<?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-3108601</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:30:01.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Couture</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of a fashion and pop culture fiend who openly talks about them both right here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114183596467956717</id><published>2006-03-08T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:39:24.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8th &amp; Ocean..</title><summary type='text'>Last night,instead of posting pictures about the Oscars'fashions, I decided to watch the new show from the producers of Laguna Beach called 8th and Ocean. The show basically follows the lives of models living and working in South Beach Miami. Since I am so addicted to Laguna Beach, I thought this show would hold my attention in between season, but I stand corrected. I must say that I was not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114183596467956717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114183596467956717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/03/8th-ocean.html' title='8th &amp; Ocean..'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114166864445313941</id><published>2006-03-06T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:10:44.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post coming soon!</title><summary type='text'>I know that I have not posted a post with a picture, but since the Oscars were last night I will hopefully change that by this evening. Right now I am juggling an assignment for work and commenting about a certain performance from last night on a couple of the blogs that you can find in my sidebar. I will say this about the fashions from last night, none stood out to me. It was either because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114166864445313941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114166864445313941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-post-coming-soon.html' title='Picture post coming soon!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114107816496641551</id><published>2006-02-27T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:44:02.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Approach with caution: Non fashion post ahead</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry that this post has nothing to do with a fashion,but I need to rant right now and everyone is at work and can't talk. Today was a such a frustrating day. I stayed home today because I had a phone interview with Servicemaster for a position as a Marketing Manager for the Merry Maids department.  A friend of my mom told her that Servicemaster has long and intense interviews.I thought that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114107816496641551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114107816496641551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/approach-with-caution-non-fashion-post.html' title='Approach with caution: Non fashion post ahead'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114105868781955997</id><published>2006-02-27T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:46:45.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think every aspiring fashionista needs certain items in there closets,but right now I am going to give my list of the handbags that should be staple in your closet.1.) Louis Vuitton- the classic monogram, because it never ages. This needs to be your first LV purchase and choose a classic style such as the tote or the Speedy, which happens to be my favorite.2.) The next thing is a classic Chanel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114105868781955997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114105868781955997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-every-aspiring-fashionista.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114096579368201420</id><published>2006-02-26T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:01:07.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Platinum fashion philosophy #1</title><summary type='text'>I have decided that occasionally i will post a fashion philosophy that I live by and personally feel that others who care about what they drape on their bodes should follow, so here goes number #1:Trends are like fruits, they are only good to look at and smell while still fresh and once they are over due they start getting ugly looks from people and attract fashion flies who hover around you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114096579368201420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114096579368201420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/platinum-fashion-philosophy-1.html' title='Platinum fashion philosophy #1'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114091102845360248</id><published>2006-02-25T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:43:48.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so late!</title><summary type='text'>i am so so stupid to have passed up "Project Runway". I kept hearing and reading people talking about it and I decided to pass on it. What a dumb move on my part. For the past month I have become such a fan. I can seriously watch Santino mock Tim Gunn all day if they let me. I could really care who wins at this point, although I would love for Chloe to win because she mostly resembles my style.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114091102845360248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114091102845360248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-so-late.html' title='I am so late!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114083799807423391</id><published>2006-02-24T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:26:38.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee..</title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy, either being sick as a dying dog waiting for its owner to take it to a field and leave it or I have been focusing on finishing my website and looking for a new job.I am still getting over the cold but all i really have left is a little mucus left in my chest.  I know, that sounds horrible and so unfab, so I will move along.The next thing is trying to figure what the hell I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114083799807423391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114083799807423391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee..'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-114012076380036879</id><published>2006-02-16T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:12:43.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no hear huh!</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that it has been way over a month sinced my last post and so much has happened in the entertainment world that I am not even going to attempt to cover everything. I wil give a reason why I haven't posted in awhile. After three years of yearning for one, I finally bought myself a website so I have been trying to figure out the hell to make it. I belive that I am almost there. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114012076380036879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/114012076380036879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-time-no-hear-huh.html' title='Long time no hear huh!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113658223489268588</id><published>2006-01-06T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:17:14.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must See TV my ass!</title><summary type='text'>About 10 people have sent me this so I must share and spread this doodoo across the internet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113658223489268588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113658223489268588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/must-see-tv-my-ass.html' title='Must See TV my ass!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113648626968491647</id><published>2006-01-05T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:37:49.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant!</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick and tired of hearing this stories and situations where women and some men constantly have sex, unprotected sex, with people who have numerous children by different people and then get themselves in the same situation and want to throw words at them. The reason why I am saying this is because a radio station here in memphis has these paternity tests every tuesday and this weeks case </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113648626968491647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113648626968491647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-rant.html' title='My Rant!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113642721309718246</id><published>2006-01-04T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:13:33.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I rant that I can't hold back ....</title><summary type='text'>I am just preparing you couple of people that have ran across this blog by accident. Some time tonight or tommorrow morning I am going to write a rant that has been bothering me for some time now, but this situation that happened yesterday morning on a local radio station here in Memphis has made me have to get this off my very bouncy, volumtous chesy (wink,wink). See Ya in a few.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113642721309718246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113642721309718246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-rant-that-i-cant-hold-back.html' title='I rant that I can&apos;t hold back ....'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113631834400725257</id><published>2006-01-03T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:04:56.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break...</title><summary type='text'>I know that she is naturally petite and is meant to have a small frame, but that doe snot mean that she should look so unhealthy. She would look so much healthier and fit if she added on another 5 pounds. I know someone has to agree with me, look for yourself. Out of that whole group she use to and still does hang out with, she and Nicky Hilton are my favorite becausse of there style and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113631834400725257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113631834400725257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break...'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113625261005436103</id><published>2006-01-02T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:06:11.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck-y Day</title><summary type='text'>I had a crappy and boring day. First of all I did not sleep that good then my my tigers lost to the texas longhorns. It's not that the longhorns were great but we sucked today and I know Coach Cal is still yelling at them.Hopefully, we will do better next time.Anyway. now I plan to sit back and finish the day by washing all this dirty laundry outside my door and watch Tv until I past out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113625261005436103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113625261005436103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/suck-y-day.html' title='Suck-y Day'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113617341019347390</id><published>2006-01-01T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:43:30.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone had a great new year and continued blessings and good health and all that other stuff you desire in life.  I decided to make a couple of new years resolution, because I have not made one or any in a few years I have decided to do it again. Since not that many people read my feelings I feel comfortable announcing them.1.) Exercise more- Not neccesarily lose weight but more on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113617341019347390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113617341019347390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113605132920588851</id><published>2005-12-31T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:48:49.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need rehab...or some good sex!</title><summary type='text'>The only way that I am going to be able to get over that guy from my post last night is to find someone else to bed for at least a good thirty minutes. I repeat AT LEAST thirty minutes. That is my next objective. Anyway, I'll be back later after I finish watching MeanGirls for the millionth time this year. I can't help it, I love this movie to the point where I wish I was in it, at least as one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113605132920588851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113605132920588851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-rehabor-some-good-sex.html' title='I need rehab...or some good sex!'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113600671965965062</id><published>2005-12-30T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:28:22.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so emotionally confused.</title><summary type='text'>My day was going pretty slow for a Friday when I decided to semi-stalk my favorite maintenence man. I don't know what it is about this man, but I have been so fatal attraction for afar. A couple of times I have seen him with a woman/girl and just assumed that she was a just an occasional "jump-off", but apparently I was wrong. Today I saw her drive home in his car which made me take notice that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113600671965965062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113600671965965062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-emotionally-confused.html' title='I am so emotionally confused.'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113440585029026286</id><published>2005-12-12T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:44:47.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervousness is setting in</title><summary type='text'>I have a job interview on Wednesday for a job as a Marketing Director. I really want this job and I hesitant about saying ot out loud, because I have a morbid fear that when you really want something you won't get it. I think that i thinking to far ahead in time, because I am not sure of the lingistics of the job. I will find out Wednesday @ 1 p.m.P.S I am not over the whole award shows, but I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113440585029026286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113440585029026286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2005/12/nervousness-is-setting-in.html' title='Nervousness is setting in'/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113398825638933903</id><published>2005-12-07T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:47:29.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ran across this quiz and I thought that i would be more like beyonce or ashanti because of my style, but after reading the results I can see what they mean. Maybe you should try it. ALICIA KEYS: Ah, the talented Ms. Keys. Youare an extremely intelligent girl who has aknack for creativity. You are focused on yourcareer and education and excel at it. You arewhat people say, street, but sweet. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113398825638933903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113398825638933903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-ran-across-this-quiz-and-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-113390139713493337</id><published>2005-12-06T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:36:37.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so interested with all forms of pop culture. Therefore, after my numerous years of studying website design and management, I am going to look into buying and managing my own. I really want something that involves fashion of celebrities and the happenings. I'll see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113390139713493337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/113390139713493337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-so-interested-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-109954217876556242</id><published>2004-11-03T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:22:58.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate not having anything to do.  I seriously don't understand how people can actually choose to not do anything all day except lounge.  I feel like  I am in a "young-life" crisis.  I just feel like there is so much more for me  to conquer but i don't have the right tool or opportunities.  I am over this feeling right now, but one good thing that has happened is that I finally got my computer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/109954217876556242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/109954217876556242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-not-having-anything-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-108770461159216948</id><published>2004-06-19T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:10:11.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate holidays and special occasions were I have to "congradulate" or "wish a ..." or a "happy..whatever."  The reason I am ranting on about this is becasue in less than an hour it will be Father's day and I am gonna have to call my dad and wish a happy father's day because I did not buy a card.  I am not one of those people who thrive on these types of days and occasions.  I really don't give a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/108770461159216948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/108770461159216948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-hate-holidays-and-special-occasions.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-108480782753488962</id><published>2004-05-17T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:30:27.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the end was over two weeks ago.  If you are wondering what the end is, well it is college. I graduate on May 1, 2004 from the University of Memphis with a degree in Journalism.  Now I am doing absolutely nothing.  I am in the mist of mailing and e-mail my resumes.  I am bored and broke.  I already spent all my graduation money.  That was quick.  Now i have all the time to focus on new ways </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/108480782753488962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/108480782753488962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-end-was-over-two-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-107343062743122445</id><published>2004-01-06T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:11:39.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!! Here it is, less than a week before the spring semester begins and i got the worst letter that i have ever gotten from the University of Memphis.  I only had to take three classes in order to gradaute in May, but they cancelled one of my classses and now there is a possibilty that i won;t be able to gradaute until August. I felt tears in my eyes and actually they are still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107343062743122445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107343062743122445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-hate-school-here-it-is-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-107265809883049583</id><published>2003-12-28T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:36:02.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so stuffed tight now. We had a huge dinner and desert so now i have a huge belly ache.  I am so bored and am extremly anticipating for my final semester of school to begin. Which is in two weeks from tommorrow and Erika goes back a week from  toimmorrow.  I don;t have anything to do.  I really want to move my room around, because it feels so cramped. I am gonna go and play this bead game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107265809883049583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107265809883049583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-so-stuffed-tight-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-107203368086701048</id><published>2003-12-21T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:08:57.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't wait for this year to be over. I get to finally gradaute from college in May so i just to speed up the process. I have to start going to career fairs and building relationships with my professors and all.  Lately I have bee really stressed out over very little things.  I need to hurry up and find a new job because i need adn want so much.  I definitely need a new computer and i want a new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107203368086701048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/107203368086701048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-cant-wait-for-this-year-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-106745678057701727</id><published>2003-10-29T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T13:46:19.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know life would be so much better if everyone was born and got older and didn't have to worry about getting good grades so that they could get into a good college so that they could get a better job than someone who only has a H.S diploma or not even a H.S diploma.  He I am a 22 year ols college senior, only a little over 6 months away from graduating and I regret damn near everything that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106745678057701727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106745678057701727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-life-would-be-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-106624373221052970</id><published>2003-10-15T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:48:51.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel sorry and emabarrased for myself.  I am constantly bitchin' and moaning about how this school year is kicking my ass, but when i come to think about it..It's not as bad as it has been in the past.  The only thing that is horrible is that i have to stay really late on some days, like today.  My Monday throught Wedensday are so long and boring that I can barely stay up in my classes.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106624373221052970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106624373221052970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-feel-sorry-and-emabarrased-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-106460999666161574</id><published>2003-09-26T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T15:59:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Shorty, its your birthday. We party like its your birthday adn we don't give fuck its your birthday.  Yeah today is my 22nd birthday and I did absolutely jack shit. Yeah for me.  I didn't go to schol yesterday because the one class that I have on Thursday was made into a Lab session and I already did my work so all i had to do was put my copy assignment in his mail box on Wednesday and enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106460999666161574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106460999666161574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/09/go-shorty-its-your-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-106426119712176567</id><published>2003-09-22T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T15:06:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while a hasn't it.  well school started over three weeks ago. We are already just 2 weeks away from fall break.  I hope that this semester goes by extremely fast, because it is already kicking my ass in more ways than one.  I am in my last class of the day and i get out in 20 minutes.  We have moved closer to campus so now i can walk to school so i do that. Hopefully it will help to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106426119712176567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/106426119712176567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/09/its-been-while-hasnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-105804360286120480</id><published>2003-07-12T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T16:00:02.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I changed my mind....I don't feel like blogging now. I am full which equals    sleepy. Oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/105804360286120480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/105804360286120480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-changed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-94275912</id><published>2003-05-13T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T12:22:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is out i did alot better this semester than last.  I actually passed all of my classes and even got 2 Bs, one was a B-, but hey a B is a B.  I am still paranoid about that situation i taked about in my last entry, but i have always been paranoid and stressful about the littliest thing. I am also already bored and school hasn't been out less than a week.  Yesterday i downloaded PS7.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/94275912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/94275912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/05/school-is-out-i-did-alot-better-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-91392449</id><published>2003-03-25T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T22:59:28.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is a bitch.  I am so bored with my life right now.  I am in the process of figuring out what to do this summer.  I really wan to work but I also want to just get away for awhile.  I have been very paranoid lately about something that I don't feel to comfortable about discussing on this website.  I actually need to go to sleep because I am very sleepy lately.  I seriously cannot wait until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/91392449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/91392449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/03/life-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-90741364</id><published>2003-03-14T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T19:46:49.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I am so glad that I am about to go to shcool on Monday. I am getting sick of just laying around the house all week, doing nothing.  I haven't even attempted to study for the exams that I have next week. and especiially on Monday in Philosophy.     Tommorrow my mom is suppose to go to the casino with my brother and ssiter in law.  Therefore, I am stuck at home with Erika.  I am suppose to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90741364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90741364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-am-so-glad-that-i-am-about-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-90561905</id><published>2003-03-11T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:02:24.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Today was hopefuelly my last day of laziness.  Tommorrow I am definitely opening up the Philosophy book so just in case I need some help understanding something I will have enough time to e-mail our graduate assistant and ask him for some help understanding the materiial for the exam.  Did I mention that the test is Monday @9am.       BTW I didn't call dude. I really don't care because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90561905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90561905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/03/today-was-hopefuelly-my-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-90487649</id><published>2003-03-10T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T18:15:39.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Life is a Bitch!!!!!  It is my Spring Break and I have a week devoted to studying for mid-terms and research for papers. :(.  To make matters worse, I have to my break with my mom and my little sister, who just happens to be on spring break, too.  Life is such a B-I-T-C-H !!!!!!!!     Last week I met someone new, but I haven't spoken to him since Thursday.  I want to call him and I don't. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90487649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/90487649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/03/life-is-bitch-it-is-my-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-86902853</id><published>2003-01-03T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T20:27:16.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new years was as usual.......me, alone.  I actually fell asleep before midnight.I didn't miss much, considering I was alone.  I have never held on to anyone  to Christmas or New Year's Eve.  To be honest I haven't really heard any super good new year eve stories.  Right Now I am waiting for mt mom to come back from the grocery store so I can help her put stuff up. I really don't have anyting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/86902853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/86902853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2003/01/my-new-years-was-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-86759015</id><published>2002-12-31T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T13:39:00.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile. Christmas sucked major ass because I was sick and all stuffed up.  I slept for the majority of the day. I jave only two more weeks of vacation left.  I am can't wait.  I did alright last semester considering I don't think I did.  Here's the run down of my grades.Oral Comm- B+ I was a little worried about this grade because I missed so many classes and the sylabbus stated rhat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/86759015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/86759015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/12/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-84944845</id><published>2002-11-22T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T16:38:32.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been super busy finishing up this assey semester.  The latest news i have is that I have decided to not go to Graduate School, but instead go to Law School.  I want to be  a lawyer. :)  I have so much typing to do this weekend.  I have a speech to give first thing Monday morning and I am not even certain about the topic of my speech.  I also have to start on my final article for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/84944845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/84944845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-have-been-super-busy-finishing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-83971540</id><published>2002-11-03T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T15:42:25.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time. I have been either so busy or just not in the mood to update. My life is so boring that if I was to update my journal it would be "blah blah blah". Right now I am watching "The Color Purple" and "MTV's Love Story".  It's rainy and cold outside, which is my favorite type of weather to spend a quite and boring weekend.  I hope we have a super cold winter this eason, becuase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/83971540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/83971540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/11/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-82236259</id><published>2002-09-28T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T10:20:02.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy with school that I have hardly even been on the computer except ot type papers, speeches, and stories for my Reporting class.  I have missed enough school so far.  I am gonna invest my weekend to re-writing my first article and writing my second article for my Reporting class.  I admit that I have not bee investing much effort or time into my  work and it is defrinitely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/82236259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/82236259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-have-been-so-busy-with-school-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-81639344</id><published>2002-09-15T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T14:48:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that I have not been here in awhile. I have just been too busy adjusting to this schedule that I have locked myself into. I lot has happened outside of school too. On the second day of school, I met someone on the way to school. He gave me his number, but I didn't call. I instead gave him my phone number. He called a couple of days later. After that we talked for hours at a time. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/81639344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/81639344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-know-that-i-have-not-been-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-80768093</id><published>2002-08-27T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T03:24:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had a very stressful life this past week. My money came in but the bank won't let me write checks or use my card because my account was in the negative fro over 30 days. Today, well yesterday, after school I went to a bank on the way home. She told me that my account was transferred to the Bartlett main branch. I am so upset. They never told me that my account was transferred. I made my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/80768093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/80768093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-have-had-very-stressful-life-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-80245807</id><published>2002-08-14T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T15:54:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that I haven't been here in almost a week, but I haven't had really anything to talk about.  I have been falling asleep in the morning and waking up in the afternoon.  Monday was erika's first day of school so i have been doing here hair in th emorning for my mommy. I have less than 2 weeks left fro school.  I am getting more excited because i feel like I am turning a new leaf. I am not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/80245807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/80245807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-know-that-i-havent-been-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79918644</id><published>2002-08-06T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T21:50:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well today was a tiresome day. I finally dozed to sleep around 2:00 this morning and had to wake up at 6:00, but I managed to squeeze in 30 more minutes. I had ot get up early to go with my mom to register my little sister for school.  I got back home around 9:00 and went back to sleep around noon. My brother woke me up around 2:30 and I have been up ever since. I still am quite tired, but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79918644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79918644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/well-today-was-tiresome-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79796806</id><published>2002-08-04T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T00:24:49.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earlier this evening I was very depressed. I was feeling very insecure about my present life. I always experience these bouts of depression when I have time to think about what is going on in my life or what I would like to be happening in my life. I know that everyone tends to have soem insecurities, big or small, but hardly express them to others. I am one of those people.  I usually just live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79796806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79796806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/earlier-this-evening-i-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79785577</id><published>2002-08-03T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T17:32:14.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mommy loves me!!!!! Yah!! She bought me a brand new computer desk today. I love it because it has so much more room than the hutch. I ended up fixing the hutch and gave it to Erika. My mom is gonna try and to go buy her a nice previously owned computer from this store, because she is to young for a brand spanking new one to experiment with. My mom said not ot tell her yet. Well I have to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79785577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79785577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/my-mommy-loves-me-yah-she-bought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79766470</id><published>2002-08-03T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T01:54:42.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a very intersting day. First of all I got my cell phone back on. Yah for me! " I got phone service! I got phone service!  Second of all there was a murder in the apartment complex across from mine this morning. Someone kicked in the door of the hispanic family's door and shot a man in the head. The police still don't know what happened, but the police were here for a few hours in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79766470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79766470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/today-was-very-intersting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79712128</id><published>2002-08-01T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T20:05:20.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How are your Personality Disorder, well here are my results:DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:LowBorderline:LowHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:ModerateDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Click Here To Take The Test --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79712128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79712128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/how-are-your-personality-disorder-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79694638</id><published>2002-08-01T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T12:09:59.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my brother brought by the weight last night. I used it a few times last night. I am really depressed witrh my arms. I am gonna focus on them and my stomach more than anything else. I have gained a few inches this summer so I need to get rid of them along with the rest. I haven't eaten yet, so I haven't taken my pill yet today. My mom just called and said that she was gonna bring me some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79694638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79694638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/08/well-my-brother-brought-by-weight-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79661941</id><published>2002-07-31T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T18:21:57.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i started my low/no carb diet. It is kinda hard, but I am not sure. It hasn't been to hard so far.y brother and sister-in-law are on their way over here to bring me my weights. I have to get something ready for him. So, if I can remember anything else to say I will be back.  Let's Talk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79661941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79661941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/today-i-started-my-lowno-carb-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79624533</id><published>2002-07-30T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T22:42:52.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is gonna be a pointless blog. I ma bored and a little tired but I am can't go to sleep. Instead I am gonna watch reruns of "Friends" and try to relax. It is storming now in Memphis, so hopefully the lights won't blink out while i am typing.      Hardly any of the people's blog I read have updated today. I might check in again before I turn for the evening. Last night I got on Yahoo chat. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79624533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79624533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/this-is-gonna-be-pointless-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79613418</id><published>2002-07-30T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T17:19:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love rainy days! It's raining here in Memphis, but not storming.  My stuff I ordered from drugstore.com. I haven't really tested the stuff out yet. I will probably wait until tommorrow until I use the meal replacement.  I told my brother that I would give my metabolism pills. He said he wil come and get them either tommorrow or Thursday. I heard someone suggest that it would be a good idea to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79613418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79613418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-love-rainy-days-its-raining-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79573915</id><published>2002-07-29T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T20:48:12.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't care if I never eat another piece of chicken again right now.  I ate so much chicken that my wings should be fully grown my tommorow afternoon. Anyway, I have a nice vanilla coke in the freezer.  I am not sure if I am gonna drink it, but it is just nice to know that it is in there.   The only reason I started a Blog here is because I wanted palce to learn basic HTML, because of my major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79573915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79573915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-dont-care-if-i-never-eat-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79562546</id><published>2002-07-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:22:56.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got through eating some delicious KFC chicken and macaroni. YUM YUM!!!  I really don't have anything to do today. I need to clean up my room because it looks a mess. I am trying to help my brother find a job. He is really getting on my nerves. For some odd reason he is trying to loose weight. He is just unfit. He is gonna try some pills to help increase his metobolism. The at hands are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79562546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79562546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-just-got-through-eating-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79532986</id><published>2002-07-28T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T22:49:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Today I made some cookies for my mom, because she has to take some to work. I have to say that they are very yummy. I really haven't been on the computer that much. I speant most of the day spending time with my mommy. I love her very much! We have have become closer in the past year or so because I don't like my dad. I have less than a month before school starts back. I know that it is quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79532986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79532986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/today-i-made-some-cookies-for-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79532624</id><published>2002-07-28T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T22:36:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I made some cookies for my mom, because she has to take some to work.  I have to say that tyhey are very yummy. I really havem't been on the computer that much. I speant most of the day spending time with my mommy. I love her very much. We have have become closer in the past year or so because I don't like my dad. I have less than a month before school starts back. I know that it is quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79532624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79532624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/today-i-made-some-cookies-for-my-mom_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79456747</id><published>2002-07-26T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T18:19:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no cell phone service :( !!!  While typing my last blog I recieved a text message from Sprint PCS cell stating that I had went over my anytime minutes and that my bill is $125. I spent the last 30 minutes finding out why. Now I have to pay at least $40 to get my service cut back on and then I can't use my phoen during the day until after the 4th. I need to call my mom but see didn't take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79456747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79456747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-have-no-cell-phone-service-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79455522</id><published>2002-07-26T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T17:42:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got through cleaning and moving my room around for the uptenth time. I have a little more room to exercise and move about. I might take some pictures later on and try to post them.  I am not a big fan of posting pictures.  Unfortuantely, my stuff from drugstore.com. I was hoping it would arrive today, but I guess I am gonna have to wait a little bit longer. I guess I am gonna go now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79455522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79455522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-just-got-through-cleaning-and-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79399268</id><published>2002-07-25T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T12:11:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheaters are such assholes!!!!! I myself have never been cheated on , that I know of, but do despise them. Right now I am caught in between holding my own and getting rude. Here is a question that I wonder about: Would you stay with someone you know is cheating on you, but you stay because you are not financially stable. I ma not sure how I would answer that question because I truly believe that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79399268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79399268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/cheaters-are-such-assholes-i-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79379457</id><published>2002-07-24T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T00:00:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I love the beginning of relationships! The long -getting-to-know-you type phone calls at night and the phone messages. How lovely I say. All of a sudden the relationship is not like that. They don't leave messages anymore. I think that i am about to end the relationship with John. He is not what I want or really need in a relationship, but maybe a friendship. We haven't "been" together in over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79379457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79379457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-love-beginning-of-relationships-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79310431</id><published>2002-07-23T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T22:05:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the rest of Erika's school uniforms arrived today along with a pair of sandals I ordered. They r some very comfortable sandals.  I love shoes and clothes. I am very girlie when I want to be. I take some offenses when people catergorize females who like to dress up, wear make-up, and shop like fiends to malls. I am one female who is not too scared to say that I am very, very girlie, Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79310431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79310431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/well-rest-of-erikas-school-uniforms.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79261412</id><published>2002-07-22T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T11:38:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i spent a great deal of the night looking for ways to make a better site. I also decided to purchase me a domain and hosting so i can learn more about it. I have to honestly say that I am having fun. Touch Me in writing!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79261412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79261412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/last-night-i-spent-great-deal-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-79179502</id><published>2002-07-20T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T00:32:59.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while i say!  Unfortunately i haven't been up to much. I am looking for a job because i am gonna need to pay for summer school next year so i can graduate next december. I am trying though. IN the meantime i am just browsing the intenet daily and wishing i had something to do.  i can't wait for school to start back. I have a little over a month left so i am almost close to counting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79179502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/79179502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/07/its-been-while-i-say-unfortunately-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-76813288</id><published>2002-05-21T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T16:20:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am still alive!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/76813288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/76813288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-am-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-76153188</id><published>2002-05-04T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T09:05:00.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's Out For Summer!!!!!!!  I am so relieved that this ass of a semester has finally been put to bed.  I will admit that I somewhat fucked up, but not all of it was my fault. I partially blame mother nature for making me get sick by the ass weather that she threw at us this winter in Memphis.  We basically had no winter, which is my favorite season becuase I love cold weather.  I have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/76153188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/76153188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/05/schools-out-for-summer-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-10300450</id><published>2002-03-02T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T09:42:10.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT is officially Spring Break for me, but I don't have anything fun to do.  I have to study for a test in my Mass Media Law class and type a paper for my Ancient POlitical Thought class. Yeah for me!?!? :P  Monday I am scheduled to have a little "sexual therapy" to help ease my week of typing and studying.  This guy is great to talk to, so hopefully he can do the same thing in the bed. :)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/10300450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/10300450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/03/it-is-officially-spring-break-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-9576125</id><published>2002-02-10T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T10:06:51.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I have been a little sick lately.:(  I have a lot of work to do in my classes this week so that means that I will not be missing in any of my classes this week.  I'm bored now because I have a lot of washing and cleaning to do today. See Ya!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9576125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9576125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/02/well-i-have-been-little-sick-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-9329906</id><published>2002-02-03T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T14:31:41.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's kinda early and rainy outside here in Memphis, but its all good I guess considering I have no where to go.  As everyone and their great grandmama knows that it is Super Bowl Sunday, I really don't give a fuck because the Titans aren't in  it.  If some asshole put a gun up to my head and told me I had to pick a team I would go with the Patriots because I am a underdog fan.  Especially since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9329906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9329906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/02/its-kinda-early-and-rainy-outside-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-9214435</id><published>2002-01-30T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T19:04:26.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Well I'm back.  Today I was a lazy ass and decided to stay at home and wait fo rmy new leather computer desk chairs that i ordered for my momma and me.  Today my new DSL modem came. :) Believe me when i say that it is way more faster that dial-up.  I downloaded a 6 minute song in like 1 minute. I was very &lt;3. Tommorrow is my long day but my first class of the day is cancelled so I'm either </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9214435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9214435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/01/well-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-9046335</id><published>2002-01-25T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T14:54:28.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so exhausted.  Today was somewhat ok.  I did my spanih homework BEFORE class, which is very unusual for me.  I am so so happy that today is Friday.  I think that this weekend I am gonna clean my room and get drunk off of cough medicine. :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9046335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9046335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/01/i-am-so-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-9019430</id><published>2002-01-24T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T18:43:11.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa, time does fly. I am so stressed this semester.  I feel like i am some law student because i have 5 out od 6 classes that dela with law or the constitution.  Alot of reading this semester.  Tommorrow will be the end of the second week this semester. I 'll be back, hopefully tommorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9019430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/9019430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2002/01/whoa-time-does-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-6383840</id><published>2001-10-16T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T13:39:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I need to start updating my blog.  I have been in school for over a month and i have been so lazy this semester.I have already missed almost if not 10 days.  I love writing on in my notebook so mayb that is a reason why i haven't written here in a while. Right I am looking for a free permanent download of Photoshop, but all i find is the trial download which will not allow u to saveor export</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/6383840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/6383840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/10/i-need-to-start-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-5541868</id><published>2001-09-07T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-07T11:45:33.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I left you a nice blog to step to, step to. Well I have been in school for a couple of weeks now. It is going by kinda slow, considering I have already missed four days already including today. This semester hasn't interested me yet. So far I like my Spanish 2020 class and my Foundations of Math II. The reason I might like these classes so much is because of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5541868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5541868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/09/its-been-long-time-since-i-left-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-5199506</id><published>2001-08-20T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-20T17:40:20.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only a week left before class starts back!!! I am really excited!!! I have been reading others websites and blogs and hear that most of them started back last week for younguns (A.K.A high schoolers) and a nice chunk of the college students start back this week and next week.  When I wake up and get on the computer it's kinda boring because nobody has written since going to bed or is on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5199506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5199506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/08/only-week-left-before-class-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-5151130</id><published>2001-08-17T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-17T15:33:28.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see I did some rearranging. Well I have been packing some more things up around the house and today I finally got started to pack things up in my room. Basically the things that I have packed are only the things that I haven't used in a while like my computer manuals and the other stuff that has been taking up space on my computer shelves. I haven't yet to pack the things up in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5151130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5151130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/08/as-you-can-see-i-did-some-rearranging.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-5099798</id><published>2001-08-15T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T02:05:33.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so aerly in the morning and I can't sleep. Earlier, as in 4 hours ago, I was trying to fall asleep and I start to realize that my inner self is completely screwed up. I realize that I have alot of the things that I don't like about my daddy in me everyday. I have his impatienceness and careless ways of dealing with others emotions. I am so soft spoken around strangers that I can't even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5099798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5099798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/08/it-is-so-aerly-in-morning-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108601.post-5090926</id><published>2001-08-14T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T16:26:09.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School starts back on Aug. 27. I can't wait. It needs to hurry up. I know that it sounds weird but I will explain this odd statement later on when I have the chance and energy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5090926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108601/posts/default/5090926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedcouture.blogspot.com/2001/08/school-starts-back-on-aug.html' title=''/><author><name>Samida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k091f4SMP7w/TFbJXb6wBzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zjAd8o9CLDA/S220/icon_pic_me1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
