<?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-3256814778867667911</id><updated>2011-12-04T15:22:30.657-08:00</updated><category term='Still'/><title type='text'>The World According To Mak</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I can post my thoughts, poetry, songs, pictures, and opinions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7882165095575163774</id><published>2011-02-07T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:03:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is a huge leap of Faith to step out, let go of what's familiar, and trust that God will provide for you. It's easier to hold on to what you know, even if it means being in pain. Sometimes, pain is easier than change. Healing changes us, transforms us. Healing means giving up a part of yourself in order to become more whole. That's why healing is so difficult; it's an adventure. Healing is letting go of what's safe, letting go of a part of yourself in order to make room for something beautiful.&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/3256814778867667911-7882165095575163774?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7882165095575163774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2011/02/healing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7882165095575163774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7882165095575163774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2011/02/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7095641653532292716</id><published>2010-11-18T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:58:38.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Make You Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My newest song. =) I wrote it a while ago, but hadn't posted it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give your worries up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just lay them down and you'll be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And with your burdens at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And when your teardrops fall like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And all the colors start to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you can't see beyond this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give your worries up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my Lord I long to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This life You have in store for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And though I've failed you countless times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will make You mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been a fool I've gone astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I get caught up day to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But now I see beyond this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I will make You mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have failed You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Countless times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But now I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am Yours and You are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-7095641653532292716?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7095641653532292716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will-make-you-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7095641653532292716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7095641653532292716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will-make-you-mine.html' title='I Will Make You Mine'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-9183270553564184106</id><published>2009-10-03T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:03:56.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raindrops Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It’s so hard to witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your life fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So hard watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;With nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So hard standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While you fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh I’ll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For you if you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I’ll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Through the rain and snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I’ll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Through the storms and tempests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I watch the raindrops cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Instrumental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your peaceful strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Has me amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You give up your burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You trust and obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You stand here ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For everything to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;‘Cause even the trees fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Broken and weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They crash to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And even the ocean roars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tumbling and crashing it screams aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And even the raindrops cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes even the raindrops cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-9183270553564184106?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/9183270553564184106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/10/raindrops-cry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9183270553564184106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9183270553564184106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/10/raindrops-cry.html' title='The Raindrops Cry'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1271547763645851069</id><published>2009-09-14T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:25:55.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Surgery (AKA Torture)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, today I had a lovely surgery done on my mouth. I had what are called impacted canine teeth, which means that the adult teeth hadn't been able to push out the baby teeth, so they were just hanging out in the roof of my mouth. So, what they had to do was pull my baby teeth, wiggle and yank on my adult teeth, attach a bracket, attach a chain to the bracket that will later attach to my braces, and then sew me up. FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I had a few options as far as anesthesia goes. I could do just the local anesthetic, or do that with laughing gas, or an IV with some other sedative that would put me to sleep. I chose the laughing gas and local. MISTAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; First of all, the laughing gas took FOREVER to even affect me a little, and it still didn't really do much. And then, the other anesthetic kept wearing off during the surgery. It almost hurt more to get the injections in the roof of my mouth than the actual surgery, so I tried to tough it out for a little bit, but then said "ow," and they re-injected the anesthetic. DOUBLE OW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I kept thinking they would be done soon. I'd been in there long enough, hadn't I? I started to feel a little panicky. After all, I was strapped onto this chair by the silly gas mask over my nose, with two - sometimes three - people digging and poking my mouth. It felt a bit horror movie-esque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I kept looking at their gloves, noticing my blood on them. The same blood that kept trickling down my throat uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There is something so claustrophobic about not being able to swallow properly, or control what goes down your throat. And then, of course, the gauze they kept shoving down farther and farther didn't help much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Finally, I felt it was coming to a close. The injections, prodding and poking, and noisy power drills were finally over, and I could leave and take some Advil. (By this time the pain was really starting to kick in.) But no, there was still more to come. They hadn't stitched me up yet! It was quite uncomfortable ( that's an understatement ) being able to feel the needle going in and out of the roof of my mouth, and then there's that lovely sensation as they pull the suture tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But at last, they were done. I could sit up, and finally absorb the traumatic experience I had just gone through. While trying to remain some sense of dignity by staunching the flow of blood and saliva oozing out my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ok, question. WHY do dentists always try to have conversations with you at the most inconvenient times? Like when the anesthetic had just kicked in and my upper lip surpassed even Angelina Jolie. Or, when, like I said, blood and saliva are flowing freely from my mouth. They were lovely conversations, and I give props to them for being able to understand me, but still. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I said that not being sedated was a mistake, but it is kind of cool being able to remember everything. Makes for better stories I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We finally were ready to leave the office, me not wanting to see the inside of that place EVER again. And knowing I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; As soon as we were out of the presence of strangers, I was able to release the tears that had been building. That was quite a painful ordeal, and left me feeling shaken as well. But, Advil is a beautiful thing, as well as chocolate milk-shakes and top-ramen, and I'm feeling quite lovely now! The inside of my mouth does look pretty nasty, and the bleeding still hasn't really stopped, but I take what I can get. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Moral of the story, beauty may be pain, but beautiful teeth is TORTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-1271547763645851069?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1271547763645851069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/oral-surgery-aka-torture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1271547763645851069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1271547763645851069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/oral-surgery-aka-torture.html' title='Oral Surgery (AKA Torture)'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5811050170768591359</id><published>2009-09-08T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:01:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;My house is so familiar. Full of laughter, tears, and memories accumulated over 10 years, my house is an old friend to come back to after every journey. Every piece of the house is also a piece of me. The walls, stairs, rooms, and yard each hold memories and events precious to who I am, who I used to be, and who I will be. I have been shaped here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5811050170768591359?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5811050170768591359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5811050170768591359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5811050170768591359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-2845524275086014656</id><published>2009-09-08T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:57:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;    I am terrified of loosing people I love. Swirling thoughts of pain and images of loss are constantly moving in the back of my head. While I do well during the day to push those thoughts back and live in the moment, at night they can be unstoppable. I lay awake trying to convince myself that many of these fears are unreasonable and unlikely to come to fruition. I tell myself I should trust God to take care of the ones that I love. However, I trust more that He will be with me through whatever misfortune occurs, than I trust that he will prevent misfortune from happening. Therefore, I try to reassure myself that I could have a good life and love God whatever happened, and that He is all I will ever need. While this thought is logical and registers in my brain, my heart and emotions are not convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-2845524275086014656?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/2845524275086014656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-greatest-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2845524275086014656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2845524275086014656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-greatest-fear.html' title='My Greatest Fear'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5305576213937629180</id><published>2009-09-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:46:53.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     “You choose your attitude.” I have heard this phrase countless times from my youth pastor and mentor, Kevin Brusett. It’s easy to think of the phrase as cliche, words without any relevance. When you actually stop to think about it, though, the words are pretty powerful. They mean that you can choose the way you feel no matter what situation you’re in; you have control over your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    I believe happiness is a choice. Sure, there are situations that are definitely better than others, but when it comes down to it, you choose whether you’re happy or not. Only I have the power to choose this for myself, and only you have the power to choose it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Have you ever noticed you hear a lot of stories about happy people who have nothing? They don’t have comfortable situations in life, and yet they still choose to be happy. Key phrase - they choose it. They don’t create it, or even find it. They choose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Imagine how much more powerful happiness would be if we thought of it as a lifestyle, similar to choosing a political party or religion. When we take happiness out of the category of emotions and “feelings,” it’s much easier to choose. It becomes a realistic, concrete way of living. If we think of it as a lifestyle, we no longer expect to get a good feeling every time we choose to be happy. That feeling will come sometimes, but it’s not the only result of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    So, you might ask, what is another result of happiness? I would answer, a more fulfilled and meaningful life. Think of all the time in your life you’ve spent by feeling sad. I’m not talking about the sadness that comes from divorce, death, or crime. I’m talking about those days where we say “I just feel down today.” Remember what those days were like. Those days, at least for me, tend to be my least productive, least fun, and most wasted days in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Now imagine those days given back to you to do over. Would you choose to be happy? To put grumpy thoughts from your mind and move on with the day? I would. At least, I would try. See, happiness may be a choice, but it’s a hard one. We’re always going to have those “down” days. It’s natural. However, we can choose to have less of them, by choosing happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5305576213937629180?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5305576213937629180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5305576213937629180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5305576213937629180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness =)'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5164361464857750202</id><published>2009-08-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:07:06.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Saturday Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's Saturday today, and I find myself thinking about spirituality and Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lately I feel I've been growing a lot spiritually. I just finished reading the book of Mark, and guess what? I learned I ACTUALLY LIKE THE BIBLE. Who new? I just never really gave it a chance. Or if I did, I soon lost interest or the discipline to keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But this time is different. I feel myself drawing nearer and nearer to God with each new revelation about his kindness and mercy. I especially enjoy reading about Jesus. To think of the huge sacrifice he made for us, and the entirely service oriented life he lived just astounds me. All for us! It blows my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't really have any deep words today. Not yet anyway. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just thoughts on a Saturday morning...&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/3256814778867667911-5164361464857750202?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5164361464857750202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-saturday-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5164361464857750202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5164361464857750202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-saturday-today.html' title='It&apos;s Saturday Today...'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1287223002152760724</id><published>2009-07-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:28:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-28-09 Thursday, Day 29 - Bozeman - Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wow! We're going home today! I'm goig to sleep in my own bed tonight. That's so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we got to sleep in again. We were staying in the gym of Mt. Ellis Academy, where Kevin went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is supposed to be about a 14 hour drive. Right now we're having an hour of silence, but with media allowed. After that's over, we're going to stop at Starbucks. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to be going home today, and yet also kinda sad. After graduation, some people are laving Heartlife forever. But I'd rather not think about that right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has been such a good experience. I can't believe it's over. I've had so much fun getting to know people, and seeing so many amazing things. I hope next year's trip will turn out just as good!&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/3256814778867667911-1287223002152760724?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1287223002152760724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-28-09-thursday-day-29-bozeman-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1287223002152760724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1287223002152760724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-28-09-thursday-day-29-bozeman-home.html' title='5-28-09 Thursday, Day 29 - Bozeman - Home'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8504835693602928118</id><published>2009-07-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:25:49.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-27-09 Wednesday, Day 28 - Yellowstone - Bozeman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yellowstone is awesome! We saw tons of Elk, Bison, Buffalo, and even a bear! The geysers were really cool as well. We learned that they are full of bacteria, and that if you fall in one, and the heat doesn't kill you, the bacteria will a few days later. Because we  make antibiotics for our 98.6 degree bodies, we don't have anything to get rid of bacteria that grows in scalding hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yellowstone, we ate at Jr.'s grandma's restaurant. She made a ton of hamburgers, and some salmon and veggie burgers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day! =)&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/3256814778867667911-8504835693602928118?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8504835693602928118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-27-09-wednesday-day-28-yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8504835693602928118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8504835693602928118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-27-09-wednesday-day-28-yellowstone.html' title='5-27-09 Wednesday, Day 28 - Yellowstone - Bozeman'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4206090763029666785</id><published>2009-07-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:22:56.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-26-09 Tuesday, Day 27 - Sioux Falls - Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Another driving day! Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the motel around 6:30, headed for Mt. Rushmore, then Yellowstone. We also stopped at Wall Drug, which I had never heard of before. Apparently it's the largest drug store int eh world. (Or something like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Rushmore was beautiful! We stopped there and made lunch - chicken, rice, and broccoli prepared by us high-schoolers - and then, after taking a scenic walk, attempted to draw or paint Mt. Rushmore. I started over so many times I ended up with just the shape of George Washington's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're supposed to get in around midnight, which will be quite interesting...&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/3256814778867667911-4206090763029666785?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4206090763029666785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-26-09-tuesday-day-27-sioux-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4206090763029666785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4206090763029666785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-26-09-tuesday-day-27-sioux-falls.html' title='5-26-09 Tuesday, Day 27 - Sioux Falls - Yellowstone'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4387234737970768824</id><published>2009-07-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:19:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-25-09 Monday, Day 26 - Chicago - South Dakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Another driving day, although this one was much more manageable. We decided to stay at a Motel 6 rather than a church basement we had planned on, because the Motel was closer to where we wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled in to the Motel in Sioux Falls around 9:00, with plenty of time to make dinner and get to bed. Kevin told me not to hep, because I've been doing a lot of work, so I got to spend some time with my parents. They were going to make a trip to a nearby Walgreens, and I got permission to go with them. At the last minute, we arranged for Matthias to come, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool to have us all hanging out, and afterward my parents took up to Taco Bell! =)&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/3256814778867667911-4387234737970768824?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4387234737970768824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-25-09-monday-day-26-chicago-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4387234737970768824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4387234737970768824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-25-09-monday-day-26-chicago-south.html' title='5-25-09 Monday, Day 26 - Chicago - South Dakota'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5174297330542691947</id><published>2009-07-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:17:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-24-09 Sunday, Day 25 - Toronto - Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;The long driving days are here again. We left the hotel this morning around 10:30, when originally we planned to leave at 9:00. The drive was supposed to be 8 or 9 hours, but with bathroom breaks and stopping to eat, it ended up being more towards 11 or 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're staying at the same place we stayed in Chicago last time, Bloomingdale Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hopefully we'll all sleep well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5174297330542691947?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5174297330542691947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-24-09-sunday-day-25-toronto-chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5174297330542691947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5174297330542691947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-24-09-sunday-day-25-toronto-chicago.html' title='5-24-09 Sunday, Day 25 - Toronto - Chicago'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7243269766827650783</id><published>2009-07-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:15:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-23-09 Saturday, Day 24 - Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today we went to Niagara Falls! It was so incredibly huge and beautiful. We took what's called a Maid of the Mist tour, which is a boat ride that goes super close to the bottom of the falls. We were each given a bright blue, plastic rain poncho, and they were definitely needed. The mist from the falls was more like rain than mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also split up in pairs to go paint. I went with Tessa, and painted a bridge right by the falls. After that, Kevin bought us dinner at Mama Mia's. It was so nice to not have to cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel pretty late, and some of us needed to do laundry. I ended up staying up til 1:30 am just to get my laundry done!&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/3256814778867667911-7243269766827650783?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7243269766827650783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-23-09-saturday-day-24-toronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7243269766827650783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7243269766827650783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-23-09-saturday-day-24-toronto.html' title='5-23-09 Saturday, Day 24 - Toronto'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5979784107424723514</id><published>2009-07-22T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:12:46.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-22-09 Friday, Day 23 - Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today we went to an amusement park called Wonderland. It had a TON of big roller-coasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a group with Tessa, Matthias, Ethan M., Bodie, and Brendan. My parents and Jack also hung out with us, which was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure our favorite ride was a huge roller-coaster called Behemoth. It went up over 200 feet, and dropped at 80 mph at a 75 degree angle. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group ended up being late to get back to the bus, because we waited in a super long line for Dairy Queen. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5979784107424723514?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5979784107424723514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-22-09-friday-day-23-toronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5979784107424723514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5979784107424723514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-22-09-friday-day-23-toronto.html' title='5-22-09 Friday, Day 23 - Toronto'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8673397716655785322</id><published>2009-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:10:03.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-21-09 Thursday, Day 22 - Quebec - Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today we left Quebec and headed for Toronto. It's about a 9 hour drive, which gives plenty of time to do homework. Tomorrow the people who don't have their homework done can't go to the largest amusement park in Canada, so I definitely want to get it all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a gorgeous rest stop along the St. Lawrence River. It was more of a beach-side park, actually, complete with paintball field, swimming dock, and (empty right now) an ice rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these little channels that flowed in between cute little houses. It looked like a cleaner, emptier version of Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into the hotel around 8:30 or so. After unloading the trailer, we made dinner in a small kitchen area they have here. (This hotel is actually on the campus of a college.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the theme park tomorrow!&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/3256814778867667911-8673397716655785322?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8673397716655785322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-21-09-thursday-day-22-quebec-toronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8673397716655785322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8673397716655785322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-21-09-thursday-day-22-quebec-toronto.html' title='5-21-09 Thursday, Day 22 - Quebec - Toronto'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4063171319514653136</id><published>2009-07-22T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:06:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-20-09 Wednesday, Day 21 - Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Woo hoo! Today we went to an awesome chocolate museum/store, and a HUGE mall! We also went to a beautiful and giant waterfall. We climbed up these stairs, and then hiked a trail that led to a bridge directly over the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy anything at the mall. I really wanted to, but I'm running low on money, even though my mom gave me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing I spend a lot of money on other people. I haven't bought that much stuff for myself. My mom gave me $20 more, making me promise to only spend it on me. I love her! =)&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/3256814778867667911-4063171319514653136?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4063171319514653136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-20-09-wednesday-day-21-quebec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4063171319514653136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4063171319514653136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-20-09-wednesday-day-21-quebec.html' title='5-20-09 Wednesday, Day 21 - Quebec'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-266405069281189542</id><published>2009-07-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:03:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-19-09 Tuesday, Day 20 - Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today we split into groups and explored Old Town, Quebec. I love the beautiful, quaint village atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Poor Skyler was the only guy in our group, so he got dragged around into all sorts of clothing and accessory stores. He must be used to it with Karly, because he was a really good sport about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We also went into a beautiful Catholic church. I bought and lit a candle for my great grandma, and my friend Kevin, both of whom passed this last year. I really felt it was a meaningful thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-266405069281189542?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/266405069281189542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-19-09-tuesday-day-20-quebec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/266405069281189542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/266405069281189542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-19-09-tuesday-day-20-quebec.html' title='5-19-09 Tuesday, Day 20 - Quebec'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1005216912554469914</id><published>2009-07-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:01:26.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-18-09 Monday, Day 19 - Boston - Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today we left for Quebec! I wonder how speaking French will go. Another exiting thing is that my parents and Jack come tonight!! I'm looking forward to that, but at the same time I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat worried that my parents won't think I'm doing well. What I mean is I'm worried that they will think I"m not living up to what they expect from me. What Kevin and my parents expect from me is so different; I think  it will be hard to live up to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these worries, I do still know it will turn out good! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-1005216912554469914?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1005216912554469914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-18-09-monday-day-19-boston-quebec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1005216912554469914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1005216912554469914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-18-09-monday-day-19-boston-quebec.html' title='5-18-09 Monday, Day 19 - Boston - Quebec'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8900627701634256856</id><published>2009-07-22T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:57:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-17-09 Sunday, Day 18 - Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today we have the option of going with the adults around Boston, or staying at the school and doing homework. Most of us chose to stay and do homework. It feels great to be all caught up finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the school is making up an extra snow day from 9-1. They're all in the gym, which is where we are staying. So at the moment, we're all sitting in two classrooms. I'm in one with a TV, and the movie Holes is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to have some relaxing days. Even still, we're all pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the trip improved so much. I was really worried for a while. There are still some hard times, but they're much easier to handle now that there's so much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for my parents and Jack to some tomorrow. I miss Jack so much! I talked to him last night; he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to giving them all their presents. They're not that thrilling, but I think my family will appreciate them. =)&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/3256814778867667911-8900627701634256856?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8900627701634256856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-17-09-sunday-day-18-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8900627701634256856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8900627701634256856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-17-09-sunday-day-18-boston.html' title='5-17-09 Sunday, Day 18 - Boston'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-9012191685033798289</id><published>2009-05-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:55:33.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-16-09 Saturday Day 17 - Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today was a tiring, but good day. We walked the Freedom Trail. We were so tired that it was hard to be interested in what we were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Old North church was beautiful. At one point, my group - all the high-schoolers - stopped at Starbucks. In the courtyard outside, there was this loud techno music playing, and people dancing. Brendan and Matthias joked that it was an Apocalyptic Rave, and they were offering human sacrifices. I kinda doubt that... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get back and rest that night. I think tomorrow we're going to stay and work on homework.&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/3256814778867667911-9012191685033798289?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/9012191685033798289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-16-09-saturday-day-17-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9012191685033798289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9012191685033798289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-16-09-saturday-day-17-boston.html' title='5-16-09 Saturday Day 17 - Boston'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-3164042368129679630</id><published>2009-05-17T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:46:55.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-15-09 Friday Day 16 - Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a very relaxing day. We ended up not doing any sightseeing, which was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Y to take showers, and then did laundry at a laundromat. That was good, because pretty much my whole suitcase was full of dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate pizza at a nearby place. It was pretty good, but also very greasy; so greasy, it kinda felt like drinking it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to Costco to do food shopping in our new groups - high school-ers in one, 8th graders in another, and 6th and 7th graders in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good, relaxing day!! =)&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/3256814778867667911-3164042368129679630?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/3164042368129679630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-15-09-friday-day-16-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3164042368129679630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3164042368129679630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-15-09-friday-day-16-boston.html' title='5-15-09 Friday Day 16 - Boston'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-6412145018120979056</id><published>2009-05-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:43:47.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-14-09 Thursday Day 15 - New York - Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we left New York. =( I'm excited for what's coming, but sad to leave New York behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through Old Sturbridge Village on our way. Honestly, I wasn't that thrilled about it when we drove up, but it ended up being really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village was very beautiful, and reminded me of the movie The Village. I bought a few things for my dad and Jack there in the gift shop. I can't wait to see them on Monday!!&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/3256814778867667911-6412145018120979056?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6412145018120979056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-14-09-thursday-day-15-new-york-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6412145018120979056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6412145018120979056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-14-09-thursday-day-15-new-york-boston.html' title='5-14-09 Thursday Day 15 - New York - Boston'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1718534115621985043</id><published>2009-05-13T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:41:52.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wrote this poem while sitting in the windowsill of our 11th floor hotel room, in Queens, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Find peace&lt;/span&gt; in the chaos&lt;br /&gt;In the loud, busy city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Find rest&lt;/span&gt; in the noise&lt;br /&gt;Of the city that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun glistens&lt;br /&gt;Off cars and tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find peace&lt;/span&gt; in your own mind&lt;br /&gt;Become one with your surroundings&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/3256814778867667911-1718534115621985043?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1718534115621985043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace-in-chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1718534115621985043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1718534115621985043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace-in-chaos.html' title='Peace in the Chaos'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4345612943491952102</id><published>2009-05-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:39:41.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still'/><title type='text'>5-13-09 Wednesday Day 14 - New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still loving it here! Not sure I'd want to live here - at least not forever - but it is a seriously cool city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm sitting in the window seat of our hotel room, on the 11th floor. The window is slightly open, and I'm listening to the sounds of a busy city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everybody's got a place to be here, something to do. It's no wonder they call it the city that never sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that we're leaving tomorrow. I'm excited for Boston, but I'll miss it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to another attempt to graffiti that wall tonight! It will be sad though, to, because Paul left this morning. Kristie, A.C., Matthias, and I will take plenty of pictures, though. =]&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/3256814778867667911-4345612943491952102?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4345612943491952102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-13-09-wednesday-day-14-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4345612943491952102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4345612943491952102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-13-09-wednesday-day-14-new-york.html' title='5-13-09 Wednesday Day 14 - New York'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7545926948351348215</id><published>2009-05-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:37:12.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-12-09 Tuesday Day 13 - New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still just LOVE New York! Today there was confusion with groups, as some adults didn't want to split up. A.C., Matthias, and I went with Paul, J.J., Ally, Caden, and Tienna, to help look out for the younger kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were helpful, and ended up going to places like American Girl, Build A Bear, and M &amp;amp; M's World, Kevin gave us a special privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this giant building, where the owner lets people do graffiti. It's the only legal place in New York. Paul suggested painting something, and of course A.C., Matthias, and I wanted to. Kristie Walter also wanted to come. Kevin gave us permission, as long as we checked that it was legal, and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, late at night, Paul, Kristie, Matthias, A.C., and I were driving around New York, looking for this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... we asked a cop, and it turns out you have to get the owner's permission first. So, we're going to try again tomorrow. It was still a fun adventure!!&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/3256814778867667911-7545926948351348215?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7545926948351348215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-12-09-tuesday-day-13-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7545926948351348215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7545926948351348215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-12-09-tuesday-day-13-new-york.html' title='5-12-09 Tuesday Day 13 - New York'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-545873469382109858</id><published>2009-05-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:30:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-11-09 Monday Day 12 - New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;3 New York!! Today I was in a group with Tessa, Bodie, Sam, Matthias, and Nathan. Justin and Shannon were our adults, and Ally came along as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin gave us $100 to spend on educational experiences you can't get anywhere else, to spend over the course of the 3 days we'll be here. We spent almost all of ours already. We went to the top of the Rockefeller Building, and also saw The Phantom of the Opera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really enjoyed taking a tour of Central Park in a horse-drawn carriage. Our driver had been a driver for a Sprint commercial, which I thought was cool. He was super nice, and knew a ton about the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SUPER fun, and I can't wait until tomorrow!&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/3256814778867667911-545873469382109858?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/545873469382109858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-11-09-monday-day-12-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/545873469382109858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/545873469382109858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-11-09-monday-day-12-new-york.html' title='5-11-09 Monday Day 12 - New York'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5840332851491943080</id><published>2009-05-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:30:50.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-10-09 Sunday Day 11 - D.C. - New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we're heading to New York!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had a final tour of the ship - even sleeping on it, we didn't see the whole thing. We then walked to Starbucks, and set off for New York!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Costco, (or is it Cosco?) where the adults did the food shopping this time. We also got to eat pizza there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo is having a really hard time wither her peripheral vertigo; she's super dizzy right now. I hope she gets better soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY, MOM!!! &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5840332851491943080?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5840332851491943080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-10-09-sunday-day-11-dc-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5840332851491943080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5840332851491943080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-10-09-sunday-day-11-dc-new-york.html' title='5-10-09 Sunday Day 11 - D.C. - New York'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4662415431722612980</id><published>2009-05-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:41:48.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-9-09 Saturday Day 10 - D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we got a tour of the Capitol Building. The tour was rather disappointing, but the building was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Library of Congress. It was also beautiful, but I wish we could have actually seen the books. We then split off into groups to eat lunch at Union Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we spent an hour in the same groups doing what we wanted to in that area. We then walked down to a grassy area called The Mall, in between the Washington Monument and the Capitol. Some people rested, and some played games. We then rode the metro back to the ship and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was really tired, but it was a REALLY fun day!!&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-4662415431722612980?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4662415431722612980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-9-09-saturday-day-10-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4662415431722612980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4662415431722612980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-9-09-saturday-day-10-dc.html' title='5-9-09 Saturday Day 10 - D.C.'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8741481226145757483</id><published>2009-05-12T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:39:22.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-8-09 Friday Day 9 - D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we broke off into groups to explore D.C. I was in a group with Bodie, Brendan, Matthias, and Emily. We didn't actually do much; we were so tired, walking a foot felt like a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Smithsonian Art Institute, which had BEAUTIFUL art. We also went to the Air and Space Museum. The only thing we did there was ride a flight simulator. It was awesome! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the evening, we arrived at the Display Ship Barry, (Berry?) where we'll sleep for the next two nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-8741481226145757483?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8741481226145757483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-8-09-friday-day-9-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8741481226145757483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8741481226145757483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-8-09-friday-day-9-dc.html' title='5-8-09 Friday Day 9 - D.C.'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8591586245537300550</id><published>2009-05-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:37:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-7-09 Thursday Day 8 - D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! Today was a good day! We went to the cemetery where J.F.K. and The Unknown Soldiers are buried. I love the beauty and reverence of graveyards. Some thing they're gloomy and spooky; I think they have a certain haunting, eerie beauty about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorow. I'm exploring D.C. with Emily, Matthias, Brendan, and Bodie. (And whatever adult chooses to be with us.) I'm happy with the way things are going!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-8591586245537300550?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8591586245537300550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-7-09-thursday-day-8-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8591586245537300550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8591586245537300550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-7-09-thursday-day-8-dc.html' title='5-7-09 Thursday Day 8 - D.C.'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1380463915672951037</id><published>2009-05-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:30:21.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-6-09 Wednesday Day 7 - Driving and D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today started off badly. Go figure. I feel bad that so many of these posts are negative - we just haven't got into the groove yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, I'm ready for this trip to be over. I've had lots of conversations with my parents via phone, and it's really helpful to know that they're supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're heading to D.C. I have even more homework from Language Arts class I have to get done. I feel like I'm overflowing with stress at the moment. The way things are going feels...unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm sorry my posts are negative. I'm actually going back and editing the raw, rough, and real stuff from my actual journal as I post it. I do think it's important to document the hard times, as well as the good. I'm confident there will be happier posts coming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-1380463915672951037?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1380463915672951037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-6-09-wednesday-driving-and-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1380463915672951037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1380463915672951037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-6-09-wednesday-driving-and-dc.html' title='5-6-09 Wednesday Day 7 - Driving and D.C.'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7204500403567561396</id><published>2009-05-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:32:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-5-09 Tuesday Day 6 - Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we went exploring Philadelphia! I was in a group with A.C., Katarina, and Blake. Justin was our adult for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, and the Cemetery where Benjamin Franklin is buried. We also say many historical buildings; I took a lot of awesome pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we had had a really good day; then the evening hit. It was a really rough evening, and I'm in the process of recovering. A few people ended up actually going to the hospital; one girl was having horrible stomach pain. She's fine, but we wanted to make sure it wasn't something serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to some better sleep tomorrow night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-7204500403567561396?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7204500403567561396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-5-09-tuesday-day-6-philadelphia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7204500403567561396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7204500403567561396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-5-09-tuesday-day-6-philadelphia.html' title='5-5-09 Tuesday Day 6 - Philadelphia'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-2381372785312528769</id><published>2009-05-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:25:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-4-09 Monday Day 5 - Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's amazing what a few solid hours of sleep can do! I'm still exhausted, especially after leaving at five, but I'm much more rested than I was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we drove through Chicago during the sunrise. It was SO BEAUTIFUL! I was glad I was able to stay awake for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're driving through Indiana. We just stopped to make breakfast, and we're currently having an hour of homework time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a gorgeous day today!! The sky is blue, and the sun is out finally. Yay sun!&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/3256814778867667911-2381372785312528769?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/2381372785312528769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-4-09-monday-day-5-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2381372785312528769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2381372785312528769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-4-09-monday-day-5-driving.html' title='5-4-09 Monday Day 5 - Driving'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5823378629829317729</id><published>2009-05-07T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:23:07.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-3-09 Sunday Day 4 - Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The days are getting steadily longer and harder. There's increasing stress and tension as we get more and more sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally did something other than drive today, which was awesome. =] We played Ultimate Frisbee with a youth group of the church we're staying at. They didn't play very well, and 98% of the girls on their team stood around talking about boys, but it was still really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're going to have Character Class and I have a feeling it will be hard and emotional. Wish us luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5823378629829317729?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5823378629829317729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-3-09-sunday-day-4-chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5823378629829317729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5823378629829317729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-3-09-sunday-day-4-chicago.html' title='5-3-09 Sunday Day 4 - Chicago'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5682639223355658790</id><published>2009-05-07T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:20:47.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-2-09 Saturday Day 3 - Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am VERY tired today. I have more homework to get done before we arrive in Chicago, but I really need to get some rest. I'm trying hard not to get grumpy, but anyone who knows me knows this is a bit of a struggle... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Taco Bell last night. I'm not generally a huge fan, but it was spectacular to eat anything we didn't cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we ate at some family of Lo and Claire's. They made a quiche thing with coffee cake and orange juice. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're driving and having a discussion about things that are important to us. I think I'll go take part in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-5682639223355658790?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5682639223355658790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-2-09-saturday-day-3-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5682639223355658790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5682639223355658790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-2-09-saturday-day-3-driving.html' title='5-2-09 Saturday Day 3 - Driving'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-6191459011656474638</id><published>2009-05-07T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:18:00.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-1-09 Friday Day 2 - Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far today has been going pretty well. I have a sore throat - of course - and feel a bit feverish as well. I've been struggling some with the way leadership is working out. It's rather stressful, but I know it will improve as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been more difficult, but I know tomorrow will be better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-6191459011656474638?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6191459011656474638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-1-09-friday-day-2-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6191459011656474638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6191459011656474638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-1-09-friday-day-2-driving.html' title='5-1-09 Friday Day 2 - Driving'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7912170536482968596</id><published>2009-05-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:16:45.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-30-09 Thursday - Day 1 - Taking Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! Today finally came. I will miss my family, though. I did cry a bit this morning. I wasn't as emotional leaving last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving through the Gorge right now. I love the beautiful sights out the window! We should just hang out in Oregon today, it's plenty gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, today has been going well. I'm pretty tired, but there's plenty of time to sleep on the bus. I'm actually riding in the smaller van today. I struggle with getting claustrophobic with so many people in the huge bus. At the nest stop we have to get some Language Arts homework from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the days to come!! I'll keep you all posted! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-7912170536482968596?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7912170536482968596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-30-09-thursday-1st-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7912170536482968596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7912170536482968596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-30-09-thursday-1st-day.html' title='4-30-09 Thursday - Day 1 - Taking Off!'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-9061915662317473704</id><published>2009-04-28T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:57:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going On A Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The home-school co-op I attend, Heartlife Imagineering is going on a month long Road Trip! We leave in two days, and the fact that we actually ARE LEAVING is finally sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I am expecting to have an awesome and exciting learning experience! I am fully prepared for it to be hard,  just as last year's was. I also know that I will come out of the trip closer to people I wouldn't necessarily expect to be close to. Through all the growth that will take place, I am also expecting to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I admit I am a bit nervous; there are so many people going, it can easily get stressful and chaotic. However, I know that it will end up being a good opportunity to learn to deal with rough situations in a "best self" kind of way, while having a great time. I am definitely looking forward to the trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-9061915662317473704?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/9061915662317473704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-on-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9061915662317473704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/9061915662317473704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-on-road-trip.html' title='I&apos;m Going On A Road Trip!!'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-3084667511411736707</id><published>2009-03-11T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:30:57.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is What It Seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Many thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;None of them helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;To what I’m trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Many feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;None of them clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m tired of being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Many bad things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So many good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;What it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;The world’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Overflowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;With contradictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Is what it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-3084667511411736707?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-6630219121202244528</id><published>2009-03-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:58:15.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cool breeze on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;A soft whisper in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in perfect quietude&lt;br /&gt;And wish with all my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is my companion&lt;br /&gt;As my dreams wander afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer frightened as&lt;br /&gt;I whisper secrets to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the stars they tell no secrets&lt;br /&gt;Though they know them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just sit and watch the world go by&lt;br /&gt;‘Til it’s their turn to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s my time to leave this world&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope I might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the twinkling chorus up high&lt;br /&gt;And hear the secrets of the night&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/3256814778867667911-6630219121202244528?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6630219121202244528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/secrets-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6630219121202244528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6630219121202244528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/secrets-of-night.html' title='Secrets Of The Night'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-3460389275420173102</id><published>2009-03-09T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:52:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Too Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early to bed&lt;br /&gt;And early to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May put the glow of ambition&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But early to judge&lt;br /&gt;And early to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might as well&lt;br /&gt;Have slept in late&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/3256814778867667911-3460389275420173102?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/3460389275420173102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-be-too-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3460389275420173102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3460389275420173102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-be-too-early.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Too Early'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-2207399667738607390</id><published>2009-03-09T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:39:54.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must learn to love myself&lt;br /&gt;And be my own best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate and value me&lt;br /&gt;Until the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For self loathing is destructive&lt;br /&gt;And causes only pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While self love is the key&lt;br /&gt;To never-ending gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if I cannot love myself&lt;br /&gt;How can I love another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I cannot love another&lt;br /&gt;How can another love me?&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/3256814778867667911-2207399667738607390?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/2207399667738607390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-own-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 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You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for&lt;br /&gt;Doubting Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have trouble seeing&lt;br /&gt;Why you would ever love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I&lt;br /&gt;Know you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-6254588518638340221?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6254588518638340221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-hear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6254588518638340221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6254588518638340221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-hear-you.html' title='I Cannot Hear You'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8539346182099330091</id><published>2009-03-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:49:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Advice and second opinions are rarely sought with integrity; they are usually turned down until the one person who agrees with us is pronounced a genius.&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/3256814778867667911-8539346182099330091?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-5178104313072944288</id><published>2009-03-08T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:38:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SbRzB9UKWlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9C1wP-9nPRo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SbRzB9UKWlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9C1wP-9nPRo/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310996338052848210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyes full of stories&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight at mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of light&lt;br /&gt;Look deep into my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of hope&lt;br /&gt;Brighten my darker days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Glass orbs of all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of love&lt;br /&gt;Reserved only for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-5178104313072944288?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/5178104313072944288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5178104313072944288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/5178104313072944288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/03/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SbRzB9UKWlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9C1wP-9nPRo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7437217183723614615</id><published>2009-02-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:36:39.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blank pages staring up at you&lt;br /&gt;An emptiness brimming with possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken thoughts fighting to break loose&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with undiscovered ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten words rising before you&lt;br /&gt;Rich with potential eloquence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick up your pen and write&lt;br /&gt;Conquering inspiration's absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-7437217183723614615?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7437217183723614615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank-pages.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7437217183723614615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7437217183723614615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank-pages.html' title='Blank Pages'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-630626603506557946</id><published>2009-02-21T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:26:56.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some do art with paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some do art with ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I prefer to do my art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the complex medium of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me weave an image for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me use words to capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The magic of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That no one can explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me use words to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You feel the joy, the love, and even the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those things we feel everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But rarely do express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Become the pigments which color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These pictures of words I paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come experience the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weight, the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of even the tiniest word&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/3256814778867667911-630626603506557946?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/630626603506557946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-paintings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/630626603506557946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/630626603506557946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-paintings.html' title='Word Paintings'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-6985003237015391249</id><published>2009-02-21T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:46:11.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure and Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been tested over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I passed so many times&lt;br /&gt;Only to look back and find&lt;br /&gt;I had failed in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all have to fail&lt;br /&gt;A time or two&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes success so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you have good reason to say&lt;br /&gt;That was hard as hell&lt;br /&gt;But hell wasn't too hard for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-6985003237015391249?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6985003237015391249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure-and-success.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6985003237015391249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6985003237015391249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure-and-success.html' title='Failure and Success'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4021576124364067224</id><published>2009-02-17T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:30:33.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shadows, violet and deep, skulk up to surround me. A whisper, cold and lonely, tugs at my dampened hair. A light, ethereal in the chaos, illuminates a tree. Then darkness, black and stifling, engulfs the lonesome tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run, my gown dripping, into the darkened night. I scream, my eyes not seeing, a single familiar sight. I fall, my hands are bleeding, I cannot find the way. I wish, oh so fervently, for someone to hear my cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand, strong and sturdy, grasps my shaking arm. Eyes, clear and determined, penetrate my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run, racing nature, to hearth, to home, to light. We fly, soaring above, the confusion and the rain. My heart, just so frightened, is now so full of joy. This moment, just the one, was worth this midnight storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-4021576124364067224?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4021576124364067224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4021576124364067224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4021576124364067224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Midnight Storms'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1100199136614299878</id><published>2009-02-17T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:51:58.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Is Bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sun is bright&lt;br /&gt;The clouds have gone&lt;br /&gt;To haunt another soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is light&lt;br /&gt;The pain recedes&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing to console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-1100199136614299878?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1100199136614299878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-is-bright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1100199136614299878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1100199136614299878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-is-bright.html' title='The Sun Is Bright'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-4656749497452414198</id><published>2009-02-17T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:52:10.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wrote this for a Language Arts class a while ago. The assignment was to use long and short sentences to create palpable tension. I know it's rather dark, but I liked it. Here it is:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Aching. Running. I can feel my pulse hammering through my body, hear my thoughts extinguished by the exhaustion that overwhelms my senses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    There it is again. That sound, that terrible sound, worse than anything I’ve ever heard before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Silence. Crushing, penetrating silence. And then it comes again, that piercing, wrenching scream, tearing me away from everything I’ve ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    With a start, I realize that I am the one screaming. I listen, so helplessly listen, and my weight becomes too much of a burden. I fall to the cold, forest floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Darkness, blacker than ink surrounds me. I am falling.&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/3256814778867667911-4656749497452414198?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/4656749497452414198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4656749497452414198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/4656749497452414198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-6071666175686357900</id><published>2009-02-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:34:24.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinner</title><content type='html'>I did a certain thing today&lt;br /&gt;That some might call a sin.&lt;br /&gt;But no amount of anything&lt;br /&gt;Could make me undo that&lt;br /&gt;Certain thing I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I've done be called a sin&lt;br /&gt;Then sinner so call me.&lt;br /&gt;If what I've done be called a sin&lt;br /&gt;Then sinner must I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my heart&lt;br /&gt;It leapt with joy&lt;br /&gt;A joy that is so scarce&lt;br /&gt;And I felt as though&lt;br /&gt;The sky itself&lt;br /&gt;Were not too high for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I've done be called a sin&lt;br /&gt;Then sinner shall I be.&lt;br /&gt;If what I've done be called a sin&lt;br /&gt;Then sinner so I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makenzie Jean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-6071666175686357900?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/6071666175686357900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6071666175686357900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/6071666175686357900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinner.html' title='Sinner'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-2195439418847311929</id><published>2009-02-06T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:47:29.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than You Think You Can Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life rolls on so quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not glancing back at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ones it leaves behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How, then, does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I’m moving so slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m gonna be left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Special becomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Than a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To describe something so out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you think you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flowers wilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Water dries up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun sets on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beauty is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the sea of disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passion for living is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won’t let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you think you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-2195439418847311929?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/2195439418847311929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-than-you-think-you-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2195439418847311929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/2195439418847311929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-than-you-think-you-can-be.html' title='More Than You Think You Can Be'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7139043133923686921</id><published>2009-02-06T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:44:43.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Humanity has the tendency to hide their deepest feelings behind layers of lies, deception, and darkness.&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/3256814778867667911-7139043133923686921?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7139043133923686921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/layers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7139043133923686921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7139043133923686921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2009/02/layers.html' title='Layers...'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7795191194741245382</id><published>2008-12-18T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:23:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been going along through life, when suddenly it's brought to your attention how painfully fragile our existence is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy I went to school with from 1st grade to 6th grade recently was killed in an ATV accident on his parents' Christmas tree farm. He had just turned 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll stop you in your tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a hard time understanding it. Of course, who ever understands death and it's implications on life? Nobody, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother, someone I knew just a little, is on Facebook. He wrote a poem, and tagged Kevin in it. Curious, I checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the greatest poems I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it wasn't a "good" poem. That's what I liked about it. It was raw. It was overflowing with incorrect grammar and punctuation. It was heartfelt, sincere, and completely disjointed. It was no fluff around the edges, no frilly nonsense, hardcore, unabridged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it was so great. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter that most of the words didn't rhyme, or that it wasn't "nice" and "gentle." It was gut wrenching, it had bad language, it was dark. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death happens. Nobody understands why. Nobody understands why the people who die are no longer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't last. Only the things we leave behind. Only the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-7795191194741245382?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7795191194741245382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7795191194741245382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7795191194741245382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-3961053640956070777</id><published>2008-12-17T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:42:24.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we believe that God has a unique plan for all of us, we become free to show the world our true selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    What we believe to be true will shape our thoughts,  which gives birth to our actions, which forms our character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We should surround ourselves with people who care deeply about us, and who will hold us accountable to being our best selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-3961053640956070777?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/3961053640956070777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3961053640956070777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3961053640956070777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day...'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-7643214567861731201</id><published>2008-12-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:36:56.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wow...I haven't posted anything in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this weather. It's so cozy. Right now, all my siblings and I are home from school, and neither of my parents are working. I'm sitting by our Christmas tree, listening to KT Tunstall and watching the snow fall...This is what December should be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are downfalls to the heavy snow we're getting. Not being able to get to work with the economy the way it is isn't the greatest. People can also get hurt while trying to brave the harsh weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, though, I think I'll just push that from my mind and enjoy the snow...&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/3256814778867667911-7643214567861731201?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/7643214567861731201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7643214567861731201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/7643214567861731201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-1504062158372152923</id><published>2008-09-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:55:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOLWXjF8kgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sM3s7fWeNq4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOLWXjF8kgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sM3s7fWeNq4/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251995815512936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lately I've been focusing more on Circle 1 time (time spent alone in community with God.) I've really felt the benefit of this in my daily life. I usually just listen to this one song that has a particular meaning to me, and just say that as a prayer to God. I'll also scroll randomly through my music on my computer, and stop when I feel like I should. Sometimes the song that I land on has meaning at the time, or turns out to be a really spiritual moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I was little, I used to "dance with God." I didn't really call it that, but that's basically what it was. I would just start dancing to music, and completely let go. I remember finding this extremely freeing, and I have great memories of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Soon, though this started to be "embarrassing." People would find me, and then want to watch me. This was intimidating, and I soon stopped dancing with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Recently, in doing more Circle 1, I've felt the urge to dance again. I mean, I dance still, and sometimes even in front of people. It's just the dancing from my heart that I don't like people seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I finally got up the guts to. I was alone in my room, and it was late at night. I was about to start listening to the usual song. (Everything, by Lifehouse.)I decided I'd get up and light candles, and sit on the floor. I just felt like I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love candles, and frequently have them burning, so this wasn't very strange feeling to me at all. So, I got on the floor, and started my Circle 1 time. I listened to a few other songs-ones that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; I should-and then scrolled through to Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song came on, at first I just did what I had been doing. But the urge to dance was stronger. Finally, I just went for it. I haven't danced like that in years. It felt great to just let go of myself. Even though nobody could see me, it's a step to being back to where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-1504062158372152923?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/1504062158372152923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancing-with-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1504062158372152923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/1504062158372152923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancing-with-god.html' title='Dancing With God'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOLWXjF8kgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sM3s7fWeNq4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-3770420936063430542</id><published>2008-09-29T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:25:58.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Have you ever noticed how evil squirrels are? They just sit up in trees and mock us. They really enjoy mocking my dog, Barkley. He's a little Cockapoo, a Cockerspaniel and a Poodle mix. He's pretty small, but he thinks he's bigger than he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The squirrels sit in the top of trees and shake their tales, and Barkley will sit there for ever barking. I'm on Barkley's side, even though the barking is annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, today, it happened again. This time I could clearly see the squirrel from where I was sitting in the dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; There was a football on the porch so... I decided I was tired of evil squirrels. I threw the football twice, and hit it both times. It left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope that's not animal abuse. I love animals but...squirrels deserve it. Ask anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3256814778867667911-3770420936063430542?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/3770420936063430542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-squirell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3770420936063430542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/3770420936063430542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-squirell.html' title='Goodbye Squirrel'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8419816106839838406</id><published>2008-09-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:57:56.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Random Thoughts of A Confused Teenager:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is confusing. That’s a fact that you are probably quite familiar with, but if not, you should take so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;consider it. I’m sure you’ll find it fits. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I think I speak for all teenagers when I say that life seems to be particularly confusing in thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s stage. You can say we’re just overly dramatic, and have no idea how hard it is to be an adult, and you’re right. We can be way overly dramatic, and we don’t know what it’s like to be an adult. But I think some people just need to be reminded what it’s like to be a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For instance, the common stereotypes and classifications used on teenagers; some by teenagers, some by adults. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    The human mind likes to classify things. I have learned this from observing, and just thinking about my own brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It makes it easier to think about things if they’re all in their own little group. Classifications can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like the closet organizers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of our brains. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    We classify everything. From types of music, animals, shoes, buttons, clothes, hair-types, cars, books, and whatever else you can think of. Everything has it’s own special spot. To me that doesn’t seem to be a problem. When it starts getting messy, though, is when people are thrown into that mix. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    There are many problems with classifying people. One big problem is that people have so much depth to them. We’re constantly surprising each other, and even ourselves. I th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ink you could live with someone for all your life, and you’d still be surprised by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;them sometimes. Unless that person is quite boring, and they’re life is compact enough to fit into their mandatory-to-have-at-all-times organizers. But there aren’t too many people like that, so I’ll continue with my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, if people are always changing, how can they fit into just one stereotype? I’ve never known what I would be classified as. Am I a nerd? Prep? Jock? Besides, who are we to tell people who they are? What If J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oe, the jock, really loved chess, but everyone t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;old him he was no good at chess, and should stick to football? Why is that their decision? Why is it our decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What are we thinking? Why are we still so convinced it’s our job to tell people who they are? Why can’t people just do what they want to do, be who they want to be, and just live their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because people are control freaks. We all are. Like I said, we like to have everything have it’s own spot, be organized, safe, happy, and complete. But wouldn’t it be safer, happier, and more complete if there was room for growth and change?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m reading this amazing book called Velvet Elvis. It’s about the Christian faith, and right now I’m reading about how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the doctrines and beliefs often get in the way of the big picture. He’s using this really awesome analogy about a brick wall and a trampoline. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the doctrines and beliefs of religion get in the way of the actual point of our religion, they’re becoming a wall. A brick wall, where every littl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e piece of information we believe to be true, every little foundation we’ve built up in our minds has it’s own spot. But if one of those bricks moves, or grows, the whole wall comes crashing down. So basically, the carefully built faith was really just a bunch of tools that were in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOElOdXdnhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2iE_eMHg84I/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOElOdXdnhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2iE_eMHg84I/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519570822143506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whatever your beliefs or religious views are, you probab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ly have some idea of a bigger picture, a larger than just us presence of some sort. You may not. But if you do, you’ll know it’s very hard to understand that presence, God, or whatever you believe. You may have a bunch of beliefs, doctrines, or opinions that help you to understand this larger presence. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;f we use these beliefs as they’re meant to be used, it beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mes more of a trampoline, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;these core values and beliefs as the springs, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; doesn’t it become easier to jump? We have a somewhat clearer view on what it is that we’re believing in, and we understand it just a bit more. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    What if these classifications and stereotypes were just the springs to how we think of people? What if we used them as ways to try to understand people, but it wasn’t set in stone, like the wall. Springs move, bend, and expand, just like people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But the person is not the st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOEmOy9rlHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/G5-0sYu7j6E/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOEmOy9rlHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/G5-0sYu7j6E/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251520676131214450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ereotype, just as the trampoline is not the spring. The classification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; is just an easier way for us to understand people, but it does not define them, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oes not put prejudices against them. It just helps us understand how they jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-8419816106839838406?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8419816106839838406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8419816106839838406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8419816106839838406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/SOElOdXdnhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2iE_eMHg84I/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256814778867667911.post-8277398978802329829</id><published>2008-09-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:20:16.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sundays are weird to me. I don't know why. They always have this feeling about them, that's hard to explain. They always seem to pass in a dream. Maybe it's because I'm so zoned out doing homework. But even still, they just have this wakeful sleepiness to them. Or a sleepy wakefulness. Choose which one works best for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256814778867667911-8277398978802329829?l=theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/feeds/8277398978802329829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8277398978802329829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256814778867667911/posts/default/8277398978802329829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldaccordingtomak.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Mak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593751351846592888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APLf8KVC2LQ/TIgIBBNVIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/06ElR5PJzgU/S220/Picture+4.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
