<?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-72555783240616670</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:44:52.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deborah's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-8758650110748265771</id><published>2007-09-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:40:30.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things you should do...</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational   skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX.. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "God bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-8758650110748265771?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8758650110748265771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=8758650110748265771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/8758650110748265771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/8758650110748265771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/20-things-you-should-do.html' title='20 things you should do...'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-9111842488598401843</id><published>2007-09-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:28:29.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchin storie...</title><content type='html'>Girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down, I'm scared. Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No it's not. Please it's too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine I love you. Slow down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl hugs him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself?It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only 1 had survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love any one this much...let them know...before its too &lt;br /&gt;late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you 4 ever.....and always 2 the end....i cant live without ya.....b-cuz ur my friend.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-9111842488598401843?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9111842488598401843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=9111842488598401843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/9111842488598401843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/9111842488598401843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/touchin-storie.html' title='Touchin storie...'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-883368244612047936</id><published>2007-07-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:22:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try it</title><content type='html'>Enjoy this exercise...&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny that it will boggle your mind. And you &lt;br /&gt;will keep trying at least 50 more times to see if you can outsmart&lt;br /&gt;your foot, but you can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and &lt;br /&gt;make   clockwise circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right &lt;br /&gt;hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your foot will change direction. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I told you so .........And there's nothing you can do about it Make &lt;br /&gt;sure you pass this on to your friends...they won't be able to&lt;br /&gt;believe it either!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-883368244612047936?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/883368244612047936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=883368244612047936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/883368244612047936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/883368244612047936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/try-it.html' title='Try it'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-6993884808077188184</id><published>2007-07-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:52:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-6993884808077188184?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6993884808077188184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=6993884808077188184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/6993884808077188184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/6993884808077188184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-read-this.html' title='Can you read this???'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-5175145851399535834</id><published>2007-06-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:21:41.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets u need to know....</title><content type='html'>There are few things which perhaps we didn't knew, like......&lt;br /&gt;1. Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;2. The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;3.The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;4. The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;5. There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;6. TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Women blink nearly twice as much as men!&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;9. It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;10. People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;11. It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;12. The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood&lt;br /&gt;vessel in your head or neck and die.&lt;br /&gt;14. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents great king from history.&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Clubs - Alexander the Great,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;15. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;16. If a statue of a person in the park on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air,the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has a all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers and laser printers all have in common? Ans. - All invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;18. Question - This is the only food that doesn't spoil. What is this? Ans. - Honey&lt;br /&gt;19. A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;20. A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;21. All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;22. American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in&lt;br /&gt;first-class.&lt;br /&gt;23. Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;24.Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;25.In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;26. On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;27. Shakespeare invented the word 'assassination' and 'bump'.&lt;br /&gt;28. Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;29. The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;30. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;31. The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;32. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants.&lt;br /&gt;33. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;34. The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;36. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different&lt;br /&gt;37. And finally 99% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-5175145851399535834?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5175145851399535834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=5175145851399535834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/5175145851399535834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/5175145851399535834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/secrets-u-need-to-know.html' title='Secrets u need to know....'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-7502955782262425990</id><published>2007-05-28T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:22:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words a guy never say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SAY THIS SLOWLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Jesus---------------I----------------&gt; &gt; &gt; REALIZE-------------------I&gt; &gt; &gt; ----------------------AM---------------&gt; &gt; &gt; -------A------------------------SINNER&gt; &gt; &gt; -----------------------I   REPENT -------&gt; &gt; &gt; -----------FOR-----------------MY------&gt; &gt; &gt; ------------SINS----------------------&gt; &gt; &gt; FORGIVE--------------------ME----------&gt; &gt; &gt; -----------I---------------------&gt; &gt; &gt; Love------------------------You--------&gt; &gt; &gt; -------------and----&gt; &gt; &gt; I---------------------Need-------------&gt; &gt; &gt; ---------You----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-7502955782262425990?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7502955782262425990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=7502955782262425990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/7502955782262425990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/7502955782262425990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/words-guy-never-say.html' title='words a guy never say'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-2394243773024234832</id><published>2007-05-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:12:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; And i hope u know thats true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; No matter what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I will stand by u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I will be there for u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; When ever u need me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; To lend a hand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; To do a good deed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; So call on me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I will always be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Even to the bitter end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-2394243773024234832?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2394243773024234832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=2394243773024234832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/2394243773024234832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/2394243773024234832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/friendz_28.html' title='friendz....'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-5129957611394968317</id><published>2007-05-25T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:22:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the colour of your braces means.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;braces-- (if you're taken)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; braces--(if you are confused)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; braces-- (if you like someone but NOT SURE HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU)&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; braces--(if your taken and loving it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; braces-- (if your single)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;braces -- (you're about to giveup)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; braces-- (there's no point in liking the person you like)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;braces-- (if ur just taking life as it comes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; braces--(if ur a pirate!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clear braces--(if u like someone and they like u but ur not going out)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-5129957611394968317?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5129957611394968317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=5129957611394968317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/5129957611394968317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/5129957611394968317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/colour-of-your-braces-means.html' title='the colour of your braces means.....'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-1719403220257327031</id><published>2007-05-07T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:07:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little joke(i hope)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hello." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Is your daddy home?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Yes," whispered the small voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "May I talk with him?" The child whispered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Yes." the child whispered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"May I talk with her?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Again the small voice whispered, "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "May I speak with the policeman?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"No, he's busy", whispered the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Busy doing what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman",came the whispered answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "What is that noise?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In an awed whispering voice the child answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The search team just landed the hello-copper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alarmed, concerned, and even more than just a little frustrated the boss asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What are they searching for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ME."!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-1719403220257327031?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1719403220257327031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=1719403220257327031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1719403220257327031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1719403220257327031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-jokei-hope.html' title='A little joke(i hope)'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-3099597871020681654</id><published>2007-05-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:02:39.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendz,.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and tell new friends you never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about youand always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll Always Be There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; In times of trouble, In times of need, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you are feeling SAD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can count on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will give you a wink, Until you smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;give you a hug, And stand by your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'l l be there for you till the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll always and forever, be your friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-3099597871020681654?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3099597871020681654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=3099597871020681654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/3099597871020681654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/3099597871020681654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/friendz.html' title='Friendz,.....'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-7206041539352932714</id><published>2007-05-07T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:43:55.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need help???The Lord is always ready to help u</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emergency&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These are more effective than 911. Call when . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sad, phone................................................................................................ John 14&lt;br /&gt;You have sinned, phone....................................................................................... Psalm 51&lt;br /&gt;You are facing danger, phone.............................................................................. Psalm 91&lt;br /&gt;People have failed you, phone............................................................................. Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though God is far from you, phone.................................................. Psalm 139&lt;br /&gt;Your faith needs stimulation, phone............................................................... Hebrews 11&lt;br /&gt;You are alone and scared, phone........................................................................ Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;You are worried, phone......................................................................... Matthew 8:19–34&lt;br /&gt;You are hurt and critical, phone.............................................................. 1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;You wonder about Christianity, phone ......................................... 2 Corinthians 5:15-18&lt;br /&gt;You feel like an outcast, phone............................................................... Romans 8:31-39&lt;br /&gt;You are seeking peace, phone.............................................................. Matthew 11:25-30&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the world is bigger than God, phone............................................... Psalm 90&lt;br /&gt;You need Christ like insurance, phone..................................................... Romans 8:1-30&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving home for a trip, phone............................................................. Psalm 121&lt;br /&gt;You are praying for yourself, phone................................................................... Psalm 87&lt;br /&gt;You require courage for a task, phone................................................................ Joshua 1&lt;br /&gt;Inflation’s and investments are hogging your thoughts, phone............... Mark 10:17-31&lt;br /&gt;You are depressive, phone................................................................................... Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;Your bank account is empty, phone................................................................... Psalm 37&lt;br /&gt;You lose faith in mankind, phone.............................................................. Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;It looks like people are unfriendly, phone............................................................. John 15&lt;br /&gt;You are losing hope, phone................................................................................ Psalm 126&lt;br /&gt;You feel the world is small compared to you, phone.......................................... Psalm 19&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry fruit, phone.............................................................................. John 15&lt;br /&gt;Paul’s secret for happiness, phone........................................................ Colossians 3:12-17&lt;br /&gt;With big opportunity/discovery, phone.............................................................. Isaiah 55&lt;br /&gt;To get along with other people, phone............................................................. Romans 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For dealing with fear, call................................................................................. Psalm 3:47&lt;br /&gt;For security, call.............................................................................................. Psalm 121:3&lt;br /&gt;For assurance, call.............................................................................................. Mark 8:35&lt;br /&gt;For reassurance, call..................................................................................... Psalm 145:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these numbers may be phoned directly&lt;br /&gt;No Operator assistance is necessary&lt;br /&gt;All lines to Heaven are available 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEED YOUR FAITH AND DOUBT WILL STARVE TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-7206041539352932714?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7206041539352932714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=7206041539352932714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/7206041539352932714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/7206041539352932714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/need-helpthe-lord-is-always-ready-to.html' title='Need help???The Lord is always ready to help u'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-6508141496314355972</id><published>2007-04-25T19:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:00:40.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tell her..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: What's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I like her so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl:Talk to her!Before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing.You won't know wat will she say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Boy: Tat's my point!!I don't know wat she'll say.I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Then tell her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: She won't like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: How do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I can just tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: What should I say?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl:Tell her how much you like her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I tell her that daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like   me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl:Oh some boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: Oh... she won't like me either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: She does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: How do you know..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Because, who wouldnt like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: You're right, I dont like you..      I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I love you too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy: I just did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't tat sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-6508141496314355972?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6508141496314355972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=6508141496314355972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/6508141496314355972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/6508141496314355972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-tell-her.html' title='Just tell her..'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-1396445376412012372</id><published>2007-04-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:46:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touchy Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; In this great city that has no end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; For life is a swift and terrible race, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows I like him just as well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And he rang mine if, we were younger then, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now we are busy, tired men. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Around the corner! yet miles away, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here's a telegram sir" "Jim died today."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And that's what we get and deserve in the end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Remember to always say what you mean. If you love or like someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late. Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-1396445376412012372?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1396445376412012372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=1396445376412012372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1396445376412012372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1396445376412012372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/touchy-message.html' title='A Touchy Message'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-8994101429385663712</id><published>2007-04-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:38:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try it out !!!!It's amazing man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U need a piece of paper and a pen or a calculater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is cool and it works!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't tell me your age; you probably would tell a falsehood anyway-but your waiter may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOUR AGE BY DINER &amp; RESTAURANT MATH&lt;/span&gt; !This is pretty neat. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; It takes less than a minute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Work this out as you read ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to go out to eat. (more than once but less than 10)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Add 5&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Multiply it by 50&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1757...If you haven't, add 1756.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.   You should have a three digit number.   The first digit of this was your original number. (I.e., How many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.)   The next two numbers are YOUR AGE ! ------ (Oh YES, it is!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FREAKY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-8994101429385663712?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8994101429385663712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=8994101429385663712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/8994101429385663712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/8994101429385663712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/try-it-out-its-amazing-man.html' title='Try it out !!!!It&apos;s amazing man.'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72555783240616670.post-1522280512648169549</id><published>2007-04-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:25:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bloggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heyya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay!!!!i hav a bloggy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can't wait to write more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72555783240616670-1522280512648169549?l=wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1522280512648169549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=72555783240616670&amp;postID=1522280512648169549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1522280512648169549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72555783240616670/posts/default/1522280512648169549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleycoolgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-bloggy.html' title='My First Bloggy'/><author><name>Wesley Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208204654970006778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
