<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UMQ308fyp7ImA9WxBRFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197</id><updated>2010-01-02T23:54:42.377-08:00</updated><title>25.5</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UMQ30zeyp7ImA9WxBRFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-6935030453603647144</id><published>2010-01-02T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:54:42.383-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-02T23:54:42.383-08:00</app:edited><title>Live as if you'll die today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/S0BM30YFTZI/AAAAAAAAASs/w7x3Ls94_SE/s1600-h/JD4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/S0BM30YFTZI/AAAAAAAAASs/w7x3Ls94_SE/s320/JD4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Where did you go on New Years? Someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;
Who were you with? People.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you kiss anyone at midnight? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you make any resolutions? Mm, I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2009: Your Love Life&lt;br /&gt;
Did you break up with anyone? nooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you fall in love? noooo.&lt;br /&gt;
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2009: Friends and Enemies&lt;br /&gt;
Did you meet any new friends this year? Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you dislike anyone? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you make any new enemies? Um, I hope not but I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;
Who was your closest friend? My sister, forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you grow apart from anyone? Yeah definitely. I BE BLOGGIN' 'BOUT DIS YO. haha, oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have any regrets when it comes to your friendship? Eh, not really. What happens happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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2009: All about YOU&lt;br /&gt;
Did you change at all this year? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Did you dye your hair? Yes, I actually did. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Did you get your hair cut? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;
Were you in school? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Did you get good grades? Not great, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you have a job? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Did you drive?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Did you own a car?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;
Did anyone close to you give birth?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you move at all?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;
Did you leave the country at all?: Yeah to the states. How lame.&lt;br /&gt;
Would you change anything? Mm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2009: Wrap Up.&lt;br /&gt;
Is 2009 a good year? Um, not the best year.&lt;br /&gt;
Did 2009 bring any new insights? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think 2010 will top 2009? I sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;
If you could relive any moment, which would you choose? "that night" or grad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With 2009 Coming To an End, Do This and BE HONEST !&lt;br /&gt;
1. Have you had any serious relationships this year? HECK NO. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Have you had your birthday yet? Seeing that it's already 2010 yes.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Kissed 4+ people in the same night? No je ne suis pas a slut.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Pulled an all nighter? Almost.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Puked at all? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
6. Bought something(s)? Um no, I didn't spend money at ALL this year. Not even once.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Met someone special? Eh&lt;br /&gt;
8. Been out of the country? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
9. What are you thinking about? This thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1.) Hugged someone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
2.) Slept in someone else's bed? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
3.) Got a job? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
4.) Loaned out money? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
5.) Been sued? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
6.) Done something you regret? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
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JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;
1. Does it snow where you live? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
2. Do you like hot chocolate? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;
3. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop? No :(&lt;br /&gt;
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FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;
1. Who was your Valentine? No one.&lt;br /&gt;
2. When you were little did you buy Valentine's for the whole class? Yeah ahah.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not? Noo..&lt;br /&gt;
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MARCH&lt;br /&gt;
1. Are you irish? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
2. Do you like corned beef and cabbage? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
3. What did you do for St Patrick's Day? My memory sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Are you happy when winter is pretty much over? YES.&lt;br /&gt;
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APRIL&lt;br /&gt;
1. Do you like the rain? Depends on what kind of rain.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year? Yeah, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Do you get tons of candy for Easter? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
4. Did you celebrate 4/20? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
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MAY&lt;br /&gt;
1. What is your favorite flower? as long as they look nice w.e&lt;br /&gt;
2. Finish the phrase "April showers…": Brings May flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Do you celebrate May 16th? What is that?&lt;br /&gt;
4. Is May anything special to you? Well this year kind of was.&lt;br /&gt;
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JUNE&lt;br /&gt;
1. What year did/will you graduate from high school? 2009&lt;br /&gt;
2. Did you do anything fun during this month? Began summer break.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Have a favorite baseball team? YANKEEEES.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
JULY&lt;br /&gt;
2. Did you go to the fireworks? Yes! Thunder showers for the first one, banana hammock for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Did you blast the A/C all day? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
4. Did you go on vacation? Yeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;
1. What was your favorite summer memory of '09? Mm..lots :)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Did you have a sunburn? Nope&lt;br /&gt;
3. Did you go to the pool a lot? Kind of, during that heat wave.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Were you ready for school at all? HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;
1. Are you attending school? Yup&lt;br /&gt;
2. Do you like fall better than summer? When the fall leaves change, slightly better than massive heat waves.&lt;br /&gt;
3. What happened this month? Got buried by school work!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;
1. What was your last Halloween costume? Cow girl, how lame&lt;br /&gt;
2. What is your favorite candy? Chocolate covered gummies!&lt;br /&gt;
3. What was your favorite thing(s) about this month? Nothingg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;
1. What significant things happened this month: I left home for a month aha.&lt;br /&gt;
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DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;
1. Do you celebrate Christmas? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe? No way jose.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Get anything special last year? Not particularly.&lt;br /&gt;
4. What do you want this year? Another job.&lt;br /&gt;
5. What do you love most about December? Christmas! Family time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-126761443173650088?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/126761443173650088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=126761443173650088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/126761443173650088?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/126761443173650088?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2010/01/moar.html' title='MOAR.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUDRXY9eSp7ImA9WxBRFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-8351625554063651409</id><published>2010-01-02T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:51:14.861-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-02T00:51:14.861-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which was the best month for you?&lt;br /&gt;
I really like February because there was my birthday, Star Search and the Fashion Show. :) Also May because it was grad activity galore!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Which month(s) was the worst?&lt;br /&gt;
October hands down. Mid terms :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What was the most significant thing that happened this year?&lt;br /&gt;
Hm, meeting a lot of new people and closure on some friendships.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What person had the most impact on your life this year?&lt;br /&gt;
Renita Lam Lam Lam.&lt;br /&gt;
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What was the best concert that you attended?&lt;br /&gt;
Britney or Jonas. Britney or Jonas. I cannot decide. They were both so good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What was your biggest challenge of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;
Starting University definitely. Going from a small school to such a respected huge school.&lt;br /&gt;
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What moments stand out to you the most?&lt;br /&gt;
Grad. Summer!&lt;br /&gt;
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What bands did you listen to the most?&lt;br /&gt;
John Mayer. Not a band but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a scale of 1-10, 2009 was:&lt;br /&gt;
7&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DID YOU...&lt;br /&gt;
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Meet anyone special?&lt;br /&gt;
"Special" as in boyfriend, no. But special people, yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Get close to someone you didn’t expect to?&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah definitely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have a relationship for more than 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
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Experience the death of a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;
Mhm&lt;br /&gt;
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Get in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
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Lose a friend?&lt;br /&gt;
For sure, plenty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regret doing something?&lt;br /&gt;
Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Accomplish a goal?&lt;br /&gt;
Hahah, sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Learn something new?&lt;br /&gt;
Of courseee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Get arrested?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
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Get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go to a party?&lt;br /&gt;
Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The New Year: 2010&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is your New Year’s resolution?&lt;br /&gt;
Haven't thought about it yet. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you keep your resolution from last year?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think I had one..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think things will be different in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;
I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you want most out of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;
A lot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think 2010 will be better than 2009?&lt;br /&gt;
I definitely hope so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anything you are particularly looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;
The Olympics, turning 19 and JOHN FRICKIN' MAYER BABE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-8351625554063651409?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8351625554063651409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=8351625554063651409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8351625554063651409?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8351625554063651409?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2010/01/which-was-best-month-for-you-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MMQnk8cCp7ImA9WxBRFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-8765228539815518189</id><published>2010-01-01T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:18:03.778-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-01T21:18:03.778-08:00</app:edited><title>That night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;this song reminds me of that night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;she don't want a man man man man man,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;she just wants to dance dance dance dance dance,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;she don't want a man man,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;she just wants to dance dance on the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"girl you need to cool out 'cause you're not that hot, I'm just playin', I'm just hatin'. girl, you're way too hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She Don't Want A Man - Asher Roth Feat. Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;but..&lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(yes, you) not hot at all. ICK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-8765228539815518189?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8765228539815518189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=8765228539815518189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8765228539815518189?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8765228539815518189?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-night.html' title='That night.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8MQn4-eyp7ImA9WxBRFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2819629871419387040</id><published>2010-01-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:28:03.053-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-01T19:28:03.053-08:00</app:edited><title>One night.</title><content type='html'>Boy you need to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; cool out&lt;/span&gt;, cause you're &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that hot, that hot, that hot, that hot, that hot...&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2819629871419387040?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2819629871419387040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2819629871419387040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2819629871419387040?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2819629871419387040?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-night.html' title='One night.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4ESHg-cSp7ImA9WxBRE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2417619203648914342</id><published>2010-01-01T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:11:49.659-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-01T04:11:49.659-08:00</app:edited><title>Can we just say the rest with no words?</title><content type='html'>Good To You - Marianas Trench&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(this lyric quote and song title is PERFECT for this post! ahah..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good food, good company, good talks and good times perfectly describes how I spent Christmas. We had a really big feast with turkey, all the fixings! (for me, it made up for my sad lonely Thanksgiving weekend) and cold noodles! Yes, Asian food included. :) Dessert was my favourite. Home-made creme brulee. I torched the top of my own, extra sugar please! Ren, Mich and I stayed up late talking about the drama that's included with living on dorms. It's pretty crazy and I am so glad I don't have to do dorms or have crazy floor-mates! I don't think I can handle all the crap that comes along with it. I spent the last few days cleaning my room and house and shopping. For boxing day this year, I actually didn't get up early like I usually do. Instead, I took the Canada Line from Cambie to downtown at around 2 in the afternoon. All I got on boxing day was the Le Sac dress from AA which I wanted for a while now and it was 20% off. I actually got more stuff yesterday with Janet downtown at Urban Outfitters. They still have their boxing day sale but when I went on the 26th, it was PACKED and crazy. They still have a bunch of good deals if you look.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture time :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzybNWAi8pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UGPLbuDlZck/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzybNWAi8pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UGPLbuDlZck/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Christmas time midnight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Christmas cookies for Santa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Milk and cookies for Santa on Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(VAN2010, you ready?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Taken on the Cap. Suspension Bridge for Canyon Lights. Freeezinggg and dark.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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UPDATE: It's officially 2010 right now as I post this. 4:11 AM. January 1st, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy new year! All the best!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2417619203648914342?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2417619203648914342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2417619203648914342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2417619203648914342?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2417619203648914342?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-we-just-say-rest-with-no-words.html' title='Can we just say the rest with no words?'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzybNWAi8pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UGPLbuDlZck/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUNQnw6fSp7ImA9WxBSGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-4420058665970331250</id><published>2009-12-27T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:51:33.215-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-27T14:51:33.215-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I like Rihanna's new tattoo saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Never a failure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Always a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-4420058665970331250?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4420058665970331250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=4420058665970331250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4420058665970331250?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4420058665970331250?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-rihannas-new-tattoo-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAGQHs-eyp7ImA9WxBSFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-9096252739080946948</id><published>2009-12-22T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:32:01.553-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-22T00:32:01.553-08:00</app:edited><title>Nothing makes sense, nothing makes sense anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nothing is right, nothing is right when you're gone. Who I Am - Nick Jonas And The Administration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzCAl7Z77xI/AAAAAAAAARs/5dicF0pQVfY/s1600-h/091207_161855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzCAl7Z77xI/AAAAAAAAARs/5dicF0pQVfY/s320/091207_161855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Sunet. Camera phone :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm finally done! This is going to be short. But I went downtown right after my exam to do some Christmas shopping. We went to Aldo 'cause I want boots for Christmas. I wear my short brown boots almost everyday and they're worn down in the back. But I was fooling around while my sister was trying on boots and tried on these platforms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzCBYDCadkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2Bj4P-LkV40/s1600-h/091221_200025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzCBYDCadkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2Bj4P-LkV40/s320/091221_200025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It was taken at a weird angle, so it looks funny in that picture. But aren't these so crazy and cute? I usually don't like animal print but this snake print looks so good on these shoes. And it's gray. Gray is probably my colour. I don't know why I love any clothing / shoes gray but I just automatically do. I think they're about five inches tall but about 3 inches with the hidden platform. I kind of fell in love with these ridiculous pair of shoes. Don't they look good with just a dark wash pair of jeggings? My sister and mom hate my shoe style and the fact that I buy really high heels, just because they look good. I apparently was trying on shoes that made my leg look fat but I liked the silhouette. Anyways, the shape reminded me of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Xj0NTXp-Y8/SwSMQ4dmA8I/AAAAAAAABHo/u-DRkRswwbU/s640/jeffrey-campbell-tick-wedge-03.jpg"&gt;Jeffrey Campbell Tick wedge.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;AH, love. When these babies go on sale, I might have to get them despite the protest. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't plan on going out during this Christmas break. I just want to be supportive and there. I want to bake a lot. I realized how much I miss that and how little time I have to do that during school. First though, I need to clean my room. Gosh, I can't believe how messy I let it get during finals. I also need a haircut (I know I said I had to go get one BEFORE finals but I never got around to doing that). And lastly, I want to hopefully look for a job and all that jazz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-9096252739080946948?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/9096252739080946948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=9096252739080946948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/9096252739080946948?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/9096252739080946948?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-makes-sense-nothing-makes-sense.html' title='Nothing makes sense, nothing makes sense anymore'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SzCAl7Z77xI/AAAAAAAAARs/5dicF0pQVfY/s72-c/091207_161855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EHRH0_cSp7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-6736648296509093510</id><published>2009-12-18T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:13:55.349-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-18T16:13:55.349-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>I'm at school right now, sitting at Irving. It &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sucks getting bad news over the phone, AT school, or any public place in general. But I still have 3 more days of studying to go and I have to push through. And there's a week until Christmas. I'm not in holiday mode or spirit to say the least. I just want exams to be over. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-6736648296509093510?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6736648296509093510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=6736648296509093510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/6736648296509093510?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/6736648296509093510?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-at-school-right-now-sitting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUGSXk_cCp7ImA9WxBSEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-1140545636956777910</id><published>2009-12-17T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:23:48.748-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-17T00:23:48.748-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>In the midst of exam stress (2 more to go!), I think I learned something tonight that school will &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; teach me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's not goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's a goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;We will see you in eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-1140545636956777910?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1140545636956777910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=1140545636956777910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/1140545636956777910?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/1140545636956777910?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-midst-of-exam-stress-2-more-to-go-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EBQXgyeip7ImA9WxBTFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2285597981464669936</id><published>2009-12-11T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:07:30.692-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-11T23:07:30.692-08:00</app:edited><title>So what if it hurts me? So what if I break down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyM_or7fbCI/AAAAAAAAARk/GEsaGtbRI5U/s1600-h/2009-12-11+12-08-30.486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyM_or7fbCI/AAAAAAAAARk/GEsaGtbRI5U/s320/2009-12-11+12-08-30.486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHAT UP WINTER? I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.(except&amp;nbsp;please no snow until AFTER my finals, kthx.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is me having to bus to school today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;stay on campus for ABOUT 10 mins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then leaving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My poor daddy slipped on ice and there's a HUGE bruise on his cheekbone. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2285597981464669936?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2285597981464669936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2285597981464669936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2285597981464669936?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2285597981464669936?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-what-if-it-hurts-me-so-what-if-i.html' title='So what if it hurts me? So what if I break down?'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyM_or7fbCI/AAAAAAAAARk/GEsaGtbRI5U/s72-c/2009-12-11+12-08-30.486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YASX8yfip7ImA9WxBTFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-3095396305204314885</id><published>2009-12-11T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:45:48.196-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-11T00:45:48.196-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><title>Did the captain of the Titanic cry?</title><content type='html'>Someday We'll Know - Mandy Moore Feat. Jon Foreman&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyHqr6xsSpI/AAAAAAAAARc/haf6susIhbA/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyHqr6xsSpI/AAAAAAAAARc/haf6susIhbA/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(love &amp;lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm getting sick of libraries. I've been to one 3 of the last 4 days. Pretty exciting, I know. One of those days, I decided to stay home and I was unproductive. I took a 4 hour nap after getting up at 11. Terrible. Yeah, so libraries are good, but I'm sick of them. I know I said before I love Koerner. I still do. But honestly, bussing one hour to go study and then bussing an hour back..not ideal. I'm just sick of being surrounded by books! I went to Metro twice and it's very..brown. So gloomy and depressing. McGill is so much better to study at. I went there today after chem final, after eating Pho at where Robert Pattinson and crew were at a few weeks ago! Viet coffee is strong..I woke up at 4:30 AM this morning, a little freaked out and I was DEAD on the bus going back home but after that coffee, I'm still so alert, even right now. I do believe I'm going to study some economics. To make up for slack off time at the library today. Never go study with a group when one person has no study material and is just there to chillz it. It turns into drawing pictures of hairstyles and looking at videos and pictures on cell phones. Kay, time for elasticity and short run cost curves. 10 MORE DAYS! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-3095396305204314885?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3095396305204314885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=3095396305204314885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/3095396305204314885?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/3095396305204314885?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-captain-of-titanic-cry.html' title='Did the captain of the Titanic cry?'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SyHqr6xsSpI/AAAAAAAAARc/haf6susIhbA/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMHQn44eip7ImA9WxBTEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2548341033981531072</id><published>2009-12-08T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:00:33.032-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-08T02:00:33.032-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title>I won't even start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sx4jF5ytv7I/AAAAAAAAARU/RH71UEZNOsk/s1600-h/David+Choi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sx4jF5ytv7I/AAAAAAAAARU/RH71UEZNOsk/s320/David+Choi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When we broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I haven't seen you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feels like a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes it still hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I always get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still got a piece of you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's always there no matter where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So if I ever see you on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll pretend that I didn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And turn my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No use in small talk anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because if I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then I'll have to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And thatll break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I wont even start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wont even start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wish you luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I wish it true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuz you'll probably find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah it's hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Won't Even Start" - David Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2548341033981531072?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2548341033981531072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2548341033981531072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2548341033981531072?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2548341033981531072?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wont-even-start.html' title='I won&apos;t even start...'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sx4jF5ytv7I/AAAAAAAAARU/RH71UEZNOsk/s72-c/David+Choi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkANQXkzfyp7ImA9WxBTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-7108529962034239417</id><published>2009-12-06T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:46:30.787-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-06T21:46:30.787-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks'/><title>I'm throwing on my Louboutins...</title><content type='html'>Louboutins - Jessica Lopez&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxyVbgSuDDI/AAAAAAAAARM/iUMOJpEzwkU/s1600-h/BL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxyVbgSuDDI/AAAAAAAAARM/iUMOJpEzwkU/s640/BL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I had $2000 to spare...you know. I would like these shoes please.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christian Louboutins "Coussin" cage booties - Spring/Summer 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-7108529962034239417?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7108529962034239417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=7108529962034239417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/7108529962034239417?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/7108529962034239417?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-throwing-on-my-louboutins.html' title='I&apos;m throwing on my Louboutins...'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxyVbgSuDDI/AAAAAAAAARM/iUMOJpEzwkU/s72-c/BL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08HQHw-cCp7ImA9WxNaGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-7132387636945457936</id><published>2009-12-03T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:50:31.258-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-03T21:50:31.258-08:00</app:edited><title>Walking tall against the rain</title><content type='html'>Run This Town - Jay Z Feat. Rihanna, Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sxhd4ztXpOI/AAAAAAAAARE/ElzTfIFpR9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sxhd4ztXpOI/AAAAAAAAARE/ElzTfIFpR9Y/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(6:30 AM. woo..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AHH. Can't believe that classes are ALMOST over. I just have 2 classes tomorrow, then I'm done. 5 hour break in between them...SO I'm planning on going to the American Apparel rummage sale. It's going to be crazy busy. Anyways, can you believe..the first time I've "gone out" was last week...since the beginning of the year. By going out I mean all dressed up to go have fun and not worry about anything. Wow, that's pretty sad. But yeah, I went to this dinner dance thing and it was good to be out. I met a lot of people from North...who kind of know people from Alpha and let's just say, don't LOVE them. Yeeeah, weird connections, awkward connections. My friend who's going to NY tomorrow for a week connections..yeah, weird kind of story there..Like I said before, I'm glad to be away from all that. I'm glad most of my high school decided on that school up the mountain. I haven't completely escaped. It's pretty ridiculous that someone from your high school would talk crap about you on the first day, orientation day to someone that they just met. And it's pretty funny how you find out later on from the person she told. It's laughable really. Amusing. I'm not being sarcastic because what else can you do but turn it into a positive thing? Oh yeah, someone's still talking about me. Awesome. I'm famous. Hahaha, kidding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-7132387636945457936?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7132387636945457936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=7132387636945457936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/7132387636945457936?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/7132387636945457936?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/walking-tall-against-rain.html' title='Walking tall against the rain'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/Sxhd4ztXpOI/AAAAAAAAARE/ElzTfIFpR9Y/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkADQXY_eCp7ImA9WxNaGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-4506588044609466907</id><published>2009-12-03T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:06:10.840-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-03T02:06:10.840-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shallow moments'/><title>L-O-V-E is just another word I never learned to pronounce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Starstrukk - 3OH!3 Feat. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeLLDM9h9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x0PMgnNjGm4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeLLDM9h9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x0PMgnNjGm4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeLLDM9h9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x0PMgnNjGm4/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8-9:30AM classes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;beautiful&amp;nbsp;sunny&amp;nbsp;weather results&amp;nbsp;to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;top&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;levi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeL_oAfYlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zqVfeqAHcQo/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeL_oAfYlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zqVfeqAHcQo/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kill them with kindness"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ring - F21.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(wanted a 2 finger ring for so long now..picked up 2 at F21. This one and another one which is a bird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mom - "what's that" (points to rings on desk)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me - "rings.."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mom - "no they're not.."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me - "yeah!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mom - "how do you wear them??"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me - "it's goes on 2 fingers.."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mom - "but you can't move your fingers!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...you can't really if I wear them on my index and middle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to type with them on. But it's so cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-4506588044609466907?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4506588044609466907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=4506588044609466907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4506588044609466907?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4506588044609466907?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/12/l-o-v-e-is-just-another-word-i-never.html' title='L-O-V-E is just another word I never learned to pronounce.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxeLLDM9h9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x0PMgnNjGm4/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDSXk7eSp7ImA9WxNaFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-6812705148749544217</id><published>2009-11-28T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:01:18.701-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-28T22:01:18.701-08:00</app:edited><title>My arms get cold in February air</title><content type='html'>February Air - Lights&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I miss weather like this...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm home! Unpacking went well today. Everything's out of suitcases and whatnot. I'm not tired, it's almost 2 AM. Last night, I stayed up until almost 5 AM, finishing up My Sister's Keeper. I watched the movie before I read the book and the book shocked me. Completely different ending from the movie. Yeah, so I only got about 4 hours of sleep because I woke up and finished packing my stuff there. I love the airport and I waited there while my dad and Auntie Kay went back to get my dad's van so the suitcases could all fit. I called Renita when I got there and she was by Starbucks so I went to find her. When she saw me, she RAN across the little food court area and gave me a giant hug. It was really sweet until she kept on holding onto me, then it just got embarrassing. I almost fell over. But it felt like one of those movie airport scenes. Haha, movies are why I love airports. But also, I don't know. I just love the atmosphere and the hustle and bustle of airports. It's so exciting, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-6812705148749544217?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6812705148749544217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=6812705148749544217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/6812705148749544217?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/6812705148749544217?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-arms-get-cold-in-february-air.html' title='My arms get cold in February air'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SxIOFEe83oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HT55hJ7fcJI/s72-c/Eng+Bay5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cHSXg_eSp7ImA9WxNbF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-5644385221698280441</id><published>2009-11-21T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:23:58.641-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-21T02:23:58.641-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing myself to appear to be perfect is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to have all the answers to solve other’s problems,&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t have to be constantly available for others.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to be real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-5644385221698280441?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/5644385221698280441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=5644385221698280441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/5644385221698280441?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/5644385221698280441?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/pushing-myself-to-appear-to-be-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08AQHw5eip7ImA9WxNbF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2730451881703901976</id><published>2009-11-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:37:21.222-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-21T02:37:21.222-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title>1, 2, 3, 4. Tell me that you love me more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;13 RANDOM THINGS THAT I LIKE &lt;br /&gt;
- my camera, and taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;
- sodoku puzzles &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;- apple juice with perrier water&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;- chewing on ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;
- hockey&lt;br /&gt;
- airports&lt;br /&gt;
- sunsets&lt;br /&gt;
- dresses, cardigans and scarves&lt;br /&gt;
- my journal, writing&lt;br /&gt;
- song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;
- sharpie pens&lt;br /&gt;
- fruits&lt;br /&gt;
- the dead silence of winter, when it's snowing&lt;br /&gt;
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12 GOOD MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;
- (500) Days Of Summer&lt;br /&gt;
- Juno&lt;br /&gt;
- Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;
- 13 Going On 30&lt;br /&gt;
- Crash&lt;br /&gt;
- The Guardian&lt;br /&gt;
- Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;
- The Wedding Planner&lt;br /&gt;
- Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;
- Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A Lot Like Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- External Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;
- Disney classics&lt;br /&gt;
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11 FANTASTIC SONGS  .. Ah, too many to name. I'll list my 11 favourites RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;
- Hurtful - Erik Hassle&lt;br /&gt;
- Battle Studies (all songs!) -John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Everybody Loves me - One Republic&lt;br /&gt;
- Details In the Fabric - Jason Mraz, James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;
- Ice - Lights&lt;br /&gt;
- Tik Tok - Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;
- Untouchable - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;
- Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;
- The Saltwater Room - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;
- Silent War - A Fine Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Won't Even Start - David Choi&lt;br /&gt;
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10 PHYSICAL TRAITS&lt;br /&gt;
- long fingers&lt;br /&gt;
- skinny ankles. skankles? haha.&lt;br /&gt;
- slight 'swimmer's body' or broad shoulders hah.&lt;br /&gt;
- fish lips&lt;br /&gt;
- dyed dark brown hair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- birth mark on left eyelid&lt;br /&gt;
- short fingernails, always.&lt;br /&gt;
- small feet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- long arms&lt;br /&gt;
- good enough for me teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
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9 THINGS I DO EVERY DAY&lt;br /&gt;
- brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;
- text&lt;br /&gt;
- eat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- internet&lt;br /&gt;
- homework..&lt;br /&gt;
- music time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- tv&lt;br /&gt;
- shower&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sleep&lt;br /&gt;
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8 FAVORITE FOODS&lt;br /&gt;
- green tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;
- frozen yogurt&lt;br /&gt;
- greek salad&lt;br /&gt;
- pho&lt;br /&gt;
- sushi&lt;br /&gt;
- popcorn&lt;br /&gt;
- apple slices with Starbucks caramel sauce.&lt;br /&gt;
- tortilla chips and homemade guacamole&lt;br /&gt;
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7 WEBSITES MOST FREQUENTLY VISITED&lt;br /&gt;
- hotmail&lt;br /&gt;
- Perez&lt;br /&gt;
- VancouverSun.com&lt;br /&gt;
- YouTube&lt;br /&gt;
- Canucks.com&lt;br /&gt;
- Various makeup / fashion blogs&lt;br /&gt;
- Sidereel.com&lt;br /&gt;
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6 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME&lt;br /&gt;
- Walking behind slow walkers&lt;br /&gt;
- Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;
- People that don't have to work for anything. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People that talk during lectures. So much so, the other ACROSS the room can hear. Gah. My biology class annoys me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Facebook. And knowing too much. Refer to past blog posts. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Speidi, Carrie Prejean, Octomom, Jon Gosselin. Okay, these aren't "things" but why are they still famous and why do they come up on the news?&lt;br /&gt;
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5 LIFE GOALS (AKA BUCKET LIST!!)&lt;br /&gt;
- See the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;
- Travel&lt;br /&gt;
- Get married&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get a job&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Africa.&lt;br /&gt;
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4 SHOWS I WATCH (.. ONLY 4?)&lt;br /&gt;
- How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;
- The Office&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;
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3 HOT CELEBRITIES&lt;br /&gt;
- Jailbait Jonas&lt;br /&gt;
- Chace Crawford. Ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;
- James Franco, Joseph-Gordon Levitt, Jackson Rathbone. (All their names start with J, so can't I count them as one?)&lt;br /&gt;
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2 PEOPLE I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;
- family&lt;br /&gt;
- you&lt;br /&gt;
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1 FINAL WORD&lt;br /&gt;
- scandalous (I don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2730451881703901976?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2730451881703901976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2730451881703901976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2730451881703901976?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2730451881703901976?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-2-3-4-tell-me-that-you-love-me-more.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4. Tell me that you love me more.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkACQXYzfyp7ImA9WxNbF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-252829135551781485</id><published>2009-11-20T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:19:20.887-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-21T02:19:20.887-08:00</app:edited><title>I'd pull a sunshine story in the pouring rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody Loves Me - One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to go home soon! In a day, since it's past midnight. I'm excited and it felt like these past 3 weeks went by SO quickly. It's going to be weird adjusting back..I think. I got used to life here. But I like my home in Burnabyyy. I actually have not been back to Burnaby for three weeks. That's really weird! I was actually planning on going home to check up and what not on the weekends. But it takes forever to get back on Transit and the weather did not help at all. Speaking of which, the weather has been insane. I don't mind rain, I'm used to it but I can't stand the wind. Two days ago, I gave up on using my umbrella on my walk home. I had no hood so I got drenched. The wind makes the rain feel like little ice chips hitting your face! It was so strong, there was a point where I literally could not walk. My legs were kind of moving, but I was there in the same spot for about 30 seconds. TWICE! Twice, that happened. I did not bring rain boots here either, just my short leader ones and I'm treating them so badly. Stupid weather! And when I'm trying to sleep here, I can hear the wind and rain very clearly. It's so loud! I woke up in the middle of the night because of it. I should go sleep now. SEE ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-252829135551781485?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/252829135551781485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=252829135551781485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/252829135551781485?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/252829135551781485?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-pull-sunshine-story-in-pouring-rain.html' title='I&apos;d pull a sunshine story in the pouring rain'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YESH4zeyp7ImA9WxNbEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-4380959242995187662</id><published>2009-11-14T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:38:29.083-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-14T17:38:29.083-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><title>Your ego is getting old. How did you get so cold.</title><content type='html'>Ice - Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A summary of my week: week "two" over and midterms are over and I went on a rare shopping trip. Retail therapy. Awesome. I went downtown yesterday. I'm a "Beauty Insider" so I got a coupon for 20% off my purchases. Picked up a crapload of things and I don't like something that I got. (Good job for not testing it out in stores...) but apparently Sephora has an excellen return policy so I'm going to take it back! Makeup's just a hobby for me. An expensive hobby. I like playing around with it. I also went shopping at school. I know, that's lame. But we have a Shoppers on campus and I got some more makeup on sale. I went to UO too and I saw the dress that I wanted for Artona (wow, a year and a month ago) and it was on sale. It's so cute. And there were some gorgeous Deena &amp;amp; Ozzy and Jeffrey Campbell heels on sale! Some of them were $10 and Nike high tops were $20 .. except none were in my size. Renita sent me pictures of the shoes she got me in HK. They got me new Pumas, gold ones. Renita made it sound like she got the EXACT style that I had (Future Cats) but they're not the same. Thank goodness. My old, old pair Pumas slowly became my "work" shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly haven't gone shopping since I think...September. Haha, this is how I'm justifying it. The last time I went to Metrotown and actually went INTO a shop...summer. I wish I could have time to go to Forever 21. But mm..I like downtown and it's really close to where I am right now. I like shopping downtown alone. You kind of have to get over the awkward factor of walking around alone but I mean, I know what I like. Sometimes it's just better to get in, get out. Haha, I think the next time I will go shopping is probably after finals. I NEED a hair trim badly, and this HAS to happen before term ends. My hair is halfway down my back. But when I bring it to the front, it doesn't seem as long. I'm still going to grow it out! I want it to the end of my ribcage. This is a post of nothingness, so I'm going to label it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-4380959242995187662?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4380959242995187662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=4380959242995187662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4380959242995187662?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/4380959242995187662?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-ego-is-getting-old-how-did-you-get.html' title='Your ego is getting old. How did you get so cold.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cBSXg8fCp7ImA9WxNbF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-2017563700300237423</id><published>2009-11-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:24:18.674-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-21T02:24:18.674-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title></title><content type='html'>"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Shallow minds discuss people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I saw this off someone's twitter a LONG time ago. And was unsuccessful in finding the exact quote until now. I read it off of Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul II. It's food for thought.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-2017563700300237423?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2017563700300237423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=2017563700300237423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2017563700300237423?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/2017563700300237423?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-minds-discuss-ideas_07.html' title=''/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8ARH07cCp7ImA9WxNUFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-8430641253067065641</id><published>2009-11-06T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:24:05.308-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-07T21:24:05.308-08:00</app:edited><title>Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iYqf4V0ZlU" target="_top"&gt;Half Of My Heart - John Mayer feat. Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT AND JOHN MAYER. ah, my two favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not using my own computer (since that's at home..) so I don't have any pictures. (You know...how I usually put up a picture before my blog..anyways yeah) My parent's Canon came in the mail here but it doesn't come with a SD memory card! WHAA. Not even a really small memory one. Yeah, and they took my camera AND all of my memory cards to HK. I'm so jealous of their camera. It's kind of like my camera but it's so cute and obviously has better features. I asked my mom if I could trade with them over the phone..she said no. I'm pretty content right now. I miss my fam jam a lot. I'm home sick..well, house sick. Family-sick. And it feels weird if I haven't talked to them in a day..like today. Since I got home late from a mid-term and they're probably out already. It's afternoon for them right now. It's been a week (school week) here and I've gotten used to the commute now. Busses here frustrate me though. It's so infrequent and doesn't come when it says it will. Argh. Very unlike the 84. I like it here though, I guess. I have my own computer room, study room, bed room and washroom. Almost like living in my own apartment. HAHA, just kidding. I like walking straight from my bed to the connecting washroom, showering and getting ready. Better than home! It's also veryyy quiet. I'm not used to this at all. Honestly, it feels so weird not having my mom pop her head in my room and bugging me every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to Koerner Library the last few days because my two hour break is right after English in the Math Building, which is right behind Koerner. Kind of "far" from everything else but I like it there. I go upstairs to the 6th floor and TRY to sit by the window. It's a quiet study area so I read or do homework. Or borrow a laptop from the library and go online there. I got fined the other day for $160! I received an email saying I bought it back late but there was nooo way. Because I have class and I return it before class. So I had to file an appeal. There's no more outstanding fee on my account so I guess they realized it was a mistake. Anyways, I love it by the window. Every hour, there's a rush of people because class ends. I like watching it. I think I can sit there all day with a cup of Starbucks and my books. Call me a loner for wanting to be alone all the time but whatevss. I like being alone. I think I'm going to go there after classes end and study for finals there. Eeep. That's in a month! Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-8430641253067065641?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8430641253067065641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=8430641253067065641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8430641253067065641?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8430641253067065641?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-of-my-hearts-got-grip-on-situation.html' title='Half of my heart&apos;s got a grip on the situation.'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4ER3oycSp7ImA9WxNUE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-959939532747301929</id><published>2009-11-04T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:45:06.499-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-04T11:45:06.499-08:00</app:edited><title>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just found out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John Mayer in VANCOUVER. April 1st. I am so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presales, here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-959939532747301929?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/959939532747301929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=959939532747301929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/959939532747301929?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/959939532747301929?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUEQXc_eSp7ImA9WxNUEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992625458642207197.post-8481788316722594786</id><published>2009-10-31T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:16:40.941-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-01T23:16:40.941-08:00</app:edited><title>All the right friends, in all the right places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yeah we're going down. All The Right Moves - OneRepublic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SuzmHFkOmBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g47mpaGBxT8/s1600-h/IMG_5901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SuzmHFkOmBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g47mpaGBxT8/s320/IMG_5901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943062737983506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeee. more crows. the story behind this: an abnormal number of crows on my walk home, come home, grab camera and went on a walk around my neighbourhood.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I remember Halloween of '08. A LOT can happen and change in a year. My time is really screw-y right now with daylight savings..I gained an extra hour to clean and pack. SO, gift of time? Heck yes. I'm tired. Audrea was over until 1..which technically...I don't even know anymore. We had chocolate cake and hot chocolate which makes us like 40 year old depressed single ladies. Hah, kidding. We sat and talked andI love our talks. Mm. RL squared half came home at midnight! She's leaving on Monday..and my parents left me already. It's going to be a weird three weeks ahead of me. I don't know what to expect. I've never been away from family for so long. And it's just so weird how this time .. last year, it was one of the hardest month of my life.  It kind of sucks actually. Isn't it weird how I remember the exact date of when it happened? Why do I remember such stupid dates? I thought about it on a long bus ride. It's not the best to think about stuff like that when you're in a public place. It was sunny that day though, I was wearing sunglasses. All was good. I remember what I did that day though. I went to the UBC Farm. Man, it is FAR. It took us half an hour to get there..and we took a bus too. When we were going there though, we walked and turned right instead of going straight. We wanted to cut through this fence, and we saw ostriches in a pen instead! Weird huh. Ostriches at UBC. I THINK it was part of the UBC Animal Care Center though. We did some blackberry vine clearing and my forearm looks like some emo kid's arm. I counted 16 red, angry scratches on one arm, 5 on the other and 5 on my legs. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt and long pants too. It doesn't look that bad anymore, all the blood's washed off. I just have a bunch of red marks. THANK GOODNESS it was a sunny day though. Hearing about people's day on Thursday, well, I was thankful. (Update: November 1st) Wow, it's November already. I had insomia last night or something. I just could not fall asleep. I fell asleep for an hour between 3 to 4 and I just watched HIMYM on my computer until 7 am. I think that's what happened... Remember what I talked about last blog post? That adrenaline rush, anxiety that I felt? In my LFS class, our TA was actually talking about having high levels of cortisol. Which, as he was listing out all the symptoms, realized that it was probably what it was. It's common because of high levels of stress and anxiety. Oh I cannot wait until this term is over! I'm tired. I packed a lot, cleaned my house, did 2 loads of laudry and did online quizzes and catch up. All in 6 hours.  Dust allergy gave me asthma problems and I can't stop coughing. Ugh, I do not feel good right now. Alright. Calling it quits. Tomorrow is going to be like the first day of school again. Kind of. New bus route to figure out. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992625458642207197-8481788316722594786?l=mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8481788316722594786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992625458642207197&amp;postID=8481788316722594786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8481788316722594786?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992625458642207197/posts/default/8481788316722594786?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildhoodsweets.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-right-friends-in-all-right-places.html' title='All the right friends, in all the right places'/><author><name>mychildhoodsweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01094149959388656221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11469395056777893563'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pphg_Y02Lw/SuzmHFkOmBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g47mpaGBxT8/s72-c/IMG_5901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>