<?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-1945616939152838486</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:18:52.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takrem Harris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-5487385964912952673</id><published>2010-06-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:38:14.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Bottle Water Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TB-VEEupQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/99SoVt-ARzY/s1600/bansbottledwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TB-VEEupQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/99SoVt-ARzY/s400/bansbottledwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485266768381952930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all yall people that wanna stay healthy think bottle water is the way to do it. Well ya wrong. The bottles that they put the water in is made of oil. The water in the bottle is made from tap water but the bottle it's self is oil. I know I keep saying that but I can't get over it. Thats just nasty. So don't buy it no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-5487385964912952673?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/5487385964912952673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/06/ban-bottle-water-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5487385964912952673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5487385964912952673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/06/ban-bottle-water-part-2.html' title='Ban Bottle Water Part 2'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TB-VEEupQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/99SoVt-ARzY/s72-c/bansbottledwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-6651807296844426489</id><published>2010-06-01T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:27:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TAkLlTARNNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sfhythse45o/s1600/Game%2BAddict.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TAkLlTARNNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sfhythse45o/s400/Game%2BAddict.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478923157057385682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres 5 ways to tell if you are a game addict.&lt;br /&gt;1. As soon as you go home you run straight to your room without saying hi to anyone&lt;br /&gt;2.You dream that you are the main character when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;3.You play for days without showering&lt;br /&gt;4.You play every single day&lt;br /&gt;5.You get really mad when your mom makes you turn it off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-6651807296844426489?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6651807296844426489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/6651807296844426489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/6651807296844426489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-ways.html' title='5 Ways'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/TAkLlTARNNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sfhythse45o/s72-c/Game%2BAddict.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-2460369902525108072</id><published>2010-05-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:22:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romote Control War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S__RkWURnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4S8FORkIUBA/s1600/images-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S__RkWURnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4S8FORkIUBA/s400/images-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476326094301928674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the people that operate the preditor drones are punks. The the ones that have no hand to hand combat skills. With hand to hand theres a chance you can actually have a chance of dying. The preditor drones may not insure you will kill the enemy but it insure that you won't die at that second. I thought when you join the army you swear to protect your country by even putting your life on the line. it's a huge advantage if the people you fighting doesn't have that tech. It's unfair but you gotta do what you gotta do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-2460369902525108072?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2460369902525108072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/05/romote-control-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/2460369902525108072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/2460369902525108072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/05/romote-control-war.html' title='Romote Control War'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S__RkWURnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4S8FORkIUBA/s72-c/images-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-8103705058471353545</id><published>2010-04-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:11:40.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile Penalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S9XAvDqxIVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mflJZDEXtBc/s1600/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S9XAvDqxIVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mflJZDEXtBc/s400/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464485637555036498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S9XAUHtv-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IK2JF9MDUi0/s1600/vanessa_hudgens_celebrity-3496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S9XAUHtv-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IK2JF9MDUi0/s400/vanessa_hudgens_celebrity-3496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464485174784817794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you make a profile in anything [Facebook, Aim, Myspace] there's always a way to hack it somehow. like people could get on it and change all your pictures and learn your address and stuff. or if ya nasty, you put nekked pictures or something and get caught. like vanessa hudgens or dat girl from cheetah girls. dats why if you don't want people to judge you don't put stuff like dat. i guess that basically all the reasons you shouldn't do it. it's ok to have one but if you know people can hack it don't put stuff like dat. it's pretty gross. then in the future if they have kids or even you have kids it never goes away. if they search your name on the internet for fun with there friends they'll be made fun of forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-8103705058471353545?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8103705058471353545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/04/profile-penalty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8103705058471353545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8103705058471353545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/04/profile-penalty.html' title='Profile Penalty'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S9XAvDqxIVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mflJZDEXtBc/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-309198874696374124</id><published>2010-04-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:31:55.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractionns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S786VHn0y6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zFtkWim6wyM/s1600/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S786VHn0y6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zFtkWim6wyM/s400/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458145407894080418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I get distracted easily. When I want to remember something important and not forget it, something gets me thinking about something else. When i'm being yelled at by someone, I somehow see the smallest fly buzzing around them no matter where i'm at. While I took the techbrarian distraction test I somehow didn't get distracted. During the test you had to read a paragraph while some sort of sound was playing in the background. I read the whole thing no problem. During the test if they had a picture pop out, I would have definitely got distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-309198874696374124?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/309198874696374124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/04/distractionns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/309198874696374124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/309198874696374124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/04/distractionns.html' title='Distractionns'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S786VHn0y6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zFtkWim6wyM/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-3772011234333439330</id><published>2010-03-26T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:04:26.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Bottled Water Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S8SV-K-yrHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eafpdPHMsw0/s1600/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S8SV-K-yrHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eafpdPHMsw0/s400/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459653543612034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is bottled water bad? Is tap water better? I don't know, I don't drink water a lot anyway. Bottled water especially. If I have water in my house i'll drink it once in a while. Bottle water is made from oil which when it burns up it causes polution, which makes global warming a lot easier to happen. A lot of stuff right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-3772011234333439330?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3772011234333439330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-bottled-water-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3772011234333439330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3772011234333439330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-bottled-water-bad.html' title='Is Bottled Water Bad'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S8SV-K-yrHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eafpdPHMsw0/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-876820182666975699</id><published>2010-03-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:23:45.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War Simulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S6zDakq9muI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kC20sqLyPi0/s1600/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S6zDakq9muI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kC20sqLyPi0/s400/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452948110126717666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think war simulations are a great idea. It teaches people who's never been at war how to hold a gun and make quick decisions. I think war MOVIES are bad ideas because they're boring. But some people think they're ready for war and when you get on the simulator, your like oh crap what do I do, what I do. Then they come out crying and quivering like a little punk. I think in ten years we are going to have to put on a helmet and your body in the real world is paralyzed until you complete the mission in the simulator or someone in the real world turns it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-876820182666975699?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/876820182666975699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/war-simulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/876820182666975699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/876820182666975699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/war-simulations.html' title='War Simulations'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S6zDakq9muI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kC20sqLyPi0/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-4286407871803717188</id><published>2010-03-12T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:35:50.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pfNQCvwZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n_Gxz-y7ToY/s1600-h/guy-with-wolverine-claws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pfNQCvwZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n_Gxz-y7ToY/s400/guy-with-wolverine-claws.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447771380507459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really think piercings are nasty. like getting your ears or your tounge pierced. but when you wanna get your nipples pierced or butt cheeks, you taking it to a hole new level. i saw a guy stick two knives through his nose and another have so many rings on his nipples they sag to his stomach. i understand if you want one but your mom wont let you. but dont come back to the house with a face full of pimples and piercings. it not cool. not even a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-4286407871803717188?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4286407871803717188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4286407871803717188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4286407871803717188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercings.html' title='Piercings'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pfNQCvwZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n_Gxz-y7ToY/s72-c/guy-with-wolverine-claws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-4119627242254516906</id><published>2010-02-23T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:32:09.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Adiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5EldzNCMoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7V-qW9OElsg/s1600-h/video-games.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5EldzNCMoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7V-qW9OElsg/s400/video-games.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445174618358952578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is possible to be addicted to games if it's the perfect game for you. Like last year when i had my 360, I bought two games. Naruto Rise Of A Ninja and Naruto The Broken Bond. Rise of a ninja was the first game and the broken bond was the second one. Luckily I bought both games on the weekends. Those games was like my life. I one time played so much that I fell asleep with the game on and the controller in my hand. I'm so happy that the 360 didnt over heat and mess up. I eventually beat both games but since then i've leaned to be more careful with video games. in south Korea kids get addicted to games worse than kids in america do. the have to go to rehab and talk to concellors about it. pretty sad if you think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-4119627242254516906?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4119627242254516906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-adiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4119627242254516906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4119627242254516906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-adiction.html' title='Game Adiction'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5EldzNCMoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7V-qW9OElsg/s72-c/video-games.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-7365791701379892356</id><published>2010-02-05T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:36:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S3V1XkJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dPLzCWCw0fo/s1600-h/idk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S3V1XkJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dPLzCWCw0fo/s400/idk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437381172819024690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best invention ever made for guys. Girls could use it too but I doubt they would buy it. It's called the Automatic Butt Scratchah. Imaging you siting there playing your 360 or ps3 and ya butt starts itching. What do you do you might ask? Pause the game and put on the Automatic Butt Scratchah!!. You put it on like a belt and press the green button that says go. Next thing you know a sensasion that feels like someone is scratching your butt. They have soft animal scratch, Real human scratch, and extra, extra, hard ruff scratch when you wanna get that bad itch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-7365791701379892356?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7365791701379892356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-invention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7365791701379892356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7365791701379892356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-invention.html' title='The Best Invention'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S3V1XkJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dPLzCWCw0fo/s72-c/idk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-7280472859242977541</id><published>2010-02-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:22:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover Is The Funniest Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pcILa3GVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0EQBGPJ0C6E/s1600-h/hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pcILa3GVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0EQBGPJ0C6E/s400/hangover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447767994832197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hangover is the funniest movie ever. It's about four guys who go to Los Vegas because one of them are about to get married. One is a skinny guy with glasses who doesn't really know how to have fun. Another is a fat guy who's brothers with the girl the guy is marrying. And the last guy is like the ultimate bachelor person. He like 30 something and sleeps with different girls every day. When they're there drinking on the roof the fat guy spikes there drink but only they don't know it. The screen goes black and then 3 of them wake up in there hotel. The guy who's supposed to get married the next day is missing. They search all of Vegas looking for him. They get in all sorts of trouble looking for him. Slowly they find him on the day of the wedding on the roof with a really bad sun burn. Like red all over. In my opinion it's the best comedy movie ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-7280472859242977541?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7280472859242977541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/hangover-is-funniest-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7280472859242977541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7280472859242977541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/02/hangover-is-funniest-movie.html' title='The Hangover Is The Funniest Movie'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S5pcILa3GVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0EQBGPJ0C6E/s72-c/hangover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-8900712368823392395</id><published>2010-01-15T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:49:22.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Siblings As Good As People Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S2hW6T3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iGVRqAlp0N0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S2hW6T3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iGVRqAlp0N0/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433688510188248082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are siblings as good as people say? I have a older brother and a younger sister. Sometimes they can be funny. Which I like because it's a cuality they both share. But sometimes they like to both be the boss. Which I don't like. Since there are three of us we like to pair into two and pick on or ignore the lonely one with no partner. It's either me and my brother, or my and my sister, or my sister and my brother. When it's them two pairing up I automaticly know  go to our room or whatever room their not in, watch t.v and draw or listen to my ipod and draw. That's how I cancel them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-8900712368823392395?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8900712368823392395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-siblings-as-good-as-people-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8900712368823392395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8900712368823392395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-siblings-as-good-as-people-say.html' title='Are Siblings As Good As People Say'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S2hW6T3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iGVRqAlp0N0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-8924300112956849296</id><published>2010-01-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:52:00.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1CBAgXBbMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vo3rb98lJbc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1CBAgXBbMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vo3rb98lJbc/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426979396667927746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1B_9rJAhhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/glrLqc8XdqA/s1600-h/images-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1B_9rJAhhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/glrLqc8XdqA/s200/images-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426978248510703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1CAFoa1bXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8cqalR8nSMM/s1600-h/images-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1CAFoa1bXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8cqalR8nSMM/s200/images-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426978385219120498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one week to live there would be so many things I want to do. One would be find the owner of McDonalds and steal the deed that says he owns McDonalds then scare him so much that he says in a public anouncement that I now own McDonalds. Then on Tuesday  I would steal a  black Lamborghini and create a machine that let's me have unlimmited gas. Then drive it straight into a wall. Then Wednesday, since i'm rich, go to hollywood and go on a date with Logan Browning from Meet The Brown. Then on Thursday take my girl Logan skydiving into a big pile of extra soft mattresses while eating a happy meal. I know i'm too old for that but since I own McDonalds I don't really care. Then on Friday call Michael Jordan to come to  my house to teach me all he knows about basketball. Then on Saturday I would go to a doctor that can make me jump high enough to dunk and run and jump for alot of hours. Then go to the NBA and go on the wackest team [ New Jersey Nets] and beat the Los Angeles Lakers, the Cleavland Cavaliers, the Denver Nuggets, the Orlando Magic, and the Boston Celtics. Then on Sunday retire from my 24 hour time in the NBA and chill with my girlfriend Logan Browning eating super sized McDonald meals, be known as the greatest player the NBA ever saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-8924300112956849296?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8924300112956849296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8924300112956849296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8924300112956849296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S1CBAgXBbMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vo3rb98lJbc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-3824971651390449805</id><published>2010-01-05T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:37:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S0dQz3-0nJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hh9DUCB4R0Q/s1600-h/hygene_clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 551px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S0dQz3-0nJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hh9DUCB4R0Q/s320/hygene_clip_image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424393128322047122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way that their water gets contaminated is when the excrete and urinate it goes into their water system and they wind up drinking it. When they drink it they often die from all the chemicals that the push out they put back in. One inve&lt;img src="file:///Users/nycdoe/Desktop/girl%20garbaghe.jpg" alt="" /&gt;ntion is called the Clay Filter and it has a special silver that kills all the dirty bacteria in the water so that when the people drink it it's clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-3824971651390449805?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3824971651390449805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3824971651390449805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3824971651390449805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty-water.html' title='Dirty Water'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/S0dQz3-0nJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hh9DUCB4R0Q/s72-c/hygene_clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-7887874597335901024</id><published>2009-12-15T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:33:49.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen Iverson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Syug1LlYUwI/AAAAAAAAADg/9VCa4-kwdY8/s1600-h/allen-iverson-picture-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Syug1LlYUwI/AAAAAAAAADg/9VCa4-kwdY8/s320/allen-iverson-picture-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416599812346237698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen Iverson a.k.a " The Answer " is the best point guard to get into the NBA. He can cross anybody he plays and lay it up on anybody he wants. And i'm saying it like that because he's only like 6 feet or less and he lays it up on 6 foot 7 and 8 people. But he retired. He also been injured alot so that could be a main reason. My dad thinks he going to come back in a year or two. I think he should he hasn't won an NBA ring yet. He should at least win one then leave if he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-7887874597335901024?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7887874597335901024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/allen-iverson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7887874597335901024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7887874597335901024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/allen-iverson.html' title='Allen Iverson'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Syug1LlYUwI/AAAAAAAAADg/9VCa4-kwdY8/s72-c/allen-iverson-picture-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-8808932883692677302</id><published>2009-12-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:56:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is The Sky Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sye_pwIIh6I/AAAAAAAAADY/pDdQPR-0Sss/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sye_pwIIh6I/AAAAAAAAADY/pDdQPR-0Sss/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415507800950867874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue. I always wanted to know that. I was watching a show called my wife and kids and the main character Micheal Kyle [ Damon Wayans ] said that the sun reflects off the ocean. I highly doubt that.  Sometimes the sky looks gray or orange. What does that reflect off of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-8808932883692677302?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8808932883692677302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-sky-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8808932883692677302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/8808932883692677302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-sky-blue.html' title='Why Is The Sky Blue'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sye_pwIIh6I/AAAAAAAAADY/pDdQPR-0Sss/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-4988809827123381638</id><published>2009-12-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:42:42.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SyEzA6slvSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8bD7BdtzKJ8/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SyEzA6slvSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8bD7BdtzKJ8/s320/images-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664317925342498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a computer game that shows the dangers of unpertected sex. In the game you get to choose four people and name all of them. Two of them are girls and two of them are guys. Then it plays a story on jelousy and unpertected sex. One thing in the game I did was excepted sex from this girl and she had HIV. She never got tested so she didn't know. This game is important because it people know how to protect people form getting HIV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-4988809827123381638?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4988809827123381638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiv-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4988809827123381638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/4988809827123381638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiv-game.html' title='HIV Game'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SyEzA6slvSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8bD7BdtzKJ8/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-7767521400126136585</id><published>2009-12-03T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:55:49.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA 2K 10 Is HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sx6FC1xvBGI/AAAAAAAAADI/8rwgbiajJUk/s1600-h/kobe-bryant-cover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sx6FC1xvBGI/AAAAAAAAADI/8rwgbiajJUk/s400/kobe-bryant-cover2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412910085987828834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA 2K 10 is mad hot. I use the Boston Celtics and beat beat every team I play. I shoot 3's with Ray Allen, Paul Pierce, and Rasheed Wallece, and dunk it with Perkins and KG. I like it for PS3 because i never played it for 360. the graphics is sick. i played my cousins but i want to get it for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-7767521400126136585?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7767521400126136585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/nba-live-10-is-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7767521400126136585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/7767521400126136585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/nba-live-10-is-cool.html' title='NBA 2K 10 Is HOT'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/Sx6FC1xvBGI/AAAAAAAAADI/8rwgbiajJUk/s72-c/kobe-bryant-cover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-3451032940319204353</id><published>2009-12-03T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:28:46.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Sketch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SxgRG5OQFLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Oy76Ni3HE_g/s1600-h/takrem+sketch+up.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SxgRG5OQFLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Oy76Ni3HE_g/s400/takrem+sketch+up.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411093762423133362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-3451032940319204353?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3451032940319204353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/google-sketch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3451032940319204353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3451032940319204353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/12/google-sketch-up.html' title='Google Sketch Up'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SxgRG5OQFLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Oy76Ni3HE_g/s72-c/takrem+sketch+up.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-6413681290344481393</id><published>2009-11-06T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:23:54.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvRptAc-4fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KbPgGYM4T6c/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvRptAc-4fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KbPgGYM4T6c/s320/frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401058075060658674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-6413681290344481393?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6413681290344481393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/6413681290344481393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/6413681290344481393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvRptAc-4fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KbPgGYM4T6c/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-5933222468861185592</id><published>2009-11-06T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:08:33.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did This Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=dd5d5pp4_2dh3z8bcv" frameborder="0" width="410" height="342"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-5933222468861185592?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/5933222468861185592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5933222468861185592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5933222468861185592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='What I Did This Summer'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-452353951235207028</id><published>2009-11-04T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:43:58.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Inspired Poem pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHZd4TY6nI/AAAAAAAAACw/PGUz2-CwiY0/s1600-h/2556500311_1fdf3b3f84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHZd4TY6nI/AAAAAAAAACw/PGUz2-CwiY0/s320/2556500311_1fdf3b3f84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400336535547079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this picture represents how good life is. That if you save money or you are very good looking and you are a good actor, you can also have this. Oh yeah it's supposed to be a poem. Roses are red and so is this car. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-452353951235207028?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/452353951235207028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-inspired-poem-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/452353951235207028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/452353951235207028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-inspired-poem-pt-2.html' title='Photo Inspired Poem pt 2'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHZd4TY6nI/AAAAAAAAACw/PGUz2-CwiY0/s72-c/2556500311_1fdf3b3f84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-3381023749580541271</id><published>2009-11-04T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:29:36.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Inspired Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHVhkO44aI/AAAAAAAAACo/QS3pj9PVn_Q/s1600-h/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHVhkO44aI/AAAAAAAAACo/QS3pj9PVn_Q/s320/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400332200832459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that picture represents love. That someone is in love and their boyfriend or girlfriend has their heart. But they don't mean it physical. I mean that's kinda weird and they could die. I think that the person likes them so much, they mentally and emotionally have their heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-3381023749580541271?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3381023749580541271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-inspired-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3381023749580541271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/3381023749580541271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-inspired-poem.html' title='Photo Inspired Poem'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/SvHVhkO44aI/AAAAAAAAACo/QS3pj9PVn_Q/s72-c/2742402292_c8b10c2355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945616939152838486.post-5321391381534522604</id><published>2009-10-06T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:29:35.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox and Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/St4Bgf0DM6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sjf_0-sMZ4E/s1600-h/cartoon_ducks_st5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/St4Bgf0DM6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sjf_0-sMZ4E/s400/cartoon_ducks_st5-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394751061443687330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the video the fox and the ducks, i learned a lot of interesting stuff. one thing i learned is that a baby chick is also one of a foxes prey. when the momma or daddy duck goes to look for food for the baby chick, that's when the kid foxes come.they chew all the baby foxes raw. and when the momma or daddy come, dey puts da beat down on those foxes. if i could put a video on this, you could see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1945616939152838486-5321391381534522604?l=takremharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/feeds/5321391381534522604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/10/fox-and-ducks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5321391381534522604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1945616939152838486/posts/default/5321391381534522604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takremharris.blogspot.com/2009/10/fox-and-ducks.html' title='Fox and Ducks'/><author><name>tharris188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11180376571479819317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9c_a5CynugE/St4Bgf0DM6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sjf_0-sMZ4E/s72-c/cartoon_ducks_st5-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
