<?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-8794616209536821737</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:10:36.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Own Element</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1226585596358220131</id><published>2011-09-15T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:56:08.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Poetry</title><content type='html'>Every now and then a campaign comes along and really makes you think or fall in love with it, and right now it's the Levi's Freedom campaign for me. Not because of the art direction or cinematography, but because of the copy they chose to use.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that they have taken classic poetry and made it even more poetic. For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(27, 24, 20); "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;your life is your life&lt;br /&gt;don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.&lt;br /&gt;be on the watch.&lt;br /&gt;there are ways out.&lt;br /&gt;there is a light somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;it may not be much light but&lt;br /&gt;it beats the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;be on the watch.&lt;br /&gt;the gods will offer you chances.&lt;br /&gt;know them.&lt;br /&gt;take them.&lt;br /&gt;you can’t beat death but&lt;br /&gt;you can beat death in life, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and the more often you learn to do it,&lt;br /&gt;the more light there will be.&lt;br /&gt;your life is your life.&lt;br /&gt;know it while you have it.&lt;br /&gt;you are marvelous&lt;br /&gt;the gods wait to delight&lt;br /&gt;in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;They did Emerson in the first one. Now I'm tempted to go find all the poems which have been quoted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KT16DcHcjRA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1226585596358220131?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1226585596358220131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1226585596358220131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1226585596358220131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1226585596358220131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspired-by-poetry.html' title='Inspired by Poetry'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KT16DcHcjRA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-2813122606759007180</id><published>2010-10-21T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:10:55.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>There has been a LONG space in time between this post and my last one, so I figured I should change that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That past few months I have been hearing a lot of people talk about their bucket list, 30 things to do before they're 30, or 25 before 25, etc., and I have decided I want to start my own and put a little twist on it. I have come to the conclusion you can pretty much do anything in the United States, but why not go do it somewhere else? Why not explore the world and have an adventure at the same time? My goal is to do at least one of the below every year until they are done...and I'm sure I will think of more along the way, in which case this list will grow. If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment. If you want to come along, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Run a marathon in Paris, France (this will be happening next spring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Go skydiving in Australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Kayaking in New Zealand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Climb a volcano on a tropical island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Surf under a sunset in Fiji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Camp in the mountains of Chile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Go on a safari in Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Climb Kilimanjaro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Ride a camel and go sand boarding in Dubai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Drink hot chocolate and walk down the beach on a foggy Ireland evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* See the Aurora Borealis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Stay at an ice hotel in Quebec and go dog sledding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Sleep in a grass hut in Thailand (and of course ride the elephants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Sail aimlessly in the Pacific&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Have a picnic in a field in Scotland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Raft down the Nile River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again, if you have some ideas that would be a great fit for this...let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-2813122606759007180?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2813122606759007180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=2813122606759007180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/2813122606759007180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/2813122606759007180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1652652082968476528</id><published>2010-03-03T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:27:57.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typography Controversy</title><content type='html'>Whether you have an eye for design or not, a bad typography can have a tremendous effect on how you view a product or business. We used to always joke around about how there are three fonts that should not be used: Comic Sans, Papyrus, and Hobo Std. These fonts have been overused and used in the worst ways possible, making even a grown man cry (I've seen it happen). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found this video that goes into the history of the Comic Sans font a little bit...kind of my inspiration for this brief, but long overdue entry. Have to say it is interesting, and both sides of the argument for and against the use of the font is brought up, but still, for the sake of our creative eye and our sanity, please refrain from using it as a substitute for Times New Roman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1994310"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1994310&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1994310&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1994310"&gt;Comic Sans&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user847248"&gt;Sam and Anita&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1652652082968476528?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1652652082968476528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1652652082968476528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1652652082968476528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1652652082968476528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/typography-controversy.html' title='Typography Controversy'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-6828558441329774111</id><published>2010-01-25T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:06:11.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Old School</title><content type='html'>So the other night my roommates and I started talking about how the 90s was probably the greatest era for music, which of course led to us compiling a massive playlist (it's in the works) and blasting some of the most amazing songs we could recall. I mean who doesn't like some Sublime, Will Smith, Brandy, Jewel, and Bon Jovi? My dear roommate Carolyn even entertained us with some footage from her freshman high school days dancing to these songs. We've all been there and done that, and yes, we had a blast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The playlist we have going so far is below. If there are any other classics we've missed PLEASE let me know as it would be incredibly sad to not appreciate music at its finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Smith -- Gettin' Jiggy Wit It / Miami / Summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSYNC -- Tearin' Up My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstreet Boys -- I Want It That Way, Quit Playing Games With My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britney Spears -- Baby One More Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandy &amp;amp; Monica -- That Boy Is Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third Eye Blind -- Semi-Charmed Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mya -- Case of the Ex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina Agulera -- Genie in a Bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semisonic -- Closing Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep Blue Something -- Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Remembrandts -- I'll Be There For You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smash Mouth -- All Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky Martin -- Livin' La Vida Loca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chumbawumba -- I Get Knocked Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sublime -- Wrong Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIT -- My Own Worst Enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nirvana -- Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green Day -- Basket Case / Good Riddance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goo Goo Dolls -- Iris / Slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matchbox Twenty -- 3 A.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jewel -- Who Will Save Your Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Offspring -- Pretty Fly For A White Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LFO -- Summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2Pac -- California Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar Ray -- Fly / Every Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blink 182 -- All the Small Things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitney Houston -- I Will Always Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanson -- Mm Bop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TLC -- No Scrubs / Waterfalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spice Girls -- Spice Up Your Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eminem -- My Name Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqua -- Barby Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie Imbruligia -- Torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barenaked Ladies -- One Week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beastie Boys -- We Like To Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir Mix-a-Lot -- Baby Got Back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Folds -- Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madonna -- Vogue / Ray of Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.C. Hammer -- Can't Touch This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla Ice -- Ice, Ice Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digital Underground -- Humpty Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Dre -- Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Proclaimers -- 500 Miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheryl Crow -- All I Wanna Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beck -- Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seal -- A Kiss From A Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blackstreet -- No Diggity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oasis -- Wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quad City DJ's -- C'mon 'N Ride It (The Train)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah McLachlan -- Adia / Building A Mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santana ft. Rob Thomas -- Smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cher -- Believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauryn Hill -- Doo Wop (That Thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savage Garden -- Truly, Madly, Deeply / Cherry Cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U2 -- One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.E.M. -- Losing My Religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House of Pain -- Jump Around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naughty By Nature -- O.P.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay-Z -- Can I Get A...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weezer -- Buddy Holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Notorious B.I.G. -- Mo Money, Mo Problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcy Playground -- Sex and Candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montell Jordan -- This Is How We Do It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destiny's Child -- Say My Name / Bootylicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-6828558441329774111?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6828558441329774111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=6828558441329774111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6828558441329774111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6828558441329774111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-old-school.html' title='Going Old School'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-8587859532286278396</id><published>2010-01-08T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:46:30.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I once again have moved into another apartment...my fourth one in the 8 months I have lived in the city...and am finally putting the effort into making my space feel like home (or at least my part of the room/apt). I love interior design, fashion, colors, photography, vintage, frills, etc., etc., and am trying to find some ways to incorporate these into my own little haven. You want your place to feel homey and comfortable, but look great and what not. And knowing me I have a million different ideas of how I want to do things but am not quite sure which direction I want to go in. With that, I am posting some of my ideas (give feedback if you feel like it) because it is easier for me to decide things once they are written down in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dTJ2uUeuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/axsjW-xRk9A/s1600-h/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dTJ2uUeuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/axsjW-xRk9A/s320/bed1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395704964774626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dTkEh_d1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/B7AwKme7YTE/s1600-h/canvas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dTkEh_d1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/B7AwKme7YTE/s320/canvas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396155347760978" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dhUi3xt6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zshq3f4wpfA/s1600-h/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dhUi3xt6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zshq3f4wpfA/s320/bed2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424411281777080226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-8587859532286278396?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8587859532286278396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=8587859532286278396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8587859532286278396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8587859532286278396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginningsagain.html' title='New Beginnings...Again'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/S0dTJ2uUeuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/axsjW-xRk9A/s72-c/bed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7588706679663152477</id><published>2009-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:09:58.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SxquWsrwlYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/StcvgWlycgY/s1600-h/2006_02_snowpslope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SxquWsrwlYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/StcvgWlycgY/s200/2006_02_snowpslope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411829607214126466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first snowfall in New York has officially fallen and I believe it's time to start blogging again as many interesting things have happened in the past six months. As excited as I am for the holiday season and the beautiful Christmas lights and outdoor ice rinks, I'm not too excited for the freezing cold weather. Luckily it hasn't been bad at all...not yet at least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going to keep this entry short and sweet and pinky promise to be better at updating my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7588706679663152477?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7588706679663152477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7588706679663152477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7588706679663152477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7588706679663152477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-in-new-york.html' title='Winter in New York'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SxquWsrwlYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/StcvgWlycgY/s72-c/2006_02_snowpslope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7734150906163281809</id><published>2009-06-22T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:57:18.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A summer in New York City opens up the door to a many wonderful things, including events, shows, exhibits, etc. that are free of charge. But most New Yorkers out here have one thing in common that they wish was free more often than not, and that is food. Well, a friend of mine and I had the privilege of experiencing this, largely thanks to our new friends at Grimaldi's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were walking along Saturday night after dancing, crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, and chillaxin a little bit before heading back to Manhattan. Starving, like most people at 12:30 at night, I jokingly suggest we stop into Grimaldi's, whose doors were open even though they were closed, and see if they had any left over pizza we could buy from them. Lori walks in and straight up asks them. Next thing I knew they had invited us in since they had finished cleaning, and told us to help ourselves to some of the pizza they were eating. While getting ready to leave they gave us a whole pie they just warmed up for us in the oven. We tried to pay but they wouldn't let us. Told us to enjoy it. An entire pie. Free! That NEVER happens! Then out of nowhere Lori starts speaking to these guys in Spanish! Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The looks and comments we got on our little trip back to our apartments made the night even that much better. See, after midnight, pretty much the only thing open in the city besides clubs and a few restaurants are bars. I can't even count how many guys stopped whatever they were doing to ask where we got the pizza, what we were carrying, and so on. There was a guy and a girl on the corner and the girl was into the makeout sesh, but he apparently was not. He looked bored and I caught him eying the goods we were carrying a couple of times. Another guy was talking to a girl, stopped mid sentence just to ask where we got the pizza and how far away. Another group of men walked by us turned around to ask and when we told them it was a place in Brooklyn you would have thought they're favorite football team lost they were so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was also the lady who spilled her drink everywhere on the subway and I happened to have a massive wad of napkins for the pizza. I think that's the only time I have ever heard the phrase "Napkin God" used. Gotta love the odds, especially since who ever has a handfull of napkins on the subway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7734150906163281809?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7734150906163281809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7734150906163281809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7734150906163281809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7734150906163281809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-of-pizza.html' title='The Power of Pizza'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-5679534280207847012</id><published>2009-05-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:32:16.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpson boxers and free hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;There are a lot of things that I love about New York, but sometimes there are a couple things that just make you laugh to yourself and remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; you love it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in Soho I was waiting for a friend when I see a guy walking his two dogs wearing spandex running shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; boxers with Homer Simpson right on the front. Yup, right out for everyone to see...totally shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SgYdtVW86rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qmFQBqfCIco/s1600-h/homer+boxers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SgYdtVW86rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qmFQBqfCIco/s200/homer+boxers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333983473331661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's kind of hard to see since his fanny pack is covering up Homer's face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there are the infamous "FREE HUGS" signs you see, mainly in Union Square. I love these people! There was also another guy reading poems today which was a new one; he wasn't half-bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SgYfLCPosiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uJY9wFiaKDA/s1600-h/Mrthyself-FreeHugsMrThyselfShowEpisode35865.flv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SgYfLCPosiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uJY9wFiaKDA/s200/Mrthyself-FreeHugsMrThyselfShowEpisode35865.flv.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333985083108405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also made our way over to the wonderful Max Brenner restaurant and everything there is incredible. You can't recommend just one thing because everything on the menu is delectable. While my friend and I were sitting and talking we see this little boy (okay, so he was probably 13 or so) playing the tipping game with his water glass, seeing how far he could tip it without anything spilling out. Well...he lost. His water and ice went down the back of the shirt of the lady who was sitting next/in front of him. He wasn't the only one who had issues with his meal. My pickle was a squirtter. I took a bite and pickle juice shot out, landing on the guy below sitting below and to the side of us. They looked up thinking something had dripped from the ceiling when they noticed the pickle in my hand and started to laugh. Hopefully my next restaurant experience will be just as entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-5679534280207847012?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5679534280207847012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=5679534280207847012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5679534280207847012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5679534280207847012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/05/simpson-boxers-and-free-hugs.html' title='Simpson boxers and free hugs'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SgYdtVW86rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qmFQBqfCIco/s72-c/homer+boxers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-8469410716060602742</id><published>2009-05-07T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:22:45.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it all begins</title><content type='html'>So I got to New York late Saturday night, early Sunday  morning...depending on however you want to look at it, and started to wonder about the area in which I am going to be living in for the next few months. I'm living in West Harlem (which isn't as dangerous as it may seem), but not in a prime area I should say. One thing is kinda fun...it has been nothing short of an adventure since I've been here, of course one with some parts I would have loved to take a detour around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to church on Sunday I'm sitting in one of the cars on the subway talking to my friend when we look to our left and see Cynthia Nixon (Miranda on Sex and the City). She was just standing there, going somewhere with her son. You expect to see celebrities out here, but you don't expect to see them taking the subway with you. Then today I was walking down the street (singing ooowa diddy diddy dum diddy do...not really) with another friend of mine on our lunch break and we walked past Shawn Johnson (olympic gymnast for those who don't keep up with sports every 4 years). She looks small on TV, you should see her in person. She's tiny! Built, but really short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internship is going really good and I'm going to start sending out my stuff within the next two weeks and see what happens. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-8469410716060602742?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8469410716060602742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=8469410716060602742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8469410716060602742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8469410716060602742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-all-begins.html' title='And it all begins'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-6652530514299411062</id><published>2009-04-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:14:04.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over...four years, gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I can't believe I just finished my college career (well at least my bachelor so far). Four years at BYU done, and now I am on my way to New York this coming Saturday. My family came up for the graduation, which was a lot of fun, and it was nice to see them, even though it hasn't been more than a month since I last saw them. It's just weird because I remember going into the dorms freshmen year, trying to survive college and thinking it wouldn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SfVHgXBqEAI/AAAAAAAAADk/ICpYLkc4fOQ/s1600-h/BYU+Graduation+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SfVHgXBqEAI/AAAAAAAAADk/ICpYLkc4fOQ/s200/BYU+Graduation+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329244355325202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;While my fam was in Utah I figured I might as well give them a little taste of the Provo experience...a.k.a. hike the Y. It was comical to watch my family struggle climbing the switchbacks for almost a mile without being adjusted to the altitude. I did, however, forget how good of a workout it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SfVLCX2SkEI/AAAAAAAAADs/JPSfbjT8Vxk/s1600-h/BYU+Graduation+2009+%2862%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SfVLCX2SkEI/AAAAAAAAADs/JPSfbjT8Vxk/s200/BYU+Graduation+2009+%2862%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329248238196396098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Then on our way home I figued I would let my brother drive my car a little bit so I could have a break (he's used to driving a stick). Since he's still learning to drive I figured it would also give him experience. I don't think I have argued with him like that in a long time and was laughing abou tit at the same time. He couldn't figure out how to keep my little four-banger 1999 Sentra at a constant speed going uphill. Generally it'll drop to 5-10 below the speed limit on some of the longer, steeper hills, but it would drop down to 15-20 mph below the speed limit. No matter how much I tried to instruct him how to drive the car without causing the rpm gage to jump up and down like a windshield wiper, I finally threw my hands in the air, and told him to pull over because I was so sick of being so far behind and going so slow. There's just something not right about your parents driving faster than you. Then when I finally got him back behind the wheel about 80miles outside of Vegas (yes, I did take over the wheel for a bit), he almost rear-ends a Jaguar in front of us while stuck in Vegas traffic because he's not used to the sensitive breaks--my car works really good. We got through alive and without a scratch, and I just hope he gets used to my car a little more before he decides to drive away to school with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-6652530514299411062?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6652530514299411062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=6652530514299411062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6652530514299411062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6652530514299411062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-overfour-years-gone.html' title='It&apos;s over...four years, gone'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SfVHgXBqEAI/AAAAAAAAADk/ICpYLkc4fOQ/s72-c/BYU+Graduation+2009+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1203057846857408611</id><published>2009-04-13T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:12:05.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is my boyfriend</title><content type='html'>So what is it that gets me through those long, lonely nights where I do nothing but stay up for hours on end working on a project(s) and no one can last as long as me? Music. What's interesting is my music selection that keeps me alive and awake when I'm on the brink of passing out in front of my laptop. It's not country, not hip-hop or rap, and definitely not show tunes. It's good old rock n' roll (with some varieties of alternative). I have my Led Zepplin, White Zombie, Breaking Benjamin, Framing Hanley, Nickelback, Metallica, Disturbed, Guns 'n Roses, Judas Priest, Ozzy, Seether, and Tool, to name some of the few but more frequent. Thank you Pandora for having such great hard rock stations. Seriously though, anything else would just lull me to sleep and my productivity level would decrease by a lot--so much I can't even think of the correct numeral amount--and I would be officially screwed come the following day. With that, I should get back to my project, especially since a great song just came on :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1203057846857408611?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1203057846857408611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1203057846857408611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1203057846857408611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1203057846857408611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-is-my-boyfriend.html' title='Music is my boyfriend'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1513799223631109281</id><published>2009-04-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:56:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the song speak for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stole this from Vanessa because I really have been at a blank with writing on my blog lately, so should be interesting to see how this turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have your itunes set at random and then use the songs to answer the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1:: IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OK?” YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where am I? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Heard of It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2:: WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You Drive Me Crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3:: WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We Run This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Missy Eliott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4:: HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Too Good Is True &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rascal Flatts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5:: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;High &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6:: WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ode to Joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beethoven (hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rooftops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lost Prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8:: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rock N Roll  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eric Hutchinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9:: WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Save The World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rufio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Broken Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Boys Like Girls (really? huh...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12:: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All She Wants To Do Is Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don Henley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13:: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jeans On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14:: WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dreams Be Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15:: WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Simple Things In Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kenny Chesney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16:: WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Funny Little Frog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17:: WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Save the Last Dance For Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18:: WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Music of the Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Andrew Loyd Weber Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19:: WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Always in My Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'd Come For You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1513799223631109281?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1513799223631109281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1513799223631109281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1513799223631109281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1513799223631109281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-song-speak-for-me.html' title='Does the song speak for me?'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-895300604591351476</id><published>2009-04-07T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:54:42.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn-a-palooza</title><content type='html'>I never really understood how a presentation, where you have the freedom to do whatever you want, can be boring. Man was I wrong. I have never felt so dead tired in a class, but I guess that's what you get when you're in a room full of unoriginal mindless drones who think black, white, and some colored text and a background will make in more entertaining than just black text on a white screen. Not to mention I think a group used Comic Sans (shoot me). Sounds cynical that I'm enjoying picking apart these presentations mroe than watching them, but I am. It's not like ours was mind blowing--why should it be if there are group members who don't really care about it and the professor just wants you to present &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that bugs me is when they alternate bolded and unbolded text within a slide to differentiate their points. That's what bullets are for people! Oh yay, a cheesy pciture asking "are you getting the right message?" Oh gosh those ads are horrible. Wow, layout, don't get me started. There should seriously be a class here that teaches people how to do presentations. Underlining, flying in text and graphs, text too small to read, too much on one slide, I need to stop. Ohhhh no. a washed out pixelized picture for a background. Okay, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-895300604591351476?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/895300604591351476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=895300604591351476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/895300604591351476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/895300604591351476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn-palooza.html' title='Yawn-a-palooza'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-6018037942956148329</id><published>2009-04-02T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:52:20.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression For Dummies</title><content type='html'>I swear there is a book, a self-help site, tapes, seminars, etc. for everything now. My brother was inside Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and a couple weeks ago and sent me a picture of this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SdTPKPzQC2I/AAAAAAAAADc/IpJzvYq3ZiI/s1600-h/dfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SdTPKPzQC2I/AAAAAAAAADc/IpJzvYq3ZiI/s200/dfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320104834778532706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people need help with things but I kind of think the last thing that these people are going to want to read a book on something that probably are either in denial about or just flat out don't want to read. My favorite on this is the picture on the front. That's pretty much how I look when I wake up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, depression is a horrible thing to go through but I think there a lot of people who can get out of it by changing up their lifestyle a little bit--eat healthy, work out, socialize--I don't think you need a book to tell you those things. Right now I think the one thing that can send me into a state of depression is sitting through these horribly boring presentations in my sociology class. Everyone's so dry and monotonous in their discussion of the social problem they chose to research. Wanna talk about depressing? I have sat through topics regarding texting, abortion, body image, and homelessness. That's just the beginning. There are still another 8 or 9 I have to deal with and have to be in class because my professor decided to take attendance for these days (only time during the whole semester). Maybe I can somehow turn this experience into a good entry for fmylife.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kaish/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-6018037942956148329?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6018037942956148329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=6018037942956148329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6018037942956148329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6018037942956148329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/04/depression-for-dummies.html' title='Depression For Dummies'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SdTPKPzQC2I/AAAAAAAAADc/IpJzvYq3ZiI/s72-c/dfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-3608090289030158561</id><published>2009-03-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:00:27.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Yet Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ScuXjls6xdI/AAAAAAAAADU/k5UEcbpB5pc/s1600-h/il_430xN.54327063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ScuXjls6xdI/AAAAAAAAADU/k5UEcbpB5pc/s200/il_430xN.54327063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510422712731090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Kiss" $525.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day I was Stumbling websites because I really was that bored and came across some jewelry done by Margaux Lange. She makes earrings, necklaces, bracelets and broaches, all out of plastic Barbie parts. No part is safe. Barbie from head to toe is processed into this designer's jewelry. To a little girl this might be horrifying, probably worse than her brother pulling the heads off her Barbie doll. Will G.I. Joe be her next victim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-3608090289030158561?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3608090289030158561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=3608090289030158561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3608090289030158561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3608090289030158561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/03/creepy-yet-interesting.html' title='Creepy Yet Interesting'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ScuXjls6xdI/AAAAAAAAADU/k5UEcbpB5pc/s72-c/il_430xN.54327063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7993933548929167750</id><published>2009-03-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:50:28.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/Sb-4DjAoIEI/AAAAAAAAADI/HWZ9beEiUo0/s1600-h/cool+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/Sb-4DjAoIEI/AAAAAAAAADI/HWZ9beEiUo0/s200/cool+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168456397463618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this and thought it was pretty clever. There are times when I used to kiss my mirrors in my bedroom or the bathroom, but never kissed a store window. For those who do, this is kind of fun. It reminds me a little of the "Vote for who sucks more" poster with Obama and McCain where you voted with your gum on public places where the poster was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7993933548929167750?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7993933548929167750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7993933548929167750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7993933548929167750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7993933548929167750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-this-and-thought-it-was-pretty.html' title='Kissing Windows'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/Sb-4DjAoIEI/AAAAAAAAADI/HWZ9beEiUo0/s72-c/cool+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-407384661533272650</id><published>2009-03-12T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:20:40.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Provo cops...NOT</title><content type='html'>So tonight I was driving down 100W and turning right onto Center Street when the lights behind me started flashing. As I start to pull over, confused as to why because I was not speeding, I brake, and my registration is current, he still proceeds to blind me with his brights. Thanks for that...'preciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes up to the window with an "I'm better than you" attitude and I am bewildered like no other. Apparently I failed to signal and didn't stop at the red light which was actually green. He tried to argue that point with me but I had a witness in the car, as well as I could request the traffic tapes if I decided to contest the ticket in court. It was easy to tell he was a rookie as well because I was (1) getting ticketed for something really retarded that most cops let you off with a warning, (2) he was young and was a jerk right off the bat, and (3) it's not even close to the end of the month where you get stupid tickets like that. He didn't let me off with a warning but wrote me up for "failing to signal"...hmm, funny, nothing about a red light on there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he drives away and I release some of my frustration in the car to my roommate who I apologized to in advance for anything I may say, he ironically turns right at the next light...and fails to signal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-407384661533272650?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/407384661533272650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=407384661533272650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/407384661533272650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/407384661533272650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-for-provo-copsnot.html' title='Yay for Provo cops...NOT'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-8289418396198819310</id><published>2009-02-05T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:54:11.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Tap's All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c455d1c8eabb866c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc455d1c8eabb866c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331636324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E9890F5B9446849107A2A863EBDFE8E5892AD73.7865FD2352DD40D48EC8BF6DA77B1A91D737D92C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc455d1c8eabb866c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyEq9YkFKEzMYMIOCrDgYQOT-PZ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c455d1c8eabb866c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8289418396198819310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=8289418396198819310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8289418396198819310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/8289418396198819310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-what-taps-all-about.html' title='That&apos;s What Tap&apos;s All About'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-4674858961170330848</id><published>2009-02-05T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:53:32.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Originality</title><content type='html'>In all of my Comms elective classes they bash on advertising and blame it for many of today's societal problems. It usually goes Advertising makes people feel bad about themselves (particularly women) and makes you buy things you don't want or need, PR sways the story, and journalism brings justice. Hmm...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in my sociology class and and we start talking about advertising and how it impacts society's point of views of objects. I really do think there are some ads that may go a little too far, but really, it is not just the media and advertisements seen that cause society to be self conscious. I think there are some people who read into ads a little more than what it was trying to get across. Advertising can be powerful and used for informing, for good, and more, but people only ever focus on the negative aspects. There is no industry that is absolutely perfect. Not to mention that the fashion industry is starting to not use anorexic looking women. Anyone else have any opinions on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-4674858961170330848?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4674858961170330848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=4674858961170330848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4674858961170330848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4674858961170330848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/02/lack-of-originality.html' title='Lack of Originality'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-6155611807041632417</id><published>2009-01-22T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:59:09.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap Project--Here's To Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the BYU Ad Lab I have had the opportunity to work on some awesome projects and with some incredible clients, but I have to say that one project we are currently working on in the Lab has really gotten everyone involved, uniting us even more as we work towards this great cause which is the Tap Project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2007, Droga 5 started the Tap Project with the help of UNICEF, an organization that is dedicated to helping children over in Africa. This project is so simple and allows everyone to participate with minimal effort. The only thing people have to do is visit their nearby restaurants during World Water Week in March and donate $1 for the glass of water they would normally get for free. This $1 goes further than we would think. For every $1 donated a child will have clean drinking water for 40 days–that means less than $10 will give them a year of sanitized water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we found out about this cause, all of us in the BYU Ad Lab wanted to get involved as much as possible, and this is what has allowed us to become the agency of record for the state of Utah for Tap this year. We are utilizing every restaurant possible within the Wasatch Front from March 22-28 to get our message across and help Droga and UNICEF fight this battle that is killing thousands of children a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times where we can all say we have gotten rapped up in our own problems and lives, worrying about what we are going to do to get ready for our future, the job market, starting a family, dating, what we’ll do that weekend, and even down to the littler things like what we’re going to wear or which fast food joint we’ll eat at. But once you have the chance to take a step back and realize how often we take things for granite, your eyes are opened towards something else. One thing that really effected me was not only the fact that unsanitized water was the number one cause of death among children in Africa, but the fact that I could go and get clean, running tap water out of a faucet ten feet away from my room, where some of these children walk seven miles each direction for water that is contaminated with polution and parasites. I realized how often I take for granted the little things that are available to me on a daily basis and that I should do something since I’m in the position to do so. $1. That’s it. How hard is it really to drop one extra dollar the next time you eat out? And on top of that, I know how far that $1 is going to stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the Lab we have developed a campaign that will unite all residents and nonresidents of Utah and the Wasatch Front, and for this one week in March, bring them together where they finally have something that they can all drink to and say: “Here’s to Life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-125" title="picture-11" src="http://beyond.byucomms.org/home/wp-content/uploads/picture-11.png" alt="picture-11" width="449" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-6155611807041632417?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6155611807041632417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=6155611807041632417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6155611807041632417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/6155611807041632417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/01/tap-project-heres-to-life.html' title='Tap Project--Here&apos;s To Life.'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-9090866493031647616</id><published>2009-01-11T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:32:30.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Idea</title><content type='html'>So I'm roaming around on one of my favorite websites and came across this picture and thought, "Who is the genius that came up with this idea?" Quite funny if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SWq5voWz61I/AAAAAAAAACw/lkgDrChtq6U/s1600-h/obama+mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SWq5voWz61I/AAAAAAAAACw/lkgDrChtq6U/s200/obama+mccain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290244940238154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-9090866493031647616?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/9090866493031647616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=9090866493031647616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/9090866493031647616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/9090866493031647616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius-idea.html' title='Genius Idea'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SWq5voWz61I/AAAAAAAAACw/lkgDrChtq6U/s72-c/obama+mccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-3365940993838725536</id><published>2008-12-22T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:07:08.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your help...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm deciding whether or not I want to cut my hair, and which style to go with, so...I need your help. Please let me know what you think...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBitybtDFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sCpxGgspkjU/s1600-h/long+hair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBitybtDFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sCpxGgspkjU/s200/long+hair+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282830901677198418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBiycZhbPI/AAAAAAAAACY/yJUvZ7eG2r8/s1600-h/Short+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBiycZhbPI/AAAAAAAAACY/yJUvZ7eG2r8/s200/Short+Hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282830981661814002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBjz9SyYlI/AAAAAAAAACg/NomHVSVUK-A/s1600-h/short+hair+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBjz9SyYlI/AAAAAAAAACg/NomHVSVUK-A/s200/short+hair+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832107183432274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-3365940993838725536?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3365940993838725536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=3365940993838725536' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3365940993838725536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3365940993838725536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-your-help.html' title='Need your help...'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SVBitybtDFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sCpxGgspkjU/s72-c/long+hair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7787789758664195</id><published>2008-12-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:39:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over and really, this break could not have come at a better time. I thought I was getting a great start on these relaxing two weeks by hitting The Canyons up on Wednesday for a day of boarding in fresh powder. Best conditions all week. Seriously...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SUvM-dpaIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7urdFb-V1ro/s1600-h/Snowboarding+%40+Canyons+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SUvM-dpaIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7urdFb-V1ro/s320/Snowboarding+%40+Canyons+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540361504301426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I leave to make the nine hour trip to California for the holidays which turns into 12! Not as bad as it sounds, but when you're sore from snowboarding the day before, sitting down for that long, cramped up in a car really isn't the ideal scenario. I did finally make it home after hitting bad road conditions in Utah where I fishtailed on the I-15 a few times, ran out of windshield wiper fluid and wipers that needed to be changed (both of those were fixed), almost ran out of gas between Mesquite and Vegas--thank you little random gas stops along the way, traffic between Vegas and Primm that took me 1 1/2hrs to go 15 miles, more traffic later on, and the inevitable horrible drivers. Yay for still being alive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7787789758664195?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7787789758664195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7787789758664195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7787789758664195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7787789758664195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/12/semester-is-finally-over-and-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SUvM-dpaIXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7urdFb-V1ro/s72-c/Snowboarding+%40+Canyons+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-3177592476287438914</id><published>2008-12-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:02:07.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet E-Cards</title><content type='html'>So I just found this website, www.frozenpole.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is awesome. You create these e-cards to send to people and you can use your picture or some default one they have which consists of Mona Lisa, Santa, and more. You can dress your person and send them on a fun adventure to see where their (or your) tongue will stick. Such a great idea spin-off of A Christmas Story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-3177592476287438914?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3177592476287438914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=3177592476287438914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3177592476287438914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/3177592476287438914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-e-cards.html' title='Sweet E-Cards'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-5317501020138273726</id><published>2008-12-08T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:18.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am going to make an actual updated entry because a certain someone keeps giving me crap, and apparently my one line and video link doesn't count. Soo...here it is..&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving break was a lot of fun. My roommate and I went to my house in California and were lucky enough to enjoy good food, fun people, and lots of sleep. Oh! And the entire first season of Heroes. It was fun seeing my two favorite girls again, Bailey and Mandy. There is never a quiet or dull moment when the three of us are together, and our high school English teach can attest to that, as well as anyone who has ever hung out with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ST4adsyIrMI/AAAAAAAAABg/cJr6hLRtuPs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+break+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ST4adsyIrMI/AAAAAAAAABg/cJr6hLRtuPs/s320/Thanksgiving+break+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277684910864772290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Yara has never been to Disneyland, so on Friday night we did a girls night and the four of us went to Downtown Disney (closest we could get without paying the $60+ to get in) for some food, drinks, and just walk around listening to the music performers. They always have someone on the violin, an acoustic guitar, a Latin music band usually playing salsa music, someone on the drums, and more. It's highly entertaining, and so relaxing. It was fun seeing her get all excited about things. Hey, everyone deserves to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ST4bPTlJjVI/AAAAAAAAABo/aoyavXheO7Y/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+break+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ST4bPTlJjVI/AAAAAAAAABo/aoyavXheO7Y/s320/Thanksgiving+break+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277685763092876626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird though driving around with my brother who now has his license (scary!). He is apparently "hanging out" with this one girl Haley who is adorable. I feel bad for the guy because I'm going to be giving him so much crap when he gets his first girlfriend. She's an awesome girl, so who knows what will come of that. My sister who is 12 is getting taller every time I see her and she's starting to go through my shoe collection because we're the same size now. I guess I'm going to have to keep my heels on lock down so they don't go missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-5317501020138273726?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5317501020138273726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=5317501020138273726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5317501020138273726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5317501020138273726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-i-am-going-to-make-actual.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/ST4adsyIrMI/AAAAAAAAABg/cJr6hLRtuPs/s72-c/Thanksgiving+break+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-4085591266798673850</id><published>2008-12-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:19:30.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vxzIamlzoA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I pretty much died when I first saw this. I feel so bad for their parents, siblings, friends, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-4085591266798673850?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4085591266798673850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=4085591266798673850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4085591266798673850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4085591266798673850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-i-pretty-much-died-when-i-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7128435564141265017</id><published>2008-11-16T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:40:55.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SSEQGFN6TvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UT-dixXU-QA/s1600-h/CH+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SSEQGFN6TvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UT-dixXU-QA/s320/CH+fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510735665975026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I had a few people calling and texting me to make sure my family and house were alright back home. This picture my dad sent me this morning, it was taken from their bedroom window at 4am. Pretty much they were all packed up and ready to go, and were just waiting for the fire fighters to tell them when. Our house backs up to a main street, and then there's a housing track, and then the state park which caught on fire and has started what is now called the tri-complex fire because it has basically formed a triangle, blocking freeways and other streets between cities. I'm just glad that most of my friends who did have to evacuate are now back in their homes and that it is under control a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7128435564141265017?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7128435564141265017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7128435564141265017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7128435564141265017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7128435564141265017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-scary.html' title='Super Scary'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SSEQGFN6TvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UT-dixXU-QA/s72-c/CH+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1267636814104849335</id><published>2008-11-07T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:05:01.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration comes from the unexpected sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SRUcXy0flEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4cFEOHoba38/s1600-h/lifeasahouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SRUcXy0flEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4cFEOHoba38/s320/lifeasahouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266146534384178242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was over at a friend's house tonight watching a movie I had never even heard of before: Life As A House. No wonder I had no clue what it was since it came out in 2001. Not knowing what to expect, I of course sat on the couch ready to zone out for a couple of hours in front of the boob-tube (yeah, I don't remember the last time I heard ANYONE use that word haha). &lt;br /&gt;It is one of the best movies I have ever seen. It is so inspirational and makes you want to be a better person. Of course it is mixed with humor and a few great one-liners. Overall, great movie and I think you all should see it (as long as you aren't bothered by mild nudity and some swearing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1267636814104849335?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1267636814104849335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1267636814104849335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1267636814104849335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1267636814104849335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiration-comes-from-unexpected.html' title='Inspiration comes from the unexpected sometimes'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SRUcXy0flEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4cFEOHoba38/s72-c/lifeasahouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-5166854224934648699</id><published>2008-10-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:30:10.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess which song</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is just a little thing I thought would be fun to see how well you all know your music. I know I am practically a walking billboard for Apple with my iPod always attached to me whenever I am walking somewhere alone, even if it is a few minutes. I can't go anywhere without tuneage. So...let's see how well you guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings and desire and love and empty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New York City you're so pretty. All your faces, going places. And I believe if you fall in love, I believe if you fall in love, you should jump right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's like the bottom of the 9th and I'm never gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel a way of something beyond them, I don't see what I can feel. If vision is the only validation, then most of my life isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell me what's wrong, tell me what's right, tell me how you want me to do it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take all this infatuation and envy I never thought I'd be this way with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I found other things to keep my mind on, And Im gettin to know myself a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I sense it now, the water's getting deep, I try to wash the pain away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September never stays this cold Where I come from, And you know I'm not one for complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She looked out the window Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper, I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-5166854224934648699?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5166854224934648699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=5166854224934648699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5166854224934648699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5166854224934648699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-which-song.html' title='Guess which song'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-4372666697342102448</id><published>2008-10-29T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:38:21.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1396519019" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1830029460&amp;amp;playerId=1396519019&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="425" height="366" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I stole this from Carly's site, but I've seen it before and think it is absolutely amazing. How could you not want to vote, especially after you watch this? Really, unless you could care less about what happens in the future and it doesn't matter to you what our country's leaders do, then don't vote. Just don't complain when  you don't like the next president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-4372666697342102448?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4372666697342102448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=4372666697342102448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4372666697342102448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/4372666697342102448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-dont.html' title='Just Don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7859501209024211144</id><published>2008-10-26T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:15:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we wish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SQTTvKR8IGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w0p6YYgabpw/s1600-h/d58c92217f525030007f21b1b24f2b7a2a4cd1bb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SQTTvKR8IGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w0p6YYgabpw/s320/d58c92217f525030007f21b1b24f2b7a2a4cd1bb_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261563071842492514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If only it were that easy..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7859501209024211144?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7859501209024211144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7859501209024211144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7859501209024211144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7859501209024211144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-we-wish.html' title='Can&apos;t we wish?'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SQTTvKR8IGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w0p6YYgabpw/s72-c/d58c92217f525030007f21b1b24f2b7a2a4cd1bb_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-5801806168057947214</id><published>2008-10-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:17:45.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;There are so many times we say that nothing happens in Provo, that Provo is so boring, and so forth, and this is all true. Tonight, however, me and a few others saw (and heard) some interesting things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;To begin with our night in Park City at the Warren Miller film, the couple behind us would react to the falls, tricks, etc., with sounds similar to an orgasm. Really? Can they be any more annoying? Right in my ear too! Because of this, when they were throwing out free stuff during intermission, I smoothly snatched the beanie out of the air because I didn't want that woman getting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;On the way back to Provo there was an exploded deer on the side of the road, then we saw some guys get arrested in the Smith's parking lot as Peter Pan and Tinker Bell walked by to hop in their green car and drive off. This would then be followed by a series of obnoxious high schoolers and college freshmen singing along to the juke box inside the Malt Shop (a reminder as to why I don't go there). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-5801806168057947214?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5801806168057947214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=5801806168057947214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5801806168057947214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/5801806168057947214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-old-provo.html' title='Good Old Provo'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-7959219734675170301</id><published>2008-10-06T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:47:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, seriously?</title><content type='html'>When I came back to Utah from New York I thought I would be going through major withdraws...not so much. Now, on the other hand, I am going insane! Get me the heck out of this place! What kills me even more are some of the people here, including the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet spirits&lt;br /&gt;The naive&lt;br /&gt;The judgmental&lt;br /&gt;The "I take myself too seriously"&lt;br /&gt;The closed minded&lt;br /&gt;The tattle tales&lt;br /&gt;and of course The "I don't like my life so I have to butt into everyone else's and try to 'fix them'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't people just mind their own damn business sometimes? Honestly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-7959219734675170301?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7959219734675170301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=7959219734675170301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7959219734675170301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/7959219734675170301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-seriously.html' title='Ok, seriously?'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-2408146869695242847</id><published>2008-07-31T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:40:43.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Tourists</title><content type='html'>So I realized that many may be wondering why on earth would I choose "of the sea". Simple really...it's the meaning of my last name. Not to mention it fits me rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website (kudos to Stephen for finding it) is absolutely hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.coedmagazine.com/Daily/11831" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.coedmagazine.com/&lt;wbr&gt;Daily/11831&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate to say that I have seen every single one of these things while living in NY, making it extremely easy to spot who the tourists are, "douchebag tourists" according to the writer of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocs should never be worn out in public. If you're a nurse, fine. Gardening? Fine. But beyond these two occasions they should not be seen out on the streets. Oh, and please, no fluorescents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-2408146869695242847?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2408146869695242847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=2408146869695242847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/2408146869695242847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/2408146869695242847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/07/ny-tourists.html' title='NY Tourists'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794616209536821737.post-1628204763592629807</id><published>2008-07-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:17:04.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY love my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So when it comes to shoes in New York I am so tempted to throw in the white flag. Today I broke my third pair of shoes--a cute pair of bronze stiletto strappy sandals that now live in the trash can in off 3rd Ave. between 86th and 87th street. My first pair of shoes were destroyed by the rain, literally falling apart at the toes and were opening in a manner that made them appear as if it were a mouth eating something. And the second pair after that was a cute pair of flip flops that go with everything. Unfortunately, they didn't go with the electrical tape which I borrowed from a hot dog vendor to fashion the straps so I could get in line for tickets to Legally Blonde. I'm not the only one this has happened to, however. The same day I broke my flip flops (thanks to my cousin's assistance), my mom's shoes snapped in the bathroom at the Broadway show we saw, and my grandmother's tennis shoe lost its treading--all due to what we assume is the heat and humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of glad I didn't bring the rest of my collection with me. I don't know what I'd do if my favorite heels were demolished by the streets and subways where they would lay to rest with the rest of the trash thrown out by the local bars and picked at by sewage rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8794616209536821737-1628204763592629807?l=kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1628204763592629807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8794616209536821737&amp;postID=1628204763592629807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1628204763592629807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8794616209536821737/posts/default/1628204763592629807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaishaofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/07/ny-love-my-shoes.html' title='NY love my shoes'/><author><name>Kaisha De La Mare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973714572094288163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9SEebagRo2k/SIPEVP6bvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnrWZWmoI3s/S220/MOMA+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
