every week, SO DO I!!!!&amp;quot; So please stop showing me that face when ever i ask you are you able to go.... At least you can still say no because you are new and always being pampered!!!! Shit!! Do i have a choice?? I also want to stay in Spore and spend some times with my friends and family u know??!!! But do i have a choice?? NO!!   My best colleague in the company has just tendered his resignation letter on fri... What does this means?? Everyone who is able to click with me is gone..... Now in Indo i face irritating customers, a localoffice boy who never fails to make my blood boils, a junior who always feels like he's the only one suffering there... Back in Spore, no one to talk to... a supposly technician who now only does store duties who always bugs me abt what are the stores i've used as if i cannot noticed his existence... an irritating boss who only ask abt is there any sales?? Hey man, look at me... i only sleep an average of 4 hours a day indo to work for u and to service your stupid machines and answer stupid demands by your irritating customers who really thinks i'm superman and calls me even at 4am!!! You expect me to close deals?? Dream on!!! The moment new clients sees me they thou i'm a zomble!!!  Cusotmers: Rich... All are damn rich... and some damn bloody cocky... One in Surabaya always calls me whenever he lost witht eh machine... At 4am, on fri nights, sat nights and even sun evenings!!!! Hey listen up i'm only human.... I sold you a machine... Spelled M-A-C-H-I-N-E... sure you can read right?? you got your degree in the states man.... The sales contract didn't mentioned anything abt my life!!!! I have a life to live too you know?? Stop thinking that a good service means 24-7 service... Thank God he didn't called me when i'm out with that someone i love hanging out with... Else you're gonna be named the no1 blacklisted customer!!  Another idiot simply is so cocky that he loves to say &amp;quot;Come on Wayne, this is not the way to do business, you see my company, it's so big, i won't run away right??&amp;quot; ok 1st of all, know this, whats there to be cocky abt?? You have what you have today simply because you have a rich guy in your family you call DAD... Without him... where would you be?? I don;t even dare think abt it... Next you talk abt how big your company is.... Then what took you so damn long to pay uo that USD 53000?? Since you're that rich, what's that to you?? Man think with your brain b4 u speak... See what happens when u use your ass to speak?? Everything that comes out of it is just simply shit....   Up till now ppl will begin to say:&amp;quot;Wayne, if you don't like it so much, why not just simly quit?? Easy right?? Everything solved...&amp;quot; Well i wished... I even wished they comdemn me to become just a lowly store man so i can start staying in this island call home.... Yes Singapore is my home!! So all you ppl please i beg you guys to stop asking me why not just migrate there!! You like living there so much why not you take my place?? You can enjoy the ever smoky air, yellowish tap waters there all you like.... Please, by all means...  I admit, I have made a mistake, a real terrible one by taking up the challenge to be a tech sales in that country.... Cos i was initially told that there'll be 2 sales person there... so instead of every mother sons and daughters calling me, they can also look for another person... A year ago i actually resigned, guess what my boss said?? &amp;quot;I've spent half a year training you and now you are finally independent and you want to leave just like that?? Let's talk abt contribution to the company?? Have you??&amp;quot; Being the ever wanna be responsible stupid guy, i said:&amp;quot;Ok, i'll stay and contribute for another half a year&amp;quot; so he of cos raised my pay and work was still enjoyable back then.... Now &amp;quot;You're the most experienced person over there, how can you go?? Who do i hand over to??&amp;quot; Using my weakness to make me stay... I just wanna do my best and leave with ppl saying that i have done a good job... not ppl saying behind my back that i'm irresponsible and leaving just like that...  I&amp;quot;m tired... really tired... As i was on the cab over this week this super old techno song just flashed back into my mind.... &amp;quot;Is there anyone out there who can hear me, anyone out there who can hear me&amp;quot;.... God.. Pull me out of this mess... I feel like running away, away from everyone and to You... I really missed the days of happiness... I can;t smile anymore, i feel so fake... i can't show my real feelings because ppl are gonna ask what's wrong and i really am tired of saying... God, you know what i'm gonna do this fri, help me.I know you'll be there.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113019004866662165?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113019004866662165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113019004866662165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113019004866662165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113019004866662165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-this-work.html' title='Is this Work??'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113017213743132600</id><published>2005-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:42:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She thinks she knows everything!</title><content type='html'>*FOR  SALE BY OWNER: Complete  set of Encyclopedia Britannica. 45 volumes. Excellent condition. $1,000 or  best offer. No longer needed, got married. Wife knows  everything!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113017213743132600?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113017213743132600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113017213743132600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113017213743132600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113017213743132600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-thinks-she-knows-everything.html' title='She thinks she knows everything!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113008580011272783</id><published>2005-10-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:43:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday!--haha cheesy</title><content type='html'>Hello All Katie and Alex speaking! We just got back from riding to wal-mart and getting some yummy water and then we went to McDonalds and got a SIX piece chicken nuggets but they gave us SEVEN! yeah try not to get jealous I know your all turning green with envy! Then we rode past Amanda's house but we didnt want to desurb her sick mother so we rode by super slow hoping she'd hear us and come out then we drove past the garage and the car was gone, oohh yeah were cool! now were at my house chillin and talking to Laura!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113008580011272783?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113008580011272783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113008580011272783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113008580011272783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113008580011272783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/super-sunday-haha-cheesy.html' title='Super Sunday!--haha cheesy'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-113001710293208803</id><published>2005-10-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:38:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Azz Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight Matt, Liz, Rem, and I all ate a pizza down at Kinder's and totally disturbed the whole restaurant with our our awesome antics. It was hilarious hearing the gentle but funny tune of my trumpet star wars theme music. People were also staring at my Mohawk which made it even better. Then we went to buddy's although buddy wasn't there people were partying at his house, so we just stole a bunch of his songs which totally rocked. Now were here, Cody, Rem, and I and were having an awesomely good time eating hamburgers and macaroni which is the best in the world. Warped Tour is Tuesday which is gonna rock hard. Later! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-113001710293208803?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113001710293208803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=113001710293208803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113001710293208803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/113001710293208803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kick-azz-night.html' title='Kick Azz Night'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112999961170197969</id><published>2005-10-22T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:46:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Oh well anyway, I just called to say,Everything's gonna be okay.Your friends aren't so far away.Tomorrow's another day.Don't get so down on yourself.Think of me with you.Cause I do. I think of you. --Chris Isaak  A man died last night at home with his wife and friends nearby. He was a great friend to someone who is very important to me. In fact, without him my friend may not have become the man he is today.  Mark, thank you for the contributions you made on this earth. Know that you will not be forgotten. Know that I understand and appreciate the gift that you gave to me, through George. Know that your strength andhope will be passed from George and others, to me and others,and from us to stillothers, and that you will never be gone from our lives or this earth. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112999961170197969?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112999961170197969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112999961170197969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112999961170197969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112999961170197969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112993017070748963</id><published>2005-10-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:29:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sup</title><content type='html'>hey ppl sup n2m just hanging w/ kim shez spending the night lol i went to her house today lol yummy brandon was on lol hezzzzzzzzzzzzz sexay lol(turnz to kim we got to get him to read this) lol she sayz sure do lol hez on right now lol yummy lol anywayz lol we saw austin elm and we waved and he waved back it was awesome lol my mom said to stay on the computer for an hour lol ya right lol like thatz gonna happen lol my sister and bro r gone lol and it rockzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz lol hell ya right kim lol anywayz lol i have a stocker now lol he scarez mezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz lol i g2g lol i luv ya guyz tonz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112993017070748963?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112993017070748963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112993017070748963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112993017070748963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112993017070748963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/sup.html' title='sup'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112991227740600845</id><published>2005-10-21T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:31:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat from God</title><content type='html'> For those that knew me but still asking me where Im working: I work at PJ which is so far from my house. Although company have operation site at KL capital that is so near my house, Im still working at PJ HQ. However I might still need to go to operation site to do setup, knowledge pass and problem investigation/maintenance also meets the colleague there. The operator is quite friend with me, always treat me with their snacks and invite me for lunch or dinner (but I didnt go coz normally it is still long time to lunch or dinner and I should return back to HQ). Today I was on duty at operation site for problem investigating (again), and my colleague invite me for lunch again after the lunch time which we both havent take and I hardly reject. For those that knew me (or from previous blog, Ill be going Aus), Im in a great poor for saving money going Aus. With the bad financial planning I had also had cause me having fruit as lunch for this few weeks, perhaps will be same in the following weeks. Any how I just take it as my diet motivation/forced :P . Not to mention the high expenses in capital. I didnt pray to god for anything physical, coz I know Ill have anything that I need from him. Since I spend less, I also bring very less money with me (not a good idea when deal with robberL) which only enough for a slice of fruit (my lunch) with a little extra. However I cant reject his warm invitation specially found that he will be eating alone if I reject. Then I thought to get some money from ATM, so I bring my bag along planning to return to HQ after lunch. But my colleague told me to leave my bag in office and no need to rush. So we went out and he helped me find ATM machine which no need for long queue. But when I reached there only I remember I left my ATM card in bag and it is now in the office!! I told my colleague about my bag, I dont know we should go back to take, which will spend more time or I should just go for a drink (that possible more expensive than my fruit). Then my colleague said never mind he will treat me. I was surprise coz I know he is not in a well financial status also. By the time we had lunch, he told me about his GF, until he know that Im a Christian, he told me his GF is also a Christian. He also told me that his GF force him to join and it will be a quarrel every time (another similar case). From the small chat, I found that he speak like me in the past about God, which I believe he also have a will to seek God without his own notice. I told him that Ill treat him back for the lunch, and maybe have more chance to tell him about God J &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112991227740600845?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112991227740600845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112991227740600845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112991227740600845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112991227740600845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/treat-from-god.html' title='Treat from God'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112984410682116322</id><published>2005-10-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:35:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad fashion</title><content type='html'>Ick, do empire dresses look awfull or what?  I'm sorry, but the ones that I saw in my sister-in-law's Vogue from some time in late spring showed starlets and models in these things...they looked terrible. Such is fashion...you have to sell something new every season. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112984410682116322?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112984410682116322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112984410682116322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112984410682116322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112984410682116322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-fashion.html' title='bad fashion'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112982640388054793</id><published>2005-10-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:40:03.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NFL Trip</title><content type='html'>Ok so last Sunday I had to get up at 8 so that I could shower and pack my bags for my FFA trip. Our chapter was goin boating in Yankton. So then I got up and at like 10:30 Mom and Kim took me to the Corner Mart to get pizza for breakfast and lunch, so pretty much brunch. And Sami was working! It was funny cuz I was picking something to drink and I hear someone go Teresa...and I thought I just imagined it and then she said it again and I turned around and she was there lol! So I talked to her for like 15 minutes then left and went to school. Yeah, we took the van and then Justin took his suburban dealy with his speedboat. So then, we got to Yankton and went and set up our campsite. Then, we all got changed and we went boating. It was a super fun time! Kent brought his pontoon boat and so then Britt, Nick, Tate, Tyrel, Tyler S., Adam, and me went with him...and Mr. Timm. Yeah, it was weird cuz I mean I was in my swimsuit and my ag teacher was right there! It was creepy! But Britt and me brought all this tanner stuff so we got good tans...and it worked! I didn't even get sunburnt! Anyhow so we went boating for a long time and then Kent's parents came with another speedboat they'd rented and Kent, Britt, Tate, Nick, Tyrel, Tyler S., and me went on that one and we went tubing. Omg, Brittney, Nick, and me all went at once on the 2 or 3 person tube and I was in the middle and when Nick fell off he pulled me with him! So then later when he was in the middle and I fell off...I pulled him off with me. Then, Kent and I went and his elbow hit me in the chin like 3 times in a row...so now I have this big bruise! And my legs and elbows are all scratched up! It was fun, but my arms and legs are sore from being out there for like 7 hours! Then, we went back, showered, then ate. Justin, Matt, Cody, Blake, and Troy were lucky cuz they gotta stay out on the lake longer! It sucked! They were there for like 3 extra hours! But it was alright cuz then Kent, Nick, Britt, Tyler S., Tanner, Jesse, and I went back down to the lake. We told Mr. Timm we were gonna catch crawdads even tho all we did was talk and get in the water. We thought about goin skinny dipping but we never did in the end lol! The water was so nice too! Anyhow after a while we went back and then Kent and I lost Nick and Brittney so then we decided to get our walkie-talkies that Kent brought. Kent and I decided we needed code names too so I became Foxxy Lady and he was Rubber Ducky. Anyhow we found Brittney and Nick pretty fast...they were swinging on some swings. So then, we decided we didn't wanna go back to the campsite yet so we just walked around. And whenever we saw anyone coming we'd split up...either Nick would come with me and Britt with Kent or vice-versa. Then, we realized Nick and Brittney had no code names so Brittney became BrittDizzle and Nick became ChipMunk. So then when they wanted us both we were the FoxxyDizzles or Pretty Ladies and Nick and Kent were the RubberMunks lol. While we were out there we found a cool jungle gym so we called that our secret headquarters that nobody else could find out about!It sucked tho b/c Mr. Timm wanted us to go to bed at like 12! We were like ok why? He said that we needed to b/c we had to get up early for our tour of the radio station 104.1! Anyhow we were like ok sure. So then, the 4 of us devised this plan to go to bed and then get up at like 2 or 3 and sneak out! We were like ok we'll bring our sleeping bags and pillows and go to our secret place! Yeah, that plan totally backfired! We didn't get caught or anything...b/c we ended up not getting to go!It all started that Brittney and I went into our tent and realized someone stole Brittney's money...26 dollars worth! It was so bad! This was at like 12:30 too! So then we told Kent over the walkie-talkie and he snuck over to check it out and then all the freshman boys followed him! So then Mr. Timm came over and he had us tell him what happend and all and then he left. Ok he was sleeping on a picnic table, but after that happened he moved to the closest one near us...as if to protect us I guess...uh huh sure! Lol...I didn't really get him on that one! Anyhow so then it was too hard to sneak out so we paged Kent and told him and we devised a new plan. It was that we were gonna get up at like 5 and go to our secret place and then come back at 7:30...when everyone else was getting up. So then we talked to Kent and Nick on the walkie-talkies for a while more and we were just gonna sleep with the door to our tent open so it'd be easy to escape...until Kent told us to shut it b/c he heard a racoon! And I guess it was super close too, so Brittney panicked and all the boys started laughing at us because of it! So then we quick shut it and were gonna sleep, but couldn't cuz it was so hot! So then after a while we just got up and we walked over to Nick and Kent's tent and we sat outside of it with them till like 5 in the morning and then we finally slept till 6:30! And omg Brittney was sleep talking and she called me Alexa lol! And she kept asking for her brush cuz she wanted to brush her hair and we said we didn't have a brush and she kept calling us retards! Then Kent's like Brittney where are we? And she goes shut the hell up! Omg it was so creepy! Kent and I were like backing away cuz we thought she was gonna lash out on us!!! So we just backed off! Then, she laid down and all of a sudden sat back up and was like hey guys. It was so weird!After that we got up before anyone else and escaped to our &amp;quot;secret hideout!&amp;quot; We walked over there in our sleeping bags with our pillows and these 2 biker dudes kept laughing at us...and they were walking around with no shirts on which was super gross! Anyhow we slept on the jungle gym for a while and Kent and I tried to sneak off and leave Nick and Britt...but it didn't work so we just all got up. Then, we went and showered and got ready and then we went on our radio tour. Yeah, I pretty much didn't hear anything they said cuz I was half asleep! Then, we went home...which was cool cuz then I slept for like 7 hours after I got back! Well now that's everything! ~Teresa~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112982640388054793?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112982640388054793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112982640388054793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112982640388054793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112982640388054793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-nfl-trip.html' title='My NFL Trip'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112975819716110533</id><published>2005-10-19T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:43:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True love is hard 2 find. Special 1-1 of a kind. But the love inside of me
 is true. It appeared the day i met you!:)</title><content type='html'>ROMEO   He jests at scars that never felt a wound.  JULIET appears above at a window  But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with grief,That thou her maid art far more fair than she:Be not her maid, since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and greenAnd none but fools do wear it; cast it off.It is my lady, O, it is my love!O, that she knew she were!She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?Her eye discourses; I will answer it.I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,Having some business, do entreat her eyesTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head?The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heavenWould through the airy region stream so brightThat birds would sing and think it were not night.See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!   JULIET   Ay me! ROMEO   She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air. JULIET   O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Capulet. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112975819716110533?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112975819716110533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112975819716110533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112975819716110533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112975819716110533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-love-is-hard-2-find-special-1-1.html' title='True love is hard 2 find. Special 1-1 of a kind. But the love inside of me&#xA; is true. It appeared the day i met you!:)'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112973956726264061</id><published>2005-10-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:32:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Random: Change in Arabia</title><content type='html'>  Being an Arab I must shed some light on the happenings of the Arab world. After all, how can I ignore it when so much is happening in it these days?!  Here's some history in a nutshell for those of you who might not know it. ALL Arabic countries (except Saudi Arabia) were occupied by European countries during the both World War times. This came directly after the fall of the Ottoman Empire redeemed by many as evil. The outcome of this occupation was the division of these countries forming borders which never existed before. These borders were drawn on maps placed on tables of politicians and generals of the occupying forces. The borders, however, were drawn regardless of demographic, cultural, religious and ethnic considerations. The result: people with extremely different ways of life were put together in one country and expected to get along. But they didn't have to because what followed were coups all over the place placing dictators as leaders for life. Some of which surprisingly still alive till this day!  Another outcome of the occupation was the creation of the Jewish state of Israel in what was once called Palestine. War followed by another and another, mostly leading into complete defeat and disaster for the &amp;quot;Allied Arabic Forces&amp;quot;.  Since then, all I hear in the Arab world is this: the reason behind our slump is the occupation, Israel and the dictators installed by the CIA, Mosad and God knows what else! Arabs feed their children with thoughts of hatred towards Jews, Americans and preach about the &amp;quot;Arabic Dream&amp;quot;. We make so much fun of the &amp;quot;American Dream&amp;quot;, never acknowledging that we have a dream of our ownthe unity of all Arabic countries under one flag, speaking one language, the Arabic nationalism which plagues our lands.  Here's a thought: it's all crap. Arabs are just starting to wake up to the fact that this so called dream will never happen, and was never meant to happen. And this blame game against the West and Israel is nothing more than a runaway method to escape the harsh yet very true reality that we Arabs suck. Having countries that produce much of the world's needs of consumption, we are still backwards, living in extreme bureaucracy, and no where near civilization. Our laziness made us sit on our asses everyday, blame others and our governments, and do nothing thinking, believing, and advising that we can't.  Iraq gets invaded for no valid reason, yet no one moves. Arabic forces fighting the Israeli occupation were filled with deceit and treachery and backstabbing. I thought that the invasion of Iraq would be a wake up call for everyonestill we all sit and watch thetelevisionshowing bombings, killings and more occupation. Who would sit and watch his countries falling one after the other?!!  Can we join the modern world without losing our culture, values and religious beliefsof course we can. Can we force our governments to change their policies and stop stealing money, develop the educational, political and economical sectors and for our leaders to act like menof course we can.  I am ashamed of our leaders and more ashamed of the people who sleep every night not giving a damn while the rest of the world moves into new dimensions of science, technology, development and higher standards.  In the Issues to come I will talk about this in more details and extensively taking some countries as examples. Our first example in Issue 14 will be Saudi Arabia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112973956726264061?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112973956726264061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112973956726264061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112973956726264061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112973956726264061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-change-in-arabia.html' title='The Random: Change in Arabia'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112967171607047864</id><published>2005-10-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:41:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transpac 2005</title><content type='html'> I will be keeping track of the Transpac this year as Mike, the skipper I crew for in the local races, will be crewing aboard Spectre, a CAL 40. The CAL 40s are scheduled to start on Monday, Jul 11 and the fast boats leave only on the 17th. Im not sure if they publish GPS locations of the boats on the website like for the Swiftsure. I sure hope they do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112967171607047864?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112967171607047864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112967171607047864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112967171607047864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112967171607047864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/transpac-2005.html' title='Transpac 2005'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112965359772007978</id><published>2005-10-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:39:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 28th Journal</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm righting this at noontime... my computer's time thing is messed up so it says 6:14... so it's really noon time, which is my down time, which can also be considered my break time, and we'e in the beggining of summer time, if you worked at a wind mill or liked alcohol then you could consider this miller time, and you can read this anytime, and of course, I am looking pretty fine. Hahahahahaha... I love redoing songs. Anyways... nothing new is really going on. I was watching date my mom on MTV this morning and they played Relient K's &amp;quot;Be My Escape&amp;quot; after he was done dating the third contestant's mom... so that was pretty cool. Today I am thinking about playing tennis, I was supposed to go yesterday with my brother, but instead he went to a friend's house. But I went to the pool yesterday... that was lame. It was soooooooooooo boring. I swam some laps and pretended to drown for until my step-mom was ready to go. She and my step sister had to go lay out at the pool. They never got in it. They just figured they wanted to pay money instead of laying out, because the experience of wasting gas to go lay out on concrete is just so more pleasing than walking about 10 steps to your backyard to lay out. Oh well. My IGA schedule has me off for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednseday now, maybe for the rest of the summer, so 3 days off in a row is amazingly rare and cool. June 23rd was my year at IGA... It seems so weird. I can't remember life before IGA. And it's only been one year. Less than 1/17 of my life... hmmmm... But I'll get an extra check soon so that's cool. And maybe I'll get a raise soon. Well nothing new is going on so I guess I'll get off now. My plans for today: the same thing I do everyday: watch tv, play video games. Literally, I don't eat or bathe anymore. No need to when you never leave your house. Ok well that's all I got. peace out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112965359772007978?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112965359772007978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112965359772007978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112965359772007978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112965359772007978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/june-28th-journal.html' title='June 28th Journal'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112958484513565563</id><published>2005-10-17T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:34:05.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>well im sittin here FREEZING and yuh :( Ima bout to go get a showerrrrr and then do sum stuff then off for work &amp;lt;3   Comfortably Numb - BEST Song Ever :O :DHello?Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear me.Is there anyone at home?Come on, now,I hear you're feeling down.Well I can ease your painGet you on your feet again.Relax.I'll need some information first.Just the basic facts.Can you show me where it hurts?There is no pain you are recedingA distant ship, smoke on the horizon.You are only coming through in waves.Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.When I was a child I had a feverMy hands felt just like two balloons.Now I've got that feeling once againI can't explain you would not understandThis is not how I am.I have become comfortably numb.O.K.Just a little pinprick.There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!But you may feel a little sick.Can you stand up?I do believe it's working, good.That'll keep you going through the showCome on it's time to go.There is no pain you are recedingA distant ship, smoke on the horizon.You are only coming through in waves.Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpseOut of the corner of my eye.I turned to look but it was goneI cannot put my finger on it nowThe child is grown, The dream is gone.I have become comfortably numb. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112958484513565563?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112958484513565563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112958484513565563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112958484513565563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112958484513565563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/pink-floyd.html' title='Pink Floyd'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112956670922696256</id><published>2005-10-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:31:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day in ...</title><content type='html'>Music History  August 23  Today the song &amp;quot;Honky Tonk Woman&amp;quot; by the Rolling Stones topped the charts and stayed there for 4 weeks. (1969)Today the song &amp;quot;Fallin' in Love&amp;quot; by Hamilton, Joe Frank &amp;amp; Reynolds topped the charts and stayed there for a week. (1975) (Personal comment: Yep the Stones are going out on the road again.Still crazy after 40 years!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112956670922696256?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112956670922696256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112956670922696256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112956670922696256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112956670922696256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-day-in.html' title='This day in ...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112949878575167539</id><published>2005-10-16T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:39:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving at Tioman</title><content type='html'>The diving weekend was successful and Andy and I are now PADI certified to do open water dives. It was a lot of hard work and there was no shortage of drama - but I'm satisfied that we learned how to dive properly. The trip had a bizarre schedule of leaving Singapore at around 11PM, driving through Malaysia to the port (arriving at 2.30AM) and then taking a boat to Pulau Tioman arriving around 6AM. The first dive was at 10, so we had to sleep on the way in order to becoherent!  The diving weekend is scheduled this way because, as I learned in my training, it is not at all advisable to get on a plane less than 18 hours after diving. The reason for this is that whilst diving, your bodytakes in extra Nitrogen which then expands as you come to the surface. Precautions are taken so that this doesn't affect you at ground level, such as ascending slowly and watching how much time is spent underwater, but at high altitutdes these gasses expand and can cause terrible pain and injury. The island itself was beautiful and largely untouched due to it's mountainous terrain, butt the facilities where we stayed were basic and really only suitable as a launchpad for diving. I probably should mention that we experienced a rare sighting of ashark (about 3 meters long!) but it was moving so swiftly that none of us had time to panic... Photos from the dive itself will be up shortly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112949878575167539?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112949878575167539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112949878575167539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112949878575167539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112949878575167539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/diving-at-tioman.html' title='Diving at Tioman'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112948091513533193</id><published>2005-10-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:41:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again bored ^-^</title><content type='html'>Hey again...OMG i am sooo tired of ppl who don't have any commen sence! people dumbledore is dead! DEAD!! and so is serious, they are both DEAD!! okay srry but its all good now...just had to say that...srry its been so long (bloging) but i 've been busy...w/ angie in the hospital and Jenny being done with school and being in marshall...and babysitting and the cancer walk and yeah....so...omg the weather is bad i've been getting bumped off the net since 10 o'clock! i hate it! yeah well its getting late and i have to get up around 10ish tomarrow so i am gonna go...bye... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112948091513533193?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112948091513533193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112948091513533193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112948091513533193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112948091513533193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/again-bored.html' title='again bored ^-^'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112941185478188440</id><published>2005-10-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:30:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags</title><content type='html'>I went to Six Flags yesterday with some of my family. It was awesome! LoL We rode every major roller coaster. Well roller coasters and water rides were the only thing we did ride. My favorites were Dejavu and Batman. And, OMG, we saw Andre from Outkast there! It was so cool. LoL &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112941185478188440?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112941185478188440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112941185478188440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112941185478188440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112941185478188440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112939445370773796</id><published>2005-10-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:40:56.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condi's New Abode</title><content type='html'> Condoleezza the mouse has a new building commissioned for her exclusive use only. For six months Condi has been complaining of inadequate housing, poor insulation and a lack of privacy. The problem has finally been solved with the investment of $4.50 in a grand, pre-built dwelling aptly named House of the Mouse. Due to a legal conflict concerning intellectual property rights, the architect of this structure refused to allow Condi to change the name to House of the Secretary of State. Provisions have been made, however, for a change in the interior design and outside colour scheme. I think Condi is secretly pleased with her brand new designer pad.  In other news, I braved the wind and rain and walked to the video shop to hire five weekly videos for an amazingly low price of $5. The video assistant glanced at me nervously as she processed The Piano Teacher. I did not get that one out due to the fiery emotional content and explicit sex scenes. Honestly. Others in my selection are a little less controversial (well perhaps only marginally so in some cases); I also took out Lolita, Farewell My Concubine, Raising Victor Vargas and Balzac and the Little Chinese Steamstress. Long gone are the days of watching that puerile Hollywood shit. They may release a few decent ones every year but the rest of the films, much like the commercial music industry, are simply produced to generate money and end up degrading the quality of the sector in general. People simply dont know any better because they have never been exposed any other material in order to make the comparison. Please dont try and convince me that the sole aim of business should be to make money and keep the populace happy. I am still young and idealistic, so it is best not to shatter that perfect vision I maintain of the world.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112939445370773796?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112939445370773796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112939445370773796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112939445370773796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112939445370773796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/condis-new-abode.html' title='Condi&apos;s New Abode'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112932544964615629</id><published>2005-10-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:30:49.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Me</title><content type='html'> Chris Pirillo says, &amp;quot;.. behind every good geek, there'sa great woman.&amp;quot; Who else could bear with my constant jabberingsand still remain so sweet and supportive? Behind me is Gid, watching me play a losing bingo game, round after round. I may have lost the bingo game, but i certainly won a jackpot with this woman. I must be a very, very good boy in my past life :) So, who's behind You? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112932544964615629?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112932544964615629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112932544964615629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112932544964615629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112932544964615629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/behind-me.html' title='Behind Me'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112930752816120829</id><published>2005-10-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:32:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Jury finds Merck liable in landmark Vioxx case - Arthritis -
 MSNBC.com</title><content type='html'>It is hoped , that all the drug companys stop developing new drugs sothat stupid jurors the likes we get in Texas,Tenn, Mississippi,ect will stay at home watching tv and contributing their usual zero tothe economy, while the ambulance chasers get rich off the backs of these stupid people. Quote  Jury finds Merck liable in landmark Vioxx case - Arthritis - MSNBC.comSkip &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112930752816120829?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112930752816120829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112930752816120829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112930752816120829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112930752816120829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-jury-finds-merck-liable.html' title='Talking about Jury finds Merck liable in landmark Vioxx case - Arthritis -&#xA; MSNBC.com'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112923961454056581</id><published>2005-10-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:40:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 27th......Hey ya'll....</title><content type='html'>Hi all.........Just a little note for today~~ it's another beatiful day out~~ in Portland Oregon~~ it's supposed to be real hot today.....Yea.I love the heat!! I only worry for the kids and my grandmother~ but I take good care of the kids...and my grandma is a very smart lady, so I know all will be fine!!  I love my husband so much~~ but sometimes I get so frusterated with him!! I guess that's the game of marriage uh?...lol.... Ok everyone.Please try to have a wounderful day and keep KOOL..!!!!!!!!!  I love ya'll ands talk to ya soon!! PS..If you visit this site, can you please piblish a comment so that we know you have been here? Thankyou so much......  Brenda &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112923961454056581?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112923961454056581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112923961454056581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112923961454056581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112923961454056581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/july-27thhey-yall.html' title='July 27th......Hey ya&apos;ll....'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112922165871588649</id><published>2005-10-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:40:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont really care what its called...</title><content type='html'>So I was going to put the size on normal but thenI thought to myself...why be normal? soI changed it to smaller...anyways I am kind of bored...I just got home and I'm already bored...thats sad I have to go to Omaha on sat. to go swimming at my dad's friends apt. it won't be too badI met the guy whenI was littleI guess...I don't remember...I hope Ty didn't get into too much trouble...I feel so sorry for him.    love always, sam &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112922165871588649?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112922165871588649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112922165871588649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112922165871588649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112922165871588649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-really-care-what-its-called.html' title='I dont really care what its called...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112915351071257868</id><published>2005-10-12T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:45:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday R &amp; R</title><content type='html'>Whoever said Sunday should be a day of rest and relaxtion is a genius. I agree with that person 100%. Although, I would be happy to throw in some M &amp;amp; F too (Michele and football). Yesterday was a good day. I got to talk to Suter for a while, but on the flipside I got harrassed by the AXEs to go to Iowa City with them. I didn't want to go because I would much rather talk to my pretty lady and drinking doesn't seem that appealing to me anymore. I may do it every now and then, but it's not a must. However, I did talk to my pretty lady and that made me very happy. I get to see her in six days.  I slept well last night and woke up kinda early though. That's alright, more time to play Madden 06. Belle is getting her picture taken today. I can't wait to see it because I'm sure she looks hottttt, with five t's. She always does. Fuller and I just got back from playing a little basketball in the Sports Center. I had to break in the new shoes. They're black and orange...so sweet. I'm excited to dominate IM Basketball with them...Team CBS all the way. That's all for now, it's Madden time.  I love you pretty lady and I misses you a lot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112915351071257868?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112915351071257868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112915351071257868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112915351071257868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112915351071257868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-r-r.html' title='Sunday R &amp; R'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112913567354328959</id><published>2005-10-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:47:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished 2 papers</title><content type='html'>I have finished 2 papers... today is the second paper!   Dont ask me how was it! I also dont know! hopefully all asnwers which i providedare correct! I really not dare to think about it!!!   I will start to prepare for 3rd papertomorrow whichheld on 19/8/2005!! Tonight im going to sleep early! such a long time didnt sleep early!@ oh yeah, I slept very early butwas early in the morning--4am or 6am~~ makes me feel spinning now... maybe i already feel a bit relax!!!   Hopefully can pass all!!! PLEASE!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112913567354328959?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112913567354328959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112913567354328959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112913567354328959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112913567354328959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/finished-2-papers.html' title='Finished 2 papers'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112906662967186944</id><published>2005-10-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:37:09.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Just Tell</title><content type='html'>Isn't funny how sometimes you just know things...whether someone likes you, someone is lying...things like that. I happen to be totally oblivious to theses kinds of things and even when pointed out I still don't see them. For once in my life I think that I've come across a situation were I can tell something isn't just right. I hope I'm wrong but I can't seem to get it out of my mind. MaybeI'm starting to find out the answerto one of my perviousquestions, IthinkI'm figuring out how love, or lust whatever it is can totally blindside you into believing what you want. I just can tell...something isn't quiteright, with what, I have no idea? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112906662967186944?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112906662967186944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112906662967186944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112906662967186944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112906662967186944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-can-just-tell.html' title='I Can Just Tell'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112904839180597088</id><published>2005-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:33:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened today. I got extra bonus points for being done with my geography project. Yippee. Sorry to all the other ones that didn't. In other news, geometry was boring as usual. I had to go in front of the class and explain how the red section of a dartboard was 3/8 ths of the whole dartboard. I did it with 2 easy steps and mr. schwan (who is getting married) took like 8 steps to solve it. O well, i liked my way better. I still got it rite too. Anne is goin to present her thing on teenage drinking on Thursday. HA. Nice topic, i love it. Tomorrow the sophmores will be gone, that means only freshman in geometry. YeAh! I have nuthing to do tomorrow anyway, i better start crackin on my star event with jessie, we havent even did anything for it. Mayb ill stay after school to do it. I got my back today for prom, very exciting. I cant hardly wait. Derek was at my house today. We played basketball. He is gunna be a StAr! Watch out! well im gunna go now, nuthin much else to say. Later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112904839180597088?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112904839180597088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112904839180597088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112904839180597088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112904839180597088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112898067435667945</id><published>2005-10-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:44:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to you too much that I am afraid losing</title><content type='html'> I love to you too much that I am afraid losing and if solo would have to your heart completely indeed he would be better off I love to you and your you taste it I love to you and your you feel it I love to you and I want to say it to you but once was followed forgive me forgive me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112898067435667945?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112898067435667945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112898067435667945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112898067435667945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112898067435667945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-to-you-too-much-that-i-am.html' title='I love to you too much that I am afraid losing'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112896214160071514</id><published>2005-10-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:35:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. --Borges &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112896214160071514?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112896214160071514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112896214160071514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112896214160071514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112896214160071514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112889349883297908</id><published>2005-10-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:31:38.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Visit to the Gastroentologist</title><content type='html'>One thing I forgot to mention in my last entrywas that when I called to try to get an appointment withthe GI doctor, Dr. Haley----his office was booking appointments for October. I told them I couldn't wait until October and explained Rocky's circumstances to them. They suggested I make an appointment with the Nurse Practitioner (NP)asby doing so, I could get in sooner. I told them I felt my husband's case was too complicated to an NPbut I would take the appointment just so we could get our foot in the door. As I mentioned earlier, they were great enough to schedule him for the ultrasound last Friday. This worked out great because the NP had those records in front of her as we visited with her.  The ultrasound report indicated that the liver and spleen wereenlarged as we all suspected. The NP said the liver was enlargeddue to the hepatitis of the liver. We told her that he had been tested many times for hepatitisbut the results were always negative. She said Rocky's records show he doesn't have Hepatitis A, B, or C; rocky hasautoimmune hepatitis most likely from the lupus. This had never been explained to us but made sense as we had researched this previously. The ultrasoundindicated no lesions onthe liver or spleen. She indicated that meant no masses or malignancies. The ultrasound also indicated no ascities (holding fluid in the abdomen area) but she could tell by looking at Rocky that he did show signs of acsities. Dr.Patel also made this comment last week. This made me skepitical of the ultrasound. If itcontradicted that, what's to the ultrasound was right about the otherinformation.  We asked the NP what are options are: she mentioned giving Rocky platelets but wetold her that we were Jehovah Witnesses and even if there weren't a&amp;quot;blood issue&amp;quot;, giving him platelets would onlyband-aid the problem.She advised that we needed toverify the status of the liver but since Rocky has varices in his esophagus and portal hypertension; doing a biopsy of the liver was out of the question.Rocky couldbleed to death.....especially with his platelets being so low. Rocky asked her about a CT scan. She said she would set him up for one. Afterdiscussing whether or not Rocky would be able to drink the contras for a CT scan or would have to do it by&amp;quot;drip&amp;quot;,consensus was that we would go ahead with the procedure.The NP alsosaidthere are twoblood tests (fibro-sure &amp;amp; alpha fita protein) that would tellus the status of the liver. She suggested Rocky do this as soon as possible (he's going to do this today).  The NP also also asked if Rocky would consider a liver transplant. Rocky said even if he did; he had been told in the past that he would not be a likely candidate for a transplant because of all the other health problems he has.  The NP suggests that the lupusis attacking Rocky's liver but we can'ttreat ituntil we know for sure. By his symptoms, she thought he was probably in stage 3 of the hepatitis (stage 4 is liver failure). She had a model of the liver and the liver cells as she was explaining this to us. This was really hard to hear and see. I asked her how long it takes to get from stage 3 to stage 4. Of course, all cases vary from person to person, but it can take as little as one month. YIKES!!!!  The NP did say that she was going to discuss Rocky's case with Dr. Haley as soon as she could because it was very complex. We were both very impressed with the NP. She seemed very knowledgable and had a great &amp;quot;bed-side&amp;quot; manner. She indicated thatDr. Haley may want to do additional tests or do something different all together. She will make sure Rocky is seen by Dr. Haley on8/25 to go over the results of all the tests.   Everything told to us to that point was too much information for us. After five or ten seconds of staring blankly at each other, Rocky half-jokingly asked her to please schedule all his tests sooner than a month. The doctor's office was able to schedule the CT scan for Friday morning 8/19 and suggested that Rocky go have blood drawn for the blood tests as soon as possible (we're going today). The NP told Rocky to make sure he told the LabCorp (blood place) that he was a free-bleeder. The NP wanted to make sure that they keep enough pressure on him to keep him from bruising too bad.  The NPwanted us to havethe right mindset as far aswhat we need to do withRocky's platelets being so low. She suggested he not driveby himself; not shave; not use any sharp objects; not fall; not bump himself; etc. She told us he could not afford to do anything that would make him bleed, because we might be able to stop it. Isuggested we wrap him in bubble paper and place him in his recliner. Mr. Wine did not find that very humorous . Hey, there was too much bad stuff going on....I had to kidd around just a bit.  As I said earlier, we had &amp;quot;information overload&amp;quot; when we walked out of the exam room.They can't treat Rocky until they figure out what is wrong with him. For now, we're doing the blood tests today tocheck the status of the liver. We're going for the CT scan on Friday. Hopefully this will provide us with a better...more in-depth...idea as to what is going on with the liver.   Hopefully, nothing bad happenswith Rocky beforethedoctors come up with a diagnosis.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112889349883297908?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112889349883297908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112889349883297908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112889349883297908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112889349883297908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterdays-visit-to-gastroentologist.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Visit to the Gastroentologist'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112887543855986080</id><published>2005-10-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:30:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woensdag 10 augustus 2005</title><content type='html'>Soms kan het leven zo'n groot feest zijn en soms is het zo'n warboel... Dat wil niet zeggen dat het gelijk slecht is, maar verwarrend, dat is het wel.  Nou ja, het is al weer woensdag, de bazin op het werk is vrij vandaag, dus dat betekent weer een rustig dagje. Denk dat ik het maar weer lekker vroeg voor gezien hou vandaag. Afgelopen nacht ongeveer 1,5 uur geslapen, dat is niet echt veel, dus misschien dat ik dat vanmiddag wel weer recht trek hihi  Voor vanavond heb ik ook nog niet echt plannen, denk dat ik eens lekker op de bank ga hangen. Dat in de kroeg hangen begint tenslotte ook wel eens te vervelen... HEUS NIET hahaha  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112887543855986080?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112887543855986080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112887543855986080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112887543855986080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112887543855986080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/woensdag-10-augustus-2005.html' title='Woensdag 10 augustus 2005'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112880713113907870</id><published>2005-10-08T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:32:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Life Question</title><content type='html'> If you could eat one food in any quantity for the rest of your life with no ill affects whatsoever, what food would you choose?  --duh, again chocolateturtles, truffles, Twix  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112880713113907870?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112880713113907870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112880713113907870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112880713113907870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112880713113907870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/todays-life-question.html' title='Today&apos;s Life Question'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112878964771865669</id><published>2005-10-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:40:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Lord</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord ITHANK YOU FOR THIS DAY.I THANK YOU FOR MY BEING ABLE TO SEE AND HEAR YOU. IM BLESSED BECAUSE YOU ARE A FORGIVING GOD AND AN UNDERSTANDING GOD. YOU HAVE DONE SO MUCH FOR ME AND U KEEP ON BLESSING ME. FORGIVE ME THIS DAY FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE, SAID OR THOUGHT THAT WAS NOT PLEASING TO U. I ASK U KNOW FOR YOUR FORGIVINESS. PLEASE KEEP ME SAFEFROM ALL DANGER AND HARM. HELP ME START THIS DAY WITH A NEW ATTITUDEAND PLENTY OF GRADTITUDE. LET ME BE THE BEST OF EACH AND EVERYDAY TO CLEAR MY MIND SO THAT I CAN HEAR FROM U. PLEASE BROADEN MY MIND SO I CANACCEPT ALL THINGS. LET ME NOT WHINE AND WHIMPER OF THINGS I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER. LET ME CONTUINE TO SEE ALL SIN THRU GOD'S EYES AND ACKNOWLEDGE IT IS EVIL. AND WHEN I SIN. LET ME REPENT AND CONFESS WITH MY MOUTH MY WRONG DOING, AND RECEIVE THE FORGIVINESS OF GOD. AND WHEN THE WORLD CLOSES IN ON ME, LET ME REMEMBER WHEN JESUS' EXAMPLE TO SLIP AWAY AND FIND A QUITE PLACE TO PRAY. ITS THE BEST RESPONSE WHEN IM PUSHED BEYOND MY LIMITS. I KNOW THAT WHEN I CANT PRAY, U WILL L ISTEN TO MY HEART. CONTINUE TO USE ME TO DO UR WILL, CONTINUE TO BLESS ME THAT I MAYBE A BLESSING TO OTHERS. I PRAY FOR THOSES WHO DONT BELEIVE. BUT I THANK U THAT I BELEIVE. I BELIEVE THAT GOD CHANGES PEOPLE AND GOD CHANGES THINGS. I PRAY FOR ALL MY SISTERS AND MY BROTHERS. FOR EACH AND EVERY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS IN THEIR HOUSEHOLDS. I PRAY FOR PEACE, LOVE AND JOY IN THERE HOMES THAT THEY ARE OUT OF DEBT AND ALL THEIR NEEDS ARE MET. I PRAY FOR EVERY EYES THAT READS THIS KNOWS THERE IS NO PROBLEM ,CIRCUMSTANCE, OR SITUATION GREATER THAN THAT OF GOD. EVERY BATTLE IS IN UR HANDS FOR U TO FIGHT. I PRAY FOR THESE WORDS TO BE RECIEVED IN TOHEART OF EVERY EYE THAT SEES THEM AND AND EVERY MOUTH THAT CONFESSES THEM WILLINGLY. THIS IS MY PRAYER. IN JESUS NAME. AMEN! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112878964771865669?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112878964771865669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112878964771865669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112878964771865669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112878964771865669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-lord.html' title='dear Lord'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112872156187815343</id><published>2005-10-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:46:01.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooo...how i HATE shopping</title><content type='html'>i went shopping 2day with my sis. i couldn't find ANYTHING. not. fun. we went to the mall, i wanted a jacket that my sister, vicki, got, but when we got there, there were none left. ughhhhhh. and i really wanted it too. then i saw some pants that i liked, but couldn't find any other pairs that were smaller. but i did get some jewerly . three rings from the icing. 1. a sweet chinese dragon, 2. a simple one that wraps around my thumb and ends with jewels, 3. a cobra with sparkly eyes. it's heavy metal, too. . yeahhhhhhh. rock on guys. see yall in 13 days. remember, syclue starts aug. 31! yippee...*sarcasum*  Listening to: &amp;quot;Izzo/In the End&amp;quot; -Linkin Park vs. Jay-Z   ~*~* Maria *~*~ i &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112872156187815343?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112872156187815343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112872156187815343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112872156187815343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112872156187815343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooooooohow-i-hate-shopping.html' title='ooooooo...how i HATE shopping'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112870286382814098</id><published>2005-10-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:34:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Hog Appears at Olathe Corn Festival</title><content type='html'>The Energy Hog, the official spokes villian for the Alliance to Save Energy and Energy Outreach Colorado, made an appearance at the Corn Festival on August 6.His appearance was captured on the Channel 8 news broadcast that evening. You can learn more aboutEnergy Hogs at www.energyhog.org.Here are some photos:  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112870286382814098?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112870286382814098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112870286382814098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112870286382814098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112870286382814098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/energy-hog-appears-at-olathe-corn.html' title='Energy Hog Appears at Olathe Corn Festival'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112863462323875062</id><published>2005-10-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:37:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture i found this last week</title><content type='html'>My son is cute in this picture! He wanted to fill his pool up and did this instanted.    This little boy now 18 years old Hates his mother (Me)for the something in which I cant change its the past, the past belongs in the past not in the present or in the future.I have all the time in the world for him to come around but the question isno one knows when its their time togo when is god going totake us off this earth is mypoint well it be to late or well he come around before god says its mytime to go be with him!?  Chris I love you regardless!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112863462323875062?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112863462323875062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112863462323875062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112863462323875062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112863462323875062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-i-found-this-last-week.html' title='a picture i found this last week'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112861717390321883</id><published>2005-10-06T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:46:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crusaders won!</title><content type='html'>hahaha shame hurricanes lost but the crusaders won cos they are so cool and dan carter and richie mccaw play for them and they are hoooootttttt weeeeeeee bah schoool 2moro how sucky &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112861717390321883?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112861717390321883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112861717390321883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112861717390321883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112861717390321883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/crusaders-won.html' title='crusaders won!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112854907241235759</id><published>2005-10-05T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:51:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>430 on the API in Shah Alam today!</title><content type='html'>To check on the latest health hazards in Malaysia, click HERE. Our friendly department of environment has recorded the SHAH ALAM area of the high of 430 on the API (Air Pollution Index). Anywhere above 100 on the API is considered unhealthy and anywhere above 300 is VERY hazardous! Well, we are staying beyond the HAZARDOUS level by a margin of 130!!! MADNESS... *choke* *cough*! Please make yourself available for my funeral! :P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112854907241235759?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112854907241235759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112854907241235759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112854907241235759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112854907241235759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/430-on-api-in-shah-alam-today.html' title='430 on the API in Shah Alam today!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112853052960031293</id><published>2005-10-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:42:09.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un4GeTaBlE!!!</title><content type='html'> Finallyremembered too up-date myblog here.....hahaha....&amp;quot;Daddy&amp;quot; c??? everyday say i dun update my blog ha.......   1 week after my Cameron trip.....I lost my job!!! haiz.... act is the project i was following end...so i am jobless now.....dun plan 2 cont wif another job is juz bcoz i want 2 enjoy my summer holiday.....plan 2 go a few places b4 my classes resume juz home that everything can go on smoothly!!! but there's sth tat i have 2 give up if i really dun continue working!! &amp;quot;I cant change a new hp!!&amp;quot; hahaha...... juz bcoz i got no extra money 2.......  Juz had my 20th birthday!!! Finally &amp;quot;yi cheong&amp;quot; alr!! Hahaha....I did really hada great day!!! Thanks for all those who remembered my b'day....called n msg me....Especially those who called from overseas....wowowo.....Did expect u al 2 cal!!!I thought u al wont remember alr.....hahaha......Thanks..... ...love u al so mush!!!Act i had a unforgetable day!!!My gang of best frenz had a secret surpriseparty 4 me.....hahaha.....Ireally dun know wat 2 say......they skipped classes...tuitions.... lectures....2 celebrate my birthday wif me..... &amp;quot;There wont b a word in the dictionary 2 describe how much i appreciate it!!&amp;quot; u al really did it tis time....hahaha.....i really din expected anything..... Mean tat u al really did it.....all ur lies n acting can be nominated in the Oscar award......But i lost my seafood dinner.....butmy dad paid me bek during the weekend.....hahahaha.....      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112853052960031293?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112853052960031293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112853052960031293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112853052960031293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112853052960031293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/un4getable.html' title='Un4GeTaBlE!!!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112846135111723503</id><published>2005-10-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:29:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Scientists Develop a Pee-Powered Battery</title><content type='html'>Quote Scientists Develop a Pee-Powered BatteryWho cares if oil is $3 a gallon, scientists in Singapore are tapping a new, more renewable resource for energy: pee. Research published in the Journal of Micromechanics &amp;amp; Microengineering reveals that researchers have developed a battery that will run on human urine. Don't expect it to power your SUV though. The power generated is only about 1.5 volts. Still, that is enough power to run a biochip that could test for diseases.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112846135111723503?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112846135111723503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112846135111723503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112846135111723503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112846135111723503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-scientists-develop-pee.html' title='Talking about Scientists Develop a Pee-Powered Battery'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112844442744363395</id><published>2005-10-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:47:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What....to freaking do.....</title><content type='html'>Ok, as it may be noted by some, Im not to friendly or liking to certain people *cough* anyways I realized that I am be so fing petty it's unbelievable! Everyone has something to offer, wheter it may be little or just huge! I also, thanks to the wonderful Kelli, am not going to care what people freaking think...well only to an extent I am human! But the thing is, like with school, im gonna be loud and Im gonna be all that I can be! We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand, no promises no demands...(hah you had to have been there to get that! whew) Anyways hooray for epiphanys, aren't they the greatest!  Peace out g-dawg woof,  Chrissy Poo &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112844442744363395?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112844442744363395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112844442744363395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112844442744363395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112844442744363395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/whatto-freaking-do.html' title='What....to freaking do.....'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112837506478204395</id><published>2005-10-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:31:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kayson does it best</title><content type='html'>hey whats up yall. Well today was kinda of wierd. i went to da funeral. It was wierd. School is gay cause da 7th graders are fruity. High school will be fun next year. but till den i have to put up wid da fruity seves. other den dat life been pretty gangster.well that bout it so live me a comment or call or just do something.  bye  Kayson 'Air Jordon&amp;quot; Matthews (620-355-5106) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112837506478204395?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112837506478204395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112837506478204395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112837506478204395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112837506478204395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kayson-does-it-best.html' title='kayson does it best'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112835726510785498</id><published>2005-10-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:34:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules to being a Man</title><content type='html'>  01: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella, unless at the footy, and your pies are getting wet, then for the eating period only it is permissible.02: It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:a. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.c. After wrecking your boss' car.d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into &amp;quot;The Crying Game&amp;quot;.e. When she is using her teeth.03: Any Man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed and eaten by his mates.04: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.05: If you've known a bloke for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.06: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a mate's fridge is forbidden.However, complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.07: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your mate's birthday is strictly optional.08: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.09: When stumbling upon other blokes watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.10: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another bloke in the nuts.11: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.12: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.13: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.14: Women who claim they &amp;quot;love to watch sports&amp;quot; must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game (can explain offside or LBW) and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.15: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.16: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.17: If you compliment a bloke on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.18: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a mate of yours except if she's withholding sex pending your response.19: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!b. C'mon, give me one more! Harder!c. Another set and we can hit the shower!20: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.21: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.22: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colours of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.23: The girl who replies to the question &amp;quot;What do you want for Christmas?&amp;quot; with &amp;quot;If you loved me, you'd know what I want!&amp;quot; gets an X-box. End of story.24: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics.Ever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112835726510785498?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112835726510785498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112835726510785498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112835726510785498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112835726510785498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/rules-to-being-man.html' title='Rules to being a Man'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112828914414218304</id><published>2005-10-02T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:39:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rowing is cooooolllll!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last two weeks browsing row2k nad just can't keep myself a way from that site. I misss rowingI miss being a in a boat that floats fast across the water and cuts through the wake of other more faster boats in the bay, I was apart of a really great rowing club in San Diego at Misison Bay. I am still looking for somwhere to row up here in Orange County. I don't want to belitle or make anyone look bad, so I won't talk about any club that isn't or doesn't have what i am looking for becasue they all are great. So, I wnet by the Long beach rowing association boat house last saturday and was wowed by how new and upgraded the facilites were. They were actually in the middle of upgrading them really! The gym looks out on the water and they have a bunch of ergs, that's a rowing machine, lined up next to the windows!I emailed the coach for the recreational rowers and am hoping to hear back from that person soon!!!! Ahy who i found some great pics and started an album with pics in it of some great pics of rowers. i have some on a disk somewhere and hope to get them up on here soon! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112828914414218304?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112828914414218304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112828914414218304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112828914414218304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112828914414218304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/rowing-is-cooooolllll.html' title='rowing is cooooolllll!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112827110329040573</id><published>2005-10-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:38:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture</title><content type='html'> Our culture Filled with slavery Darker than that- Can you imagine picking cotton? Experience changes pyridine Abuse causes moral systems to shift By societal standards- A family man Who do u think you are? Everything is everything Something, Anything, My lifeNot yours &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112827110329040573?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112827110329040573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112827110329040573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112827110329040573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112827110329040573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/culture.html' title='Culture'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112820240811941244</id><published>2005-10-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:33:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i take it back</title><content type='html'>ok so all i said earlier about boys being dumb....i take it back. well maybe not all of it but he did end up calling me so i give him that much. but yeah he still could've called back sooner but hey i'm not complaining! i'm just happy he called. anyway, goodnight! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112820240811941244?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112820240811941244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112820240811941244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112820240811941244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112820240811941244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-take-it-back.html' title='i take it back'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112818447915029504</id><published>2005-10-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:34:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Spirits and Crazies</title><content type='html'>*disclaimer: This is somewhat of a touchy subject, I tried to keep the post un-biased...but I don't think I succeeded. Feel free to comment your opinions/arguments or your own experiences you may have had.  God threw me a double-loop on Tuesday. He didn't even warn me! This is what happened.  I was @ work for the first time in about 4 weeks. (A christian bookstore) I felt rusty, and was struggling to get back to familiarity with everything, catching up on the news and stuff all evening. I think in my absense, I also forgot how much the store is washed in prayer, and how much the Spirit works there.  A guy comes up to the counter, kinda nervous, won't meet my eyes much. He's about 65, scruffy, has those big 80's glasses, and three teeth. He doesn't come to the register, he just comes to the front of the counter and starts speaking to me...real quiet, I could barely hear him, and with a feeling of urgency. &amp;quot;Does a minister work here? Do you have a minister here? I just heard...well, I would just like to talk to...do you have a minister here or something?&amp;quot; I told him no, but that we worked with hundreds of ministers through the store.  He hem-hawed around a little bit, looked me in the eyes, took a deep breath...and then he told me about his son. His son, Mitch, was a bad kid. He was into drugs, alcohol. In and out of jail. He's 28. The last time he got out of jail was early June. He's also very recently spent a few days in a dry-out center/mental hospitalin the area.  Apparently Mitch has a problem. He sees things. He hears things. But not only that, what he sees are demons, he's sure of it. It terrifies him. He doesn't sleep well, he's desperate for help. He doesn't understand what's happening, he doesn't understand what is happening to him. When he first came to his dad with this that father wasn't sure he believed him. He thought it might be a cruel consequence of the drug use. Maybe his son was lying. He didn't know. He didn't want to believe his son was crazy, but he didn't understand anything.   Now, the father is a christian, and from what I can tell a pretty strong one. He told me that his faith and trust are the only things that have gotten him through his struggles with Mitch. Mitch, however, is not a christian. But he's been asking his dad questions about God.   Tuesday evening, the dad had brought his son to get a Bible, and he was looking for help, too. After he told me his story, I could tell he thought I would just think he was crazy. I didn't. I stood there blown away at what God had just done. That man could have gone to any of the staff wandering around that day, but God directed him to me, cause God had been preparing me.   Recently, I've had a couple of people in my life that have had to deal with this very scary issue in their lives. We've talked and cried and tried to make heads and tails of it. I've spent much time in prayer for them. I've looked for instances of demons and angels and spirits in the scriptures. I myself have been like that man and have gone hunting for ministers that can tell me the answers.  I looked at the man and shook my head &amp;quot;no&amp;quot; when he told me I must think he's crazy. I told him a little of what I just told you, and that I knew exactly how he was feeling. Scared for his son, concerned about how far it could go, confused as to what to believe, desperate to make it stop. 1/2 wanting to just believe that it's all in his head, and that a couplevials of good meds will &amp;quot;fix it&amp;quot;. I also assured him that his son is NOT alone in this, and that it's much more common that we want to believe.  I felt so sorry for that dad. I felt like this was the second-to-last-straw. (the most painful one) He looked tired. Weary-worn. He just looked like he wanted to throw up his hands and give up, but he'd never do that. I listened to him talk some more about his son, about what he's going through. I told him a few things that I've been told that help. (And scripture reading/memorizing is a biggie, so i was glad his son was getting a Bible) I also led him to a Christian Counseling center in town where I've taken classes. It's free counseling, and I hope that it helps Mitch deal with what is happening to him.   Please pray for Mitch and for his dad. Pray that  Mitch calls upon the blood of Jesus Christ, and becomes a Christian God will send angels to ward off the demons from Mitch the Holy Spirit gives the counselors the right words to comfort Mitch Mitch finds someone who has gone through this before the dadreceives the peace and rest he needs Amen    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112818447915029504?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112818447915029504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112818447915029504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112818447915029504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112818447915029504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-spirits-and-crazies.html' title='Of Spirits and Crazies'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112811657707096660</id><published>2005-09-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:42:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expressive</title><content type='html'>i wonder.. how could you fall in love with a person online? i mean,yar. i met him online too. but only when we started dating..den i started loving him up till then,i only liked him.   i mean. i'm attached to him. and he was so like loving me n al. said dat he told you dat he was happy having me in his life,blah blah blah.. so why d chemistry towards him then? and d promises and hopes? i noe he is a sweet-talker. dat was how he got me too. but yar,i wasn't hurt by him. but seriously,i don't think he promised you anything. he was just trying to console you abt bryan. you were depressed and needed someone to lift ur spirits up. knowing dat he's good with werds and gerls,he 'helped'. without realising dat yar,his actions will lead you somewhere.. and will finally hurt you.  but seriously. honestly. i'm dumbfounded. why were you having feelings towards him? you loved him,you say? what was your purpose,gerl in loving him? what were you hoping for? i don't think dat what you felt was platonic love towards a friend.. it was more than dat. so,why???? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112811657707096660?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112811657707096660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112811657707096660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112811657707096660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112811657707096660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/expressive.html' title='expressive'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112809794397964267</id><published>2005-09-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:32:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS3</title><content type='html'>Yes! The new generation of gaming has arrived! i can't wait to tell all of the cool things going around! First....The Xbox 360 is coming out earlier than the PS3! But its more than just a gaming machine, its a media center, video and DVD support, and TIVO...TV recording.Yeah, so many people might be going out for this thing! Well Nintendo is making a Revolution with the past 20 years of games can be playable on that thing! It comes in mid-2006 like the PS3. I already esplained the PS3 details...but i'll tell it again. Up to 7 people will be able to play, has to have support of HDTV, and a built in Ethernet so you can play with online gamers. That's all for now! See ya!!!!! ^.^' &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112809794397964267?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112809794397964267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112809794397964267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112809794397964267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112809794397964267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ps3.html' title='PS3'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112803011019370466</id><published>2005-09-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:41:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TFK ~ Hurt</title><content type='html'>Drop the ball, watch it fall far belowSuck you in, hold your breathThe undertow creeps in slowEveryone owns a gun deep insideIt's just a matter of how much you let it slideHelp me, help youThey won't be thereHelp me, help youThey won't seeIt hurts when you need meAnd I can't break your fallAnd it hurts when you can't seeAnd it hurtsDrop the switch, scratch the itch, watch it glowinch by inch, the cutting boardWatch it swing to and froEveryone carries one deep insideIt's just a matter of how much you let it slideAnd it hurts when you're lonelyAnd I'm standing right beside you thereAnd it hurts when you told meThat you'll try this on your ownHope you never hurt, hope you never cryHope you never lose your way tonightHope you never crumble, hope you never fallHope you never throw away itDrop the ball, watch it fall below far belowSuck you in, hold your breath, watch it swing &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112803011019370466?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112803011019370466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112803011019370466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112803011019370466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112803011019370466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/tfk-hurt.html' title='TFK ~ Hurt'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112801158951445071</id><published>2005-09-29T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:33:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny day</title><content type='html'>AGX,Cobb,Brembo(OE) and CEL Fix....... what am I talkin about?  I want eat Pizza, I'm so hungry now......  office is so quiet now......... Damn, it's Wed. now already......time goes so fast &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112801158951445071?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801158951445071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112801158951445071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112801158951445071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112801158951445071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunny-day.html' title='sunny day'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112794367007119490</id><published>2005-09-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:41:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'> Hatred coming from nowhere, just hate, hate, hate~ Thinking the black face, ignorant eyes, i just hate hate hate!!! piss off with everything, whatever cross my mind, i just want to use a knief and stab...till bleed....i think i m sick but wat else can i do? i cant control wat i m thinking.... doubt, what the bullshit~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112794367007119490?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112794367007119490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112794367007119490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112794367007119490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112794367007119490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112792558542645579</id><published>2005-09-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:39:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Training</title><content type='html'>For those who aren't aware, I am leaving the tranquil locale of Corpus Christi, TX for a short tour over in Iraq. It is supposed to be a 6 month tour but remember, Gilligan and the Skipper were only on a 3 hour tour. You do the math. I've been here at Ft. Bliss for a week now and what a week. I've been through all the medical and dental checks, have qualified with my pistol, been issued all my gear (see photos), and have been training on different subjectsall week. It has been exciting, fun, boring and monotonous all at the same time. Today, Seth (my comrade in arms) and I headed up to Las Cruces, NM since we had the day off. It was a great way to let off some steam and check out the mountains (see photos). It is beautiful country but it definitely gets hot. I believe it was hovering around 100 today much like it has been here at Ft. Bliss. this past week. Good weather to get ready for the desert but not so fun for doing a land navigation course wearing all that equipment. The joys of Army life. Have another week of training ahead of me and then it is off on my adventure.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112792558542645579?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112792558542645579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112792558542645579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112792558542645579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112792558542645579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-week-of-training.html' title='First Week of Training'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112785742178697847</id><published>2005-09-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:43:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>   55  4          55   3   1      4                     2    3      .  55     55  8.30    55  55   9.30      4  55    ....                    Kitty      55   Kitty     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112785742178697847?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112785742178697847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112785742178697847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112785742178697847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112785742178697847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112783939900282760</id><published>2005-09-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:43:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first couple of days...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have officially been through the first two days of my junior year. It hasn't been as bad as I have thought though. All my classes are pretty fun and I like most of the people in them! We had a cross country meet today...I finished and I didn't walk at all. (Yea, that's as good as I can do.) Hopefully I will get better as the season goes on though. It's going to take alot of work, but I know I can do it. Well that's all I really want to type right now. I will see you all tomorrow.  P.S. Rachel Milyard is a Beezotch. She is gunna have to sit by the crazy woman all year! I love you Rachel! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112783939900282760?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112783939900282760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112783939900282760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112783939900282760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112783939900282760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-couple-of-days.html' title='The first couple of days...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112777089268733005</id><published>2005-09-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:41:32.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park-Faint</title><content type='html'>I am A little bit of loneliness A little bit of disregard A handful of complaints But I can't help the fact That everyone can see these scars I am What I want you to want What I want you to feel But it's like No matter what I do I can't convince you To just believe this is real So I let go watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause you're all that I got  I can't feel The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored  I am A little bit insecure A little unconfident 'Cause you don't understand I do what I can But sometimes I don't make sense I am What you never want to say But I've never had a doubt It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you For once just to hear me out So I let go watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause you're all that I got  I can't feel The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored  No Hear me out now You're gonna listen to me Like it or not Right now  Hear me out now You're going to listen to me Like it or not Right now  I can't feel The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored  I can't feel The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored  I can't feel Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112777089268733005?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112777089268733005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112777089268733005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112777089268733005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112777089268733005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/linkin-park-faint.html' title='Linkin Park-Faint'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112775273507921097</id><published>2005-09-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Soulmates&amp;quot; are people who brings out the best in You ..They are not perfect .. but are always perfect for &amp;quot;YOU&amp;quot;Just want you to know .. &amp;quot;YOU ARE MY PERFECT EVERYDAY&amp;quot; ...I've been told .. &amp;quot;We come to love .. not by finding .. a perfect person ..But by learning to see .. an imperfect person .. PERFECTLY ..&amp;quot;You are so perfect ...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112775273507921097?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112775273507921097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112775273507921097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112775273507921097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112775273507921097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/soulmates.html' title='Soulmates'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112768412930659620</id><published>2005-09-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:35:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timeless classic</title><content type='html'>yeah so today hmm, yeah that pretty much explains it.....okay maybe not   well school was same old stuff. Im so confused...I hate being confused, I hate when people tell me crazy things that I dont wanna hear, I mean just leave me alone. I have no clue whats going on in french now, Im just like, w/e, tho brian (canadian friend) can help my if I need it hopefully. Lol hes already taught me, murday(shit) and tabernack(fuck) in french so Im all good^^ Then I think im gonna change my room for the philly trip cuz im in jared and johnnys room and for diff reasons I think Im gonna change and be in the room with will, rico, and mel. But idk how to break it to jared and johnny lol.  And oh man.....history, I hate that class so much, its suppose to be my easiest class...the teacher is crazy he just stands there and mumbles while everyone else jumps around the room so Ive slept every single day./...so I ended up getting a 54 on the study guide and a 72 on the test...lol thats pretty good for being asleep everyday^^ yeah I know, Ill work on it. gah, so much crazyness, going insane.  Okay so band really sucked but anyway When I got home, I saw that my mom bought me a kickass watch for no reason lol. well I was looking for a new arm band thingy cuz my dads was old and nasty looking so she got me one with a watch that actually fits it, but then my dad is like come in here Ive got something to tell u....not again. So he tells me, that this morning greg deep died while going to work, he was riding his bicycle and got hit by a car. man that really sucks , greg was so awesome. He was the 4th degree from macon who got me certified to be an instructor and would always call me every weekend and check on how things were going and man he was just so great. Hes so nice, and had a 10yr old daughter and a wife.man, I would always go to macon and we would talk while we worked out...God he had crazy ass abbs. man, He always warms up by doing pushups for 15min stright...God thats crazy. man, its horrible that hes gone, he was so great, my fav teacher in macon. When my dad told jared and his parents jared was like Woah! what! and got all teary eyed....man so all of us are either going to visitation thursday or to the funeral friday, not sure which yet. I just cant explain how great he was, Next testing is gonna be sad prob , im sure we are gonna do a dedication to him.  anyway, besides that, very thing is pretty much going good. I mean, things cant get any worse....I hope, so everythings cool I guess. class tonight was pretty fun tho, mr. barnes tried to cheer everyone up...so he makes fun of me....of course. he starts being buitchy and giving people pushups for lil things and I just smiled and hes like u too, just because....then he took the metal pole from the blocker, and was like okay we are gonna let mr., hawkins demonstrate how to properly block. and if he doesnt he is gonan do pushups until im sick of watching him do them. The nhe swung it hard at fuck at my head! and kept swinging it at me, man ...I only got hit once in the side which really hurts now but im sure ill have bruises on my arms tommorow.  anyways....yep yep... I saw my crazy ass neighbor walkign around talking to himself this morning when I went to school so I worte some stuff about him in ms. trents class. lol its great. ill post it later, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112768412930659620?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112768412930659620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112768412930659620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112768412930659620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112768412930659620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/timeless-classic.html' title='timeless classic'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112766641255489946</id><published>2005-09-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:40:12.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in my head</title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps,   Everyone, at one time or another is plagued by a song that gets stuck in their head and wont leave no matter how hard you try. My question is this.... have you ever had a song stuck in your head that was Soooooo.Gay, Soooooo Un-like you , Sooooooooo embarassing that you would just die if anybody found out????  Well... I'm comming out of the &amp;quot;Stuck Song&amp;quot; closet and proclaim to the whole world my sinful song, My Song is,(drum roll please) &amp;quot;TIN MAN&amp;quot; by America. Not only do I secretly like this song.. I thinkI like all that 70's music my parents forced me to listen to as a child. Americas: &amp;quot;VENTURA HIGHWAY&amp;quot; Breads:&amp;quot;MAKE IT WITH YOU&amp;quot; Seals and Crofts: &amp;quot;SUMMER BREEZE&amp;quot;. I dare say that even Abbas: &amp;quot;DANCEING QUEEN&amp;quot; has been sounding attractive!   On onehand I think its great to embrace music from other generations and broaden your intrests, but on the otherhand I wonder if I need to be hit over the head with a shovel and force fed some MEGADETH just to bring me back to reality. Whos to say really, maybe it has something to do with the sad shape of music in america today. Dont get me wrong, groups like The Stokes and the White Stripes are at least trying to make real music with real musical instruments, not just drum beats and bass lines over and over and over again.... with monotone idiots voiceing rymes over it.   So people.... let me know your dirty little secret song, Post your opinion on my observations of modren music, even bitch at me for being a Hip-Hop &amp;quot;Hater&amp;quot; I dont give a shit.... Fire away!   Peace out, Biches  -Smoke  P.SLong live,&amp;quot;Uncle&amp;quot;TED NUGENT&amp;quot;!- Wang Dang Sweet Poontang!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112766641255489946?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112766641255489946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112766641255489946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112766641255489946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112766641255489946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in my head'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112759430698514332</id><published>2005-09-24T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:38:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La reina de la triste felicidad</title><content type='html'>Hola! para q escribir cosas q no tienen sentido, si con esto nadie va a llegar a conocerme mas d lo q me conoce. asi q si te gustan lass fotos d mis amigas o mias , deja tu comentario q te responderemos, y si no te gustan tmb total no te vamos a hacer caso. ah!escriban preferiblemente personas simpatizantes del rock, besos &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112759430698514332?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112759430698514332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112759430698514332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112759430698514332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112759430698514332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-reina-de-la-triste-felicidad.html' title='La reina de la triste felicidad'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112750758862945496</id><published>2005-09-23T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:33:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hair, Dates and Shrieks</title><content type='html'>When Zeke was first born, he had lots of hair. While this hair was dark, it had lots of blond highlights - almost Billy Idol looking when it was spiky. Now, his hair is starting to look almost red. So, who knows what color hair he'll have! Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be cute.  I looked up in my records the other day to find out what day we had our home visit. That was the day that our adoption counselor told us, &amp;quot;I can promise you that you will get a baby - I just can't tell you when.&amp;quot; That was July 9, 2004 ... exactly one year before we first met Zeke! Too cool, huh?  Zeke's learned to shriek. Zeke's shriek isn't chic. It's actually enough to make me weak, want to jump in a creek and completely freak. It makes tears run down my cheek. I suppose I could go on, but that would make me look like a geek! (Lots of things rhymne with Zeke!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112750758862945496?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112750758862945496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112750758862945496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112750758862945496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112750758862945496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-hair-dates-and-shrieks.html' title='Red Hair, Dates and Shrieks'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112748992377069961</id><published>2005-09-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:38:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple panda.....</title><content type='html'>this morning i wasn't going to take the time to come here but i was thinking of something i haven't thought about in forever...did you ever watch mr rogers? weeeellllll, i did, i hate to admit to it, actually no i don't, i watched faithfully and sang along and loved every minute of it....but anyway, do you remember purple panda? i was going to marry purple panda, because purple was my favortie color....don't ask me why i was thinking about that this morning when i woke up...(i hope i wasn't dreaming of purple panda...lol) but that's what was in my mind this morning...now that i think about it, do we know if purple panda was a male...maybe he was a she?....lol... i guess i will never know, but then again i amvery happy with who i am married to...  i am off today..literally off, i have off from work on wednesday's, kind of anice break in the middle of the week, so i am headed off to do some shopping and find my niece a birthday gift...she always looks forward to my gifts because i am a bit more,shall we say &amp;quot;glitzy and showy&amp;quot; compared to anyone on my husband's side of the family, and truly i am very different than anyone in his family...someday, i will have to go into detail about some of their antics, which i might add aren't the nicest of things that they have done....but then again have they ever done anything really nice for me?....  onthat note...err word? i am off for the day! have a fantabulous day!~cynthia &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112748992377069961?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112748992377069961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112748992377069961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112748992377069961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112748992377069961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/purple-panda.html' title='purple panda.....'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112742201168533213</id><published>2005-09-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:46:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose to the Grindstone</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm at work. I'm always at work when I blog now. I think because I have the time and I feel like there is more time. I'm starting to get ready for dance team practices so I'm trying to coordinate a meeting with all the girls. Which is something that must be done today! Yikes! I'll have to call everyone as soon as I get off work, which is now only three hours away! Yeah! Then the choreography stuff needs to be done too. And naturally I'm in charge of that as well. Sheesh, a lot to do this week! So, my weekend was as exciting as can be expected. It was Old Settlers, our town celebration, so Josh and I spent some time at the park. I'm a little disapointed though because I didn't play bingo and I didn't get a walking taco. I did get a Gyro and we ate breakfast at the mother's club stand at 12:30am on Sunday morning. Other than that my weekend was uneventful. Yesterday I went horseback riding at Madsen's with my friend Monica. That was a lot of fun, but I must admit that today my heinie is a little sore. I haven't been home at all this last week or I would have added the pictures of the family from Josh's grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. I have some awesome shots of Josh's two little cousins swimming at the lake, and his uncle's cat Henry who is one of the coolest cats in the world. I suppose since I am at work, I should...work. What a concept.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112742201168533213?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112742201168533213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112742201168533213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112742201168533213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112742201168533213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/nose-to-grindstone.html' title='Nose to the Grindstone'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112733554053773787</id><published>2005-09-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:45:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GlitterBoy</title><content type='html'>Well.. I've added the pictures from the homepage of Davey Havok's new clothing line. www.glitterboyclothing.com... I can't wait to see what the site's going to hold. Hot Topic already has some of the stuff. Go now... seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112733554053773787?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112733554053773787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112733554053773787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112733554053773787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112733554053773787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/glitterboy.html' title='GlitterBoy'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112731739476997961</id><published>2005-09-21T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:43:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mijn kamer</title><content type='html'>Sjonge jonge. Lig ik vanochtend om 10 nog een beetje na te slapen (lag er weer eens een beetje laat in), word ik opeens wakker gebeld. En ik zou toch zweren dat ik het geluid van mn telefoon, die trouwens direct naast me lag, uit had gezet in plaats van op het hoogste volume. Anyway, ik krijg dus nog net geen hartaanval, besef me na een seconde of twee dat mijn telefoon dat irritante lawaai (ook wel bekend als mijn Blackadder-ringtone) maakt. Dus ik neem op, blijkt het iemand van IN te zijn. Voor de mensen die het niet weten, IN is een organisatie in Groningen die 3500 studentenkamers verhuurt, waaronder de kamer die ik wou hebben. Om een lang verhaal kort te maken, ik heb op 7 juli een afspraak om het huurcontract te komen tekenen en de sleutels in ontvangst te nemen! Ik blij! Op zich duurt het inderdaad nog twee weken, maar dat geeft me in ieder geval wel genoeg tijd om alle meubels en verf en accessoires enzo vast te kopen en ook nog eens te bedenken hoe ik de kamer ga inrichten! Al met al dus geen slechte deal. Ik weet inmiddels ook wie mijn huisgenoot is, maar daarover later meer, want we hebben dus alleen maar ff gemaild tot nu toe. Ok, dat was het wel weer zon beetje. Ik hou jullie verder op de hoogte en mocht ik nog wat inspiratie krijgen voor een goede rant (in tegenstelling tot die laatste over sciencefiction), zal ik die ook zo snel mogelijk maken en posten.  Love you all! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112731739476997961?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112731739476997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112731739476997961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112731739476997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112731739476997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/mijn-kamer.html' title='Mijn kamer'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112724859167906253</id><published>2005-09-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:36:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Top Ten Movie Lists</title><content type='html'>Leave me your comments on my lists! These were just the top ten...maybe I missed some!  Quote  Top Ten Movie Lists I am bored therefore I am posting my top ten favorite movies in the following categories: Action Comedy More will come later, the categories are alphabetized...man I am a geek!  Action: do I even like ten action movies? hmmm let's see.... 10:The Hunt for Red October 9:Jumanji (yeah its an action movie) 8:Batman Forever 7:Speed 6:True Lies 5:Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark 4:Air Force One 3:Black Hawk Down 2:Bourne Supremacy 1:Bourne Identity  Comedy: OK There Will Also be a Romantic Comedy category b/c I like so many of them 10:Dumb and Dumber 9:City Slickers 8:Duplex 7:Meet the Parents 6:Clue 5:The Breakfast Club 4:Ferris Bueller's Day Off 3:Monty Python and the Holy Grail 2:Oh Brother, Where Art Thou 1:Garden State &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112724859167906253?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112724859167906253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112724859167906253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112724859167906253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112724859167906253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/talking-about-top-ten-movie-lists.html' title='Talking about Top Ten Movie Lists'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112723041553142736</id><published>2005-09-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:33:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>r u addicted to the net?</title><content type='html'> Symptoms of Internet Addiction:  Using the online services everyday without any skipping. Loosing track of time after making a connection. Goes out less and less. Spending less and less time on meals at home or at work, and eats in front of the monitor. Denying spending too much time on the Net. Others complaining of your too much time in front of the monitor. Checking on your mailbox too many times a day. You think you have got the greatest web site in the world and dying to give people your URL. Loggin onto the Net while already busy at work. Sneaking online when spouse or family members not at home, with a sense of relief. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112723041553142736?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112723041553142736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112723041553142736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112723041553142736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112723041553142736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/r-u-addicted-to-net.html' title='r u addicted to the net?'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112716250303989224</id><published>2005-09-19T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:41:43.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find myself staring in your eyes Sometimes I even find myself hiding from your eyes And I ask myself why do I need you so much by my side And ask myself why are there times I want to push you away  There is a special feeling that not even I can explain There is something so unique that no one else can feel Our heart can skip a beat everytime we meet Our mind can connect whithout telling it so  If there was not your smile to help me through the day If it wasn't for the look in your eyes I would not dream of tomorrow or another day I would not indulge in happy days  How can I gaze in someone else's eyes and see the same dreams How is it possible for me to connect with a new person When I have a soul mate always by my side When I can achieve my dreams with you by my side  It is so difficult for us to let go of each other For when we meet our heart skips a beat  All my love Giliane &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112716250303989224?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112716250303989224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112716250303989224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112716250303989224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112716250303989224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112714478092780660</id><published>2005-09-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:46:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Well I made it to Kelowna okay. I must say its not a bad drive. Took me just over three hours. Well I got here and then I got to go grocery shopping with my sister. Nothing to special. I then passed out at her friends house when they went out to fix someone computer. I was really tired. When they got back we had hamburgers for dinner which were really good for being premade burgers. We then went to do some more shopping at LD here. Not a very nice store. We also went to Safeway which is really nice. We then came home and watched Are We There Yet?. Not a bad movie. So thats about it. We will see what Sunday brings. Supposedly we are having a potluck dinner. So until next time, keep reaching for the stars but be careful they are hot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112714478092780660?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714478092780660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112714478092780660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112714478092780660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112714478092780660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112707553225549674</id><published>2005-09-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:32:12.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the place...</title><content type='html'>Why won't you take my hand?  Let's go back to the place we used to be. Come. I'll hold you. Trust in me. No. Don't close your eyes. I know its nothing but heartache and pain.  This is the place you felt alone.  Let's go to the place where your heart never found home. Where no one knew you. Where no one heard you. To the place your soul truly hates. Where you couldn't move. Where you couldn't breathe. Hold on to my hand, and I will show you this place you despise. Remember. I know you can. How you looked at yourself. How you hated yourself.This is the time you disappointed yourself.This is the time you wish you could erase. This is the time you wish you could run from. This is the place. This is the time.  Where are you now?  You don't want the pain. You don't want the madness. You don't want the frustration and the futility of that life. Closing your eyes, your ears, numbing your senses. Is that what we do? We're not running from the pain. You're not running from the pain. You're not picking up your things and saying goodbye to the world that kills you. No.  You're standing still.  You're shutting down. You're pretending to live. You're pretending to breathe. You haven't moved at all. Run. Run from that place. Don't expect the pain to go away without killing yourself first. Nothing will change there. Nothing. Life won't change, if we won't. If you don't. Run to the place, where you don't have to go numb, where you don't have to hold your breath. Where you can live. Where the pain does not break you. Where the comfort is.  Why won't you take my hand? And we'll leave. We'll leave from the place we used to be.   LYRICS TO ACCOMPANY THE THOUGHT------------------------------------------------------------ Natalie Imbruglia - Album: Left of the Middle CITY Funny how those friends forget you when you tired of their gamesYou miss a show or a party that blowsAnd theyve forgotten your name, yeahAnd you wonder what youve becomeThey pull you back when you try to runWell anybody heading in my directionAway from the cityAnybody wanna change the way they feelStep insideDoesnt really matter where you wanna take meAway from the cityI wanna start againI wanna start againI wanna take it backI wanna start againStart againI left the me I used to beI wanna see this throughLeft the me I used to beIf only youd see it tooWell I wonder what youve becomeYou pull me back when I try to run &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112707553225549674?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112707553225549674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112707553225549674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112707553225549674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112707553225549674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-place.html' title='This is the place...'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15872543.post-112705788109510087</id><published>2005-09-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:38:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>      ....      ............................................    ....      &amp;quot;&amp;quot;           ............................................            ........2   2-3     ..............................................     .....                       ............................................  ........ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112705788109510087?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112705788109510087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112705788109510087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112705788109510087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112705788109510087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112698945993001643</id><published>2005-09-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:37:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe goodbye isnt such a bad thing</title><content type='html'>well you may not beleive this but yes me and ryan did break up and yes it was very sad and i cried but my mom and bridget helped me through it alot and im so glad they did and amanda helped me through some other things so im doin better than i was last night but it is real hard but were still gonna be friends and i hope someday we will get everything worked out and i hope i dont lose a bunch of new and great friends cuz that would really hurt! well i better go cuzwriting this has got me cryin again sobye i luv yall  Angela Lauren Kent* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15872543-112698945993001643?l=jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112698945993001643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15872543&amp;postID=112698945993001643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112698945993001643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15872543/posts/default/112698945993001643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonheatonnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/maybe-goodbye-isnt-such-bad-thing.html' title='maybe goodbye isnt such a bad thing'/><author><name>Jason Heaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563448984667679914</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-15872543.post-112697173852420133</id><published>2005-09-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:42:18.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day?</title><content type='html'>St. Patrick's Day in Korea???? Surprisingly enough, yes, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in Seoul. Well, somewhat. Most of the kids had not heard of it until I told them about it, but I have read that there is a parade, and many parties for the 2 weeks around the actual day. I am going to try to go to the parade this weekend. I was able to tell the actual story of St. Patrick and inform the kids that he was a missionary. I taught them that he used the clover as an illustration of the trinity. The kids were very interested. As you can see from our class picture, everyone wore green. Well.... It doesn't look like Grace is wearing green, but she had green hearts on her tights. 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