<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YFRHY5cCp7ImA9Wx5UF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934</id><updated>2010-10-21T17:58:35.828-07:00</updated><title>a little bit of randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YFRHY_fCp7ImA9Wx5UF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-3065880687071899692</id><published>2010-10-21T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:58:35.844-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-21T17:58:35.844-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southpark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title>Something fresh, Something New!</title><content type='html'>So in addition to my ramblings on this blog, I've decided to also do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Music/Youtube/TV Show/ Movie / Make-up Reviews!&lt;/span&gt; Huzzah! So here goes my first post as.. whatever! Spoiler Alert maybe needed. So be warned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TV SHOWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I only watched Modern Family &amp;amp; Southpark so here are my two cents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MODERN FAMILY: "Unplugged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TMDegtl-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/XXpsfjy8HiY/s1600/vlcsnap-79083.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TMDegtl-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/XXpsfjy8HiY/s320/vlcsnap-79083.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530664995987022738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special in my opinion, just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lighthearted&lt;/span&gt; modern family episode. I could actually relate to this one because the Dunphy family was doing this contest of how long they could outlast each other on technology. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(ME = DYING WITHOUT FACEBOOK)&lt;/span&gt; Cam and Mitch try to find Lily a nice preschool by using their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gays with asian baby"&lt;/span&gt; hilarious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;/span&gt;modern family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/2jx9L6BGQXxgpb3SZRHmfA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/2jx9L6BGQXxgpb3SZRHmfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUTHPARK: "Insheeption"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TMDeoqCvjDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x3Ew0ogvjWI/s1600/vlcsnap-79431.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TMDeoqCvjDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x3Ew0ogvjWI/s320/vlcsnap-79431.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530665132472896562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cheesus. Of course no Southpark would be complete &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without a reference to SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;. In this episode, they pretty much parodied &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;INCEPTION with some FREDDY KRUGAR. MMKAYY? &lt;/span&gt;As always, it was funny at some parts and just "no." at others.  But I think I seriously died at the part where the guy provides the "background" music for the dream stories. Man I wish that actually happened in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southparkstudios.com/full-episodes/s14e10-insheeption"&gt;WATCH THE FULL EPISODE OF SOUTHPARK "INSHEEPTION" HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In music news, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift's Song "Mean"&lt;/span&gt; is quite catchy. It shows a more of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"country" &lt;/span&gt;side of her where I haven't really heard yet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check it out if you're into that kind of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K4ZmFPnDHE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K4ZmFPnDHE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I guess that's it for today. See ya'll for tomorrow on my review on the BIG BANG THEORY, 30 ROCK, PLAYFUL KISS, JERSEY SHORE, and any music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In life news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I knew I had made the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; decision on quitting Facebook. I walked into my writing lab and I saw this guy that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;looked familiar.&lt;/span&gt; Then I realized, oh gosh I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"friended"&lt;/span&gt; him a couple years ago, but never saw him in person or even talked to him on Facebook. And so I sat down in awkwardness. Because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"knew" &lt;/span&gt;him from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;creeping/statuses/pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-3065880687071899692?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/3065880687071899692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-fresh-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3065880687071899692?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3065880687071899692?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-fresh-something-new.html' title='Something fresh, Something New!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TMDegtl-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/XXpsfjy8HiY/s72-c/vlcsnap-79083.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4NSH09fip7ImA9Wx5UFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-6378547235966349079</id><published>2010-10-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:36:39.366-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-20T23:36:39.366-07:00</app:edited><title>I QUIT FACEBOOK YEAH!</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while. AGAIN. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frankly,&lt;/span&gt; nothing has been going on. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woopdedoo.&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been with friends in like a month. I'm actually used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THINGS I LIKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* My Girlfriend is a Gumiho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dongdrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/My-Girlfriend-is-a-Gumiho-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 524px;" src="http://www.dongdrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/My-Girlfriend-is-a-Gumiho-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Playful Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Mischievous-Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Mischievous-Kiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;* The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/tv/posters/big_bang_theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;* Fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fringe-forum.com/forums/images/img/lc_fringe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 392px;" src="http://www.fringe-forum.com/forums/images/img/lc_fringe5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;* Amazing Race&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/127_amazing_race_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/127_amazing_race_468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* 30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30rock.webz.cz/img/wall/30rock_ofi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 373px;" src="http://30rock.webz.cz/img/wall/30rock_ofi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have replaced my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TV shows&lt;/span&gt;. Quite sad. OH and I have quite &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why? Because I need to stop creeping on people who have lives, while I have none. It seems like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm sulking... &lt;/span&gt;well I'm not. I am quite content right now. Just feed me and I'll be happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so I don't sound like a COMPLETE loner. I do talk to people still... Like I talk to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; two &lt;/span&gt;people daily. So yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-6378547235966349079?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/6378547235966349079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-quit-facebook-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/6378547235966349079?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/6378547235966349079?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-quit-facebook-yeah.html' title='I QUIT FACEBOOK YEAH!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMBRX8_cSp7ImA9Wx5XE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-8686682968315529621</id><published>2010-09-12T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:07:34.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-12T12:07:34.149-07:00</app:edited><title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>It's my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; yay! I'm 18 now! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOO. &lt;/span&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; that much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways short post because I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; got other things to do.&lt;/span&gt; :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saddening right?&lt;/span&gt; On my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my rant from yesterday, I think I finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;got it.&lt;/span&gt; It doesn't matter to me anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;True colors&lt;/span&gt; just spewed out from within and I witnessed it. People &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; me. People &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; listen to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm craving some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Korean BBQ&lt;/span&gt; right now. :( I want some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-8686682968315529621?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/8686682968315529621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8686682968315529621?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8686682968315529621?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQNQHw5eyp7ImA9Wx5XEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-5653658618492737496</id><published>2010-09-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:59:51.223-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-11T14:59:51.223-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The only friend I need is myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 9/11 means my birthday is tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt; So today I'm supposed to be having a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"get together" &lt;/span&gt;with my friends and I invited 13 of who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt; were my closest friends. Close?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not so much anymore. &lt;/span&gt;Only about most of them bailed out and now there are 4-5 left going. God this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;stupid. &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I planned this forever. I made sure and asked them that today they would be free. All of them said yes. Which is why I planned it today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Epic retardation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you make a promise.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; I EXPECT YOU TO KEEP THEM.&lt;/span&gt; I mean that's the rule right? If I ever make a promise, I will try my ultimate best to keep it. Otherwise you just made yourself another empty promise and you have no more credibility whatsoever. Also, if you break a promise you also&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; lose my respect &lt;/span&gt;in the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Jesus. I know this rant just going on and on. But seriously I really thought I had solid friends. And I know it sounds like I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blaming&lt;/span&gt; them for everything, but I think I should take part blame because I actually believed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm over it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lesson learned. &lt;/span&gt;Pick better friends in the future and not those who use you for random crap. KTHXBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-5653658618492737496?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/5653658618492737496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5653658618492737496?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5653658618492737496?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUEQ3g9fip7ImA9Wx5QF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-4063702315498277606</id><published>2010-09-03T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:16:42.666-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-05T17:16:42.666-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>My Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sometimes a dream is what makes us a slave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coming up&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THE COMING OF AGE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adulthood. &lt;/span&gt;Does it scare me?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No. &lt;/span&gt;Does it mean I'll finally stand up to that beast of a monster that I call mom? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;Even greater news is that the perfect child will come here for Christmas. Oh joy. I have prepared my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;invisible coat&lt;/span&gt;, in case I ever need to hide of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my quote from above describes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;. All throughout high school I was led to believe that my dream was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;one thing&lt;/span&gt; (be come the greatest doctor/humanitarian/awesomestpersonever) and I tried my hardiest by working my ass off in everything I did. I guess you can say I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"slaving"&lt;/span&gt; over what my mother wanted. (or what I believe she wanted anyways) Even now, when I have given up that dream for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; another dream&lt;/span&gt;. (don't worry, this one is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my very own dream&lt;/span&gt;) I have to walk on eggshells not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upset &lt;/span&gt;my family. Am I dying inside? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; It's annoying to have my mom think I don't have any goals or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;aspirations.&lt;/span&gt; So she is pushing me to become a pharmacist. Sorry to burst your bubble mom, again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT IS YOUR DREAM.&lt;/span&gt; She always spys on me and tells me "not to play." Um. Hello. I'm almost 18, I don't even see my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; that often (that is also an issue), and I haven't been outside except for classes. What does she want me to be? A duplicate of you-know-who? I told my mom once I wanted to be an art major, and I'm sure she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;died inside.&lt;/span&gt; So now I'm working mechanistically to fulfill my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"secret" &lt;/span&gt;dream that no one knows about. I'm taking a chance now. Let's hope it works out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND ON A BRIGHTER NOTE&lt;/span&gt;... here are the things I want in the near future. I guess in a sense, this is a "wishlist for myself" (quite sad really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZu2C89LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n2j_PbVlNpo/s1600/P267200_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZu2C89LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n2j_PbVlNpo/s320/P267200_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512856448939127986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URBAN DECAY NAKED PALETTE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally adore the colors and eyeliner, but I'll probably end up using like half of them. OH WELL. A girl can dream can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZueo00cI/AAAAAAAAADw/AcGelzce23k/s1600/mac-cosmetics-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZueo00cI/AAAAAAAAADw/AcGelzce23k/s320/mac-cosmetics-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512856442655527362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYTHING MAC RELATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably the blushes. I love light, nude pink/peachy blushes. Just gives you a light glow without overdoing it. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZt2yvaEI/AAAAAAAAADo/6VMHal5L_IY/s1600/Laura-Mercier-Tinted-Moisturizer-Oil-Free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZt2yvaEI/AAAAAAAAADo/6VMHal5L_IY/s320/Laura-Mercier-Tinted-Moisturizer-Oil-Free.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512856431959697474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAURA MERCIER TINTED MOISTURIZER IN NUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tested it out, it's pretty light and gives a nice coverage. It could work well on my face. I guess I'll ask sephora for a sample. Too bad it's so expensive ($42!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZtR-m3yI/AAAAAAAAADg/qypxBQnNT1E/s1600/Apple-iphone-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZtR-m3yI/AAAAAAAAADg/qypxBQnNT1E/s320/Apple-iphone-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512856422077357858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPHONE 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said. So smexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J25BakC6qHU/TBnT1vRJm6I/AAAAAAAAB0M/VNnQRT3Ckbs/s400/41470801-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J25BakC6qHU/TBnT1vRJm6I/AAAAAAAAB0M/VNnQRT3Ckbs/s400/41470801-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOREVER 21 STUD&amp;amp;PEARL EARINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted these since forever. But just too lazy to get em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.etilize.com/Large/11967204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://content.etilize.com/Large/11967204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PILOT G-2 05 LEAD PENCILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite lead pencils in life.  You can never have enough of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-4063702315498277606?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/4063702315498277606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/4063702315498277606?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/4063702315498277606?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-wishlist.html' title='My Wishlist'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/TIGZu2C89LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n2j_PbVlNpo/s72-c/P267200_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4NQnY_eyp7ImA9Wx5QEUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-3485173722948165336</id><published>2010-08-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:39:53.843-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-29T14:39:53.843-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><title>THE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, well, well... I haven't updated this blog in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt; I guess I felt like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd do it later." &lt;/span&gt;Yeah procrastinator me. Anyways I feel like this blog will be like a diary... I can look back at it in the future and just laugh? Yeah I DON'T KNOW. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DON'T JUDGE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE WE GO MY LIFE IN THE PAST 3 MONTHS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PROM 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BOMB.&lt;/span&gt; Despite the setbacks and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pessimism&lt;/span&gt;, I say it was quite refreshing. I thought I'd be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; one because I wasn't part of the "wolfpack." (Yes, I call them that because they always travel in packs...like wolves!) But in turn, they all made me feel welcome. My date was... well he was my date. Just kidding, he really is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; too noble&lt;/span&gt;, to a point where I almost hate him for it. But in my mind, I think he wanted to go with someone else? (Again, me being a pessimist.) I don't really want to go through the 5 signs of awkwardness... Oh and afterwards we ate at BCD. LOL. Yes, food is all I ever think about. So here is a picture of what I ate for dinner at this fancy restraunt place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs565.snc3/30879_429600147742_687992742_5629324_2947417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs565.snc3/30879_429600147742_687992742_5629324_2947417_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;GRADUATION / GRAD NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. not much to be said? It is what it is. Grad Night was pretty bomb. When I got home from it, I was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sparkly,&lt;/span&gt; I put Edward Cullen to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CANADA 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable, FUN! It was cold when we got there, which was weird considering it was summer. Okay I admit, I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BIT disappointed&lt;/span&gt; not seeing a person. But I guess it wasn't our time. It has been 10 years... doubt he even remembers me. *cough* JACKIE I know you're laughing inside. Anyways did you know that Canadians have microwaves in the food courts in case you are too cheap to buy the food there? HAHA FTW. here is some proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs036.ash2/35154_442150622742_687992742_5956528_6570948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs036.ash2/35154_442150622742_687992742_5956528_6570948_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they are so eco-friendly, they make you buy EVERYTHING. 25 cents for a plastic bag.. and A DOLLAR TO USE A SHOPPING CART REALLY? OOH and guess what I got? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRY AND WASABI FLAVORED ICE CREAM. From the 200+ favors gelato place. FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs045.snc4/34617_443569847742_687992742_5992708_7386401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs045.snc4/34617_443569847742_687992742_5992708_7386401_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rode a ferry for the first time ever. And I went to Victoria's Secret Garden.. (It's not really called that, it's actually called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Butchart Gardens.&lt;/span&gt;.It's just more fun to say it how I say it) ANYWAYS. Lot's of pretty flowers like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34876_443578267742_687992742_5993213_3235463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs050.snc4/34876_443578267742_687992742_5993213_3235463_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Summer 2010 &lt;/span&gt;has been okay I guess. Did not really do anything memorable, which is a waste. Hung out with a couple people / ate lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm only taking 4/5 classes and each experience is different, so I'll break it down in those classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOC 15:&lt;/span&gt; My first monday night class... LOLOL oh man. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;All girls&lt;/span&gt;, and like 6 and a half guys. I do not know anybody in that class..except oh wait for it... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my ex best friend&lt;/span&gt; from elementary school! Why are we ex best friends you ask? Because I did something stupid and childish by help promote some hate club about her 6 years ago. And now karma has come back to bite me in the ass, but putting us in a sociology class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT KIDS.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder what traumatic experience SHE will talk about. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH 3A: &lt;/span&gt;First day, I did not know a soul. But I guess it doesn't matter because I know the material anyways. But second day was better because my friend petitioned into the class and I became &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;more comfortable&lt;/span&gt;. Math will not be bad at all...because apparently I know way more than anybody else and I'm starting to meet new people. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WR 201: &lt;/span&gt;I know one person in that class. YAY improvement. Not much to say about that class yet, except I don't really think it'll be all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WR 280:&lt;/span&gt; I know the person who works at the front desk... Pretty chill office hours type of class. Will use that time to do my online music. LULZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUS 1: &lt;/span&gt;It's online ... not much to say except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST NOT PROCRASTINATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I see a lot of familiar faces that are from my old high school.. and REALLY old faces from my elementary school friends... Is it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; that I recognize them, but they don't recognize me? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Last thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;YUP. that pretty much sums up everything from the past 3 months. I need a job :( No "deep thought" of the day. Too lazy to think really. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I NEED TO START DOING HWK. GAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-3485173722948165336?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/3485173722948165336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3485173722948165336?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3485173722948165336?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='THE UPDATE'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8BQHg7fCp7ImA9WxFRF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-8885061556152337046</id><published>2010-05-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:54:11.604-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-02T00:54:11.604-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title>AP STUDY TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You see love at first is summer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; That's when you think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every thing's&lt;/span&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever thinks its gonna end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shayne Ward's song "Melt the Snow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is so good. I've been playing it on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;repeat &lt;/span&gt;ever since I've been studying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so excuse my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lack of updates&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; please as I will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;busy studying &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; off. Or I'll stick a post in or two as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"study break"&lt;/span&gt; And now in addition to my test taking, there is another factor of the AP tests that really makes me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; nervous&lt;/span&gt;. :/ In fact, I don't know why I even am nervous for this. But :/ I guess the situation still makes me pretty anxious and jittery. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/27/12/4a02113e6aab__1272758984000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/27/12/4a02113e6aab__1272758984000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MANY BOOKS HUH!? Let's play a game.. GUESS HOW MUCH THAT ALL COSTS -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-8885061556152337046?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/8885061556152337046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ap-study-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8885061556152337046?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8885061556152337046?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ap-study-time.html' title='AP STUDY TIME!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUCQnYycCp7ImA9Wx5QF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-3123717519555916650</id><published>2010-04-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:17:43.898-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-05T17:17:43.898-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>Shaved Ice (YUM!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see,&lt;br /&gt;but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I basically did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;at school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YET AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AP week&lt;/span&gt; starts on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;monday &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lets see the schedule in advance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05/03/10:&lt;/span&gt; AP Poli Sci in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05/05/10: &lt;/span&gt;AP Calc AB in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05/10/10: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL DAY&lt;/span&gt;. AP Music Theory in the Morning, then AP Physics in the afternoon. (I'm guessing I don't get to eat lunch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What AP am I most worried? I'd have to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Music Theory&lt;/span&gt; for reasons I cannot sing -___-. And perhaps&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; physics&lt;/span&gt; for reasons that I suck at it. And for both of them to be on the same day causes me so much stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To much furtherado.. &lt;/span&gt;However today I did do something fun! I went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GUPPY HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; with two of my friends (:! Had some shaved ice *drool* condensed milk is the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/d9/98/87724499b00b__1272641069000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/d9/98/87724499b00b__1272641069000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUM shaved ice as it came out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/3b/1e/662ccb843665__1272641041000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/3b/1e/662ccb843665__1272641041000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:( not pretty anymore. NOMNOM time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo35/77/41/e3112f1813fb__1272641092000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo35/77/41/e3112f1813fb__1272641092000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all gone :( hehe how did 3 girls manage to eat ALL of that? (we didn't! there was too much fruit so we had to take it in a cup!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/3b/0e/6e5846ff2ea2__1272641411000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/3b/0e/6e5846ff2ea2__1272641411000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MM look at the yummy 85 cakes :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to do something different. I'm going to do some type of random survey thing (: But I think I'll at least learn a little from it? LET'S GO! WOOOPAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letters to ____&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Question: What have you been wanting to say to a  person/people but haven’t found the time/will-power/ability to say yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Idea: A reverse-anonymous question activity, but with a  purpose; these letters can be anything, they might be rants of anger,  pleas for apology, a simple “how are you” to a rarely seen friend but  for some reason haven’t gotten to yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules/Purpose: After writing, you may NOT let these  writings simply gather dust. You took the time to write them, so think  about it. Are some meant to be said? Are some meant to be thought over  to consider yourself? A letter unread or at least thought over is just a  waste of time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hope: to help repairing/building/any-ing social  connection just a little bit easier. Start Writing. Maybe there’s a  letter somewhere out there meant for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear ______,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would first like to start off by saying how much I admire you. You are my idol. I want to be like you, sometimes too much like you that I forget who I am. As a matter of fact, everybody loves you. But do you know how much anguish that you've caused me? I have to live up to high expectations that not only my parents put on me, but also I put on myself. I am my own worst critic and I beat myself over the worst of things. We all have flaws, we all fight for what we want. It is time that I fight for what I want and not how to beat you at the game of life. Okay fine, you win in this lifetime But just wait until the next one I will come back with so much more fire. And now all I want to be is happy. I know you don't try to be amazing, but can you tone it down a little so comparisons can stop being made. And when we are together it doesn't feel degrading. You have a great, innocent heart and no matter how many times you've shown to be humble, it is still a proven fact that you are so much more amazing that I am. And now it shames me to say now that I enjoy the fact that we can part ways now. I'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-3123717519555916650?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/3123717519555916650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/04/shaved-ice-yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3123717519555916650?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3123717519555916650?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/04/shaved-ice-yum.html' title='Shaved Ice (YUM!)'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcEQnw-fip7ImA9WxFRFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-8784075388607997202</id><published>2010-04-28T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:46:43.256-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-28T22:46:43.256-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title>Welcome Back Linda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I  am with you.” – Roy Croft&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Long time no &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; huh? Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I go through a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;whole month in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Spring Break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; I guess. I went to the beach with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; two of my close, best friends (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/d1/28/5ca6883d2cb1__1272490796000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/d1/28/5ca6883d2cb1__1272490796000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo02/fd/f9/0a7ac4699ea2__1272490839000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo02/fd/f9/0a7ac4699ea2__1272490839000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate some yummy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day we had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fail &lt;/span&gt;disney movie marathon! Only because we watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; TWO out of the SIX &lt;/span&gt;disney movies that I had planned. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lion King and The Hunchback of Notre Dame) &lt;/span&gt;Then we ended up watching She's the Man and a korean drama named Hearty Paws (so sad so sad). SOME OF MY FRIENDS CAME LATE *sigh* ahah oh funness. The Good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CONVENTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would have to say that last year's convention was better, however this one did have its perks. (: I got freaking sunburned/tanned from staying out too much doing nothing. It is quite sad that these are the last few moments I am going to have with these people. And I must say, I will have a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; special place for them in my heart.&lt;/span&gt; As usual, we played games, sardines, mafia, assassin, zip bong, and they even had a games room! I made a compilation of clips from the whole day if I ever feel nostalgia. (IT'S ON FACEBOOK!)&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, this is apparently the food blog of mine. AND so, with that being said this is what i ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/S9kdLAUo4II/AAAAAAAAACw/1MA3uAG24uc/s1600/YUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/S9kdLAUo4II/AAAAAAAAACw/1MA3uAG24uc/s320/YUM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465431697693139074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well today I didn't do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;really. I SHOULD be studying for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;APS&lt;/span&gt;. Butttt... BLEHH. I'm going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; later regardless. AHAHA. (: I SHOULD have gone somewhere to eat today..buttttt things sometimes fail.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;philosophical &lt;/span&gt;today. So I won't. Time to go back on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;blogging &lt;/span&gt;trainwagon Linda! These are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;memories &lt;/span&gt;to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-8784075388607997202?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/8784075388607997202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-back-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8784075388607997202?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8784075388607997202?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-back-linda.html' title='Welcome Back Linda!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OMYbD8mCK4/S9kdLAUo4II/AAAAAAAAACw/1MA3uAG24uc/s72-c/YUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8CR3o9cSp7ImA9WxBUFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-6818198423789065276</id><published>2010-03-02T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:31:06.469-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-02T22:31:06.469-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>a little bit of sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sick of being Tired, Tired of being Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The past week I ate went down with something &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;funky&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sickness?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Possibly.&lt;/span&gt; Stomach Flu? Maybe. Whatever it was I felt like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt; inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Song of the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Believe In You - Tyler Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song, and I guess inspirational in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation throughout the week, I still could not fathom the idea of why I am currently so confused in heart, mind, and soul. It is probably because it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; MARCH.&lt;/span&gt; The moment of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; comes out this month, and I guess I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;questioning&lt;/span&gt; my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; future.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm guessing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distracting &lt;/span&gt;me from this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;harsh&lt;/span&gt; reality of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE... Here is what I did not post last week due to my laziness/sickness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Week In Linda's Point of View:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday I come to school at 7:00 AM. And this is my POV in the mornings. (yes it is bright I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo34/8b/5d/e6965c705257__1266909696000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo34/8b/5d/e6965c705257__1266909696000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did some supercreeping. I saw this really cute asian boy with mismatch clothes. AHHA lime green helmet, blue pants, red shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/00/2a/71d5f6e658c9__1267220387000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/00/2a/71d5f6e658c9__1267220387000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Wednesday, I went out to support Make-A-Wish foundation by eating at VEGGIE GRILL. With Anna, Clarissa, Kumi, and Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/a9/30/3742788c1ab5__1267220349000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/a9/30/3742788c1ab5__1267220349000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/aa/79/c2b29e8cb997__1267220414000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/aa/79/c2b29e8cb997__1267220414000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what I had, VEGGIE chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries *drool* and PUDDING. ANDD. Strawberry Ice Lemonade! YUMM! Too bad couldn't fully enjoy it. AKA sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/32/d5/1b7b05f53612__1267220369000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/32/d5/1b7b05f53612__1267220369000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, I went to take Sticki Picki with my two oldest friends! (no not like 30 year-olds, as in L&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONG TIME BESTIES!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of one of the machines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo31/cf/46/e3a284a497e0__1267202590000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo31/cf/46/e3a284a497e0__1267202590000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty random, but when I went to Diamond Jamboree one time.. There was this Hobo sleeping next to our car. VERY SKETCHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/a2/85/8f2bed55476e__1267428215000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/a2/85/8f2bed55476e__1267428215000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/49/1a/0ecc45d1154c__1267428230000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/49/1a/0ecc45d1154c__1267428230000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then Saturday I went to get MORE lollicup, take MORE sticki picki, and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What A Girl Wants&lt;/span&gt; with the coolest people. (Ara, Kumi, Tiffany, and Paul) AND eat more 85 bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bread that I never got to eat because Ara accidentally took mine: (mm honey cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/a0/03/3572143a3c9d__1267283063000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/a0/03/3572143a3c9d__1267283063000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is hers that I ate instead: But it was really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo24/9b/0a/b1fb6ed56fed__1267283048000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo24/9b/0a/b1fb6ed56fed__1267283048000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;What did i do today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I donated blood.&lt;/span&gt; Therefore I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;saved 3 lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah donating didn't take as long as I thought it would. And I barely noticed. I was playing games and listening to music the whole time! Last time took me like 3 hours to donate blood. -__-&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE SCARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/00/b7/1e0f5eda6360__1267567230000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/00/b7/1e0f5eda6360__1267567230000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now I'm done ranting for the day/week/whatever. And back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;OMGPOP!&lt;/span&gt; And oh my. I am finished with my homework before 12 for once (: Maybe now I'll start Math and Latin....nahhh I'll just stick with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;OMGPOP! &lt;/span&gt;LATERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-6818198423789065276?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/6818198423789065276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-bit-of-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/6818198423789065276?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/6818198423789065276?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-bit-of-sickness.html' title='a little bit of sickness'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cDRXg8eCp7ImA9WxBVF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-5237286222566419415</id><published>2010-02-20T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:57:54.670-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-20T23:57:54.670-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>food all day long</title><content type='html'>I think the story of my life pretty much sums up with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; FOOD ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. All my posts have food in them so far, but I can't help it :( I'm a hungry hungry viet girl with FOOD NEEDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning I went to this viet restruant called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Binh Minh&lt;/span&gt;, which is in Garden Grove . I had to meet up with some uncles since we haven't seen them in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/cf/fc/0328a9146766__1266661063000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/cf/fc/0328a9146766__1266661063000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, family no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;phases&lt;/span&gt; me. Well maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;is just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;phase&lt;/span&gt;. A really long one. I feel like I'm always being compared by some random family member. Which leads me to, I want to spend less and less time with them. My little cousins can sense my growing distance towards them even as they are growing up. They know how much I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; them, and now wonder why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am so boring."&lt;/span&gt; In truth, I guess I've always been this way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lonely. Just lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On a brighter note,&lt;/span&gt; MORE FOOD. So I had some Bun Vit Sao Mang, and Bun Cha HaNoi at the restraunt! (: nomnom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/cd/f3/e227beeb585c__1266661837000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/cd/f3/e227beeb585c__1266661837000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/6d/9b/8a725e11707e__1266662236000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/6d/9b/8a725e11707e__1266662236000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/0e/69/f17f03535a31__1266662054000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/0e/69/f17f03535a31__1266662054000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went shopping at South Coast Plaza for some shopping. I did some stalking while I was waiting for my mom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah BORED OKAY? An aerial view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/b4/91/f5750a4c73f8__1266682438000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/b4/91/f5750a4c73f8__1266682438000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/d6/31/98290880bc06__1266682472000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/d6/31/98290880bc06__1266682472000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: ME? WHO ME? I only did 20 dollars in damage! EHEHE YAY for deals. I got a grey cardigan from express for 6 dollars (originally 30 dollars!) and my fail camera phone gives it no justice of how cool it is it even has a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/63/75/e9535379459d__1266709347000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/63/75/e9535379459d__1266709347000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from express, and also for 6 dollars, I got a really cool tank top! It has like a bunch of lace things in the middle which my camera does not show. Sadly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo30/65/d9/43f86afa0e48__1266709360000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo30/65/d9/43f86afa0e48__1266709360000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I just got a plain, blue and white novcal-like-long-sleeve shirt for 7 dollars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/7f/3f/51f39d61bd71__1266709468000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/7f/3f/51f39d61bd71__1266709468000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly what I did today was go out to dinner to eat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to go eat sushi at some random &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese place&lt;/span&gt;. But we never found it. So instead I suggested we eat at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Koba Tofu House&lt;/span&gt;, which I have heard great things about. Man, eating there reminded me of BOF. Like re enacting my BOF life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking the fish and eating all that kimchi&lt;/span&gt; (: They had pretty good Korean BBQ, and tofu soup. But oh my. Breaking the fish just reminded me of the time&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Gu Jun Pyo &lt;/span&gt;was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jandi's&lt;/span&gt; house and her mom fed him the fish. Oh the random moments of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/b7/c9/48d87aa29572__1266694081000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/b7/c9/48d87aa29572__1266694081000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blurry I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Deep thought for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why is it the world is so sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are the happy people in life truly happy? Or are they deceiving the world, including themselves, and are trapped in an abyss of denial and sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We may never know.&lt;/span&gt; Until then,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; I will wish them all the best of luck&lt;/span&gt; :/ And I may be included in this category at times, but I realize I am much more luckier than some, and it is time I learn to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; that. Knowing me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm pretty stubborn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt; while playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMGPOP.&lt;/span&gt; Lots of things to do tomorrow :( Loads of homework and no Monday off. WAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Up up and away!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-5237286222566419415?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/5237286222566419415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-all-day-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5237286222566419415?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5237286222566419415?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-all-day-long.html' title='food all day long'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUENQnY5fSp7ImA9WxBVF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-5324355440857690384</id><published>2010-02-19T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:34:53.825-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-20T23:34:53.825-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>clubapalooza</title><content type='html'>Well anything interesting today Linda?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, except for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;CLUBAPALOOZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which as always, is FREAKING HECTIC! I was helping out with the Make-A-Wish stand which was selling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PASTA AND GARLIC BREAD. &lt;/span&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo03/d6/34/1dbc387e9ae3__1266607518000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo03/d6/34/1dbc387e9ae3__1266607518000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*drool* too bad I didn't get to have any! We practically sold out the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; first 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt; :( so sad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SO HECTIC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;GAHH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People yelling at me for food, me not giving right amount of change. Pasta spilling everywhere. Oh well, this is my last clubapalooza ever! How sad. Times on bay so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/64/fd/af88a21fc678__1266607668000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/64/fd/af88a21fc678__1266607668000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh not a bad day at all. Even though I stayed up til 3 AM last night. Probably because I was playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMGPOP &lt;/span&gt;with a couple of friends. But I also had a test and a quiz today. :( Not like I study anymore anyways. Oh and what else. OH I got free boba from this girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/d9/56/e51407544bb2__1266607622000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/d9/56/e51407544bb2__1266607622000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All in good reason, she lost a bet a while back (:&lt;/span&gt; Oh dear she is so creepy she blurred out my camera! Lulz. So now we have a new bet. Which I will win again. SECURING ME MORE FREE BOBA! RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A) &lt;/span&gt;Watch the Winter Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B) &lt;/span&gt;Play OMGPOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C)&lt;/span&gt; Watch Boys Over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D) &lt;/span&gt;All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably all of the above. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OH and also,&lt;/span&gt; after I got home, I went into a massive food coma and passed out. (I had eaten dumplings, drank boba, ate fondue, and a pretty awesome red velvet cake all for 6 dollars! Woot for cheap food at clubapalooza!) I had a pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; dream if I recall. I can't really say here, but I assure you. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which concludes me with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Would you rather have your pride broken or have a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Personally, I'd rather have my heart broken, because by now I have had my heart broken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;several times&lt;/span&gt;. And at least then I could walk away with a sense of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt; left. And if you have your pride broken, what are you left? What is your pride worth? How much are you willing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; to save a broken heart? Who are your real friends? Are they with you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;, or would they leave you in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartbeat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions that linger in my mind at all times. Sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;head up high dearest people,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND KEEP ON TROLLIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I couldn't help it! If you know this reference. I will love you for life!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-5324355440857690384?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/5324355440857690384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/clubapalooza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5324355440857690384?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/5324355440857690384?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/clubapalooza.html' title='clubapalooza'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ABR3g8eyp7ImA9WxBVFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-8093322632507499172</id><published>2010-02-17T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:55:56.673-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-17T18:55:56.673-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Nuggets'/><title>random chicken nugget cravings</title><content type='html'>These past two days have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt; As in school day and night. (sleep in the day, play/work in the night) Anyways, here is a typical day in my life. (sort of):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What I am supposed to be doing right now:&lt;/span&gt; Calc homework, Latin homework, Study Latin, Physics homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUN starts during lunch, where this girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS EATS WITH ME UNINVITED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUHH.&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA just kidding you know I /love/ you) Look at this appealing picture of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/92/4b/418361ea34a6__1266410020000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/92/4b/418361ea34a6__1266410020000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, I had a sudden chicken nugget craving, so we went out to the nearest McDonalds at school. AND omg school traffic is&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; HORRIBLE!&lt;/span&gt; I had to wait like 10 minutes to get out of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; parking lot alone&lt;/span&gt;. Never again. Once the bell rings, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bolting&lt;/span&gt; out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I ordered a 20 piece Chicken nugget with small fries. WHICH WAS ONLY LIKE 6 DOLLARS. ZOMG FOR 20 PIECES. But yeah, so full afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/af/87/b2306a0bf532__1266418315000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo05/af/87/b2306a0bf532__1266418315000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lindorkable/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/cb/ec/3cbcea4183f7__1266421762000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/cb/ec/3cbcea4183f7__1266421762000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumi still devouring that chicken nugget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/d6/3f/95e1b221ce8f__1266420849000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/d6/3f/95e1b221ce8f__1266420849000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/4b/17/37bee0b55ce7__1266420915000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/4b/17/37bee0b55ce7__1266420915000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I hope I finish on time so I can sleep early. (HA highly unlikely...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-8093322632507499172?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/8093322632507499172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-chicken-nugget-cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8093322632507499172?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/8093322632507499172?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-chicken-nugget-cravings.html' title='random chicken nugget cravings'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMMQXc5fip7ImA9WxBVF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-4211828681410206490</id><published>2010-02-14T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:08:00.926-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-21T13:08:00.926-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunar New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tet'/><title>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHUC  MUNG NAM MOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days have been a frenzy, filled with happiness, dissapointment, then laughter. It is all in the culture of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;New Lunar Year&lt;/span&gt;. I can separate this into &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; (yes TWO) days of celebration. Each day ending with exhaustion. I am writing this blog now while watching my beloved BOYS OVER FLOWERS. (which i am on episode 18 if anyone is wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 (02/13/09): Tet Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, me and my VSAers were ready to volunteer on that day. But *cough* some jerks told us that we needed a call to "volunteer." This totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; me off for like a while. I mean we turned in those forms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt; and did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything they said we shoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. Then he said we were probably one of those people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"did not pay attention."&lt;/span&gt; Uh sure. Sure. Anyways, we got over it. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW rides&lt;/span&gt; had to be arranged because we were expecting to volunteer for a good 8 hours. Anyways, we were there anyways, why not have a little fun? (boo. no free shirt/ticket) YAY for free commercialized stuff! And here are some pictures of my adventures: (taken with my camera phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the stage at the Tet Festival. SO MANY PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/24/f0/1c84df767ffc__1266078809000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/24/f0/1c84df767ffc__1266078809000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM. MY FISHBALLS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/75/f5/d394fda10054__1266080066000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/75/f5/d394fda10054__1266080066000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cauldron thing with FIRE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/e6/3e/833f786062b9__1266082462000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/e6/3e/833f786062b9__1266082462000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cauldron again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo24/ee/0a/40af66f29778__1266082646000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo24/ee/0a/40af66f29778__1266082646000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some statue I found mildly amusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/14/ba/f5a23f85294e__1266192427000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/14/ba/f5a23f85294e__1266192427000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caption: "I CHOOSE YOU PIKACHU!" (P.S like the Vietnam in the back?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/89/48/6ea0048a6a7b__1266192408000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/89/48/6ea0048a6a7b__1266192408000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/1d/e9/f883dfadce94__1266082741000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/1d/e9/f883dfadce94__1266082741000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOHOO we made it on the magazine! (even though we did not even volunteer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/0b/61/d254206796d8__1266092125000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/0b/61/d254206796d8__1266092125000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I went to my grandparent's house where I had some MORE food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a picture of the soup before it was devoured:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo31/86/b9/371190cd2d17__1266092576000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo31/86/b9/371190cd2d17__1266092576000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I proceeded to eat Hu Tieu: (with meatballs and xa xiu):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/f1/21/f3edbc341d3a__1266092154000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo27/f1/21/f3edbc341d3a__1266092154000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (02/14/09): Valentines Day / New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't even know why I woke up at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2:35 PM&lt;/span&gt;. Like I think I was having this cool game-dream where I was in a jungle. Anyways I spent 3 hours watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. (so entertaining) I didn't feel like doing much today. (Which I should be doing homework) Blahblah. I went to my grandparents house again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AND YET DEVOURED MORE FOOD AND GOT MORE MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. (this is the life)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGG ROLLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/db/de/3c6c4f3a76a0__1266175540000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/db/de/3c6c4f3a76a0__1266175540000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banh Bot Loc Before Unwrapping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/97/37/4d0f82f782ea__1266175784000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/97/37/4d0f82f782ea__1266175784000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banh Bot Loc After Wrapping (SO GOOD):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/e3/3a/fc4b4f8a5f6a__1266175915000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/e3/3a/fc4b4f8a5f6a__1266175915000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then finally, I stopped eating after I ate my bowl of PHO! (so Viet so Viet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/31/29/c6a7df17cdc2__1266176533000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/31/29/c6a7df17cdc2__1266176533000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And after waiting for my food to dissociate in my stomach. We then played Bo Cua Ca Cop, where I lost a bunch of money :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YOU LET ME DOWN FISH/DEER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/17/a0/2452abe58a82__1266438113000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/17/a0/2452abe58a82__1266438113000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played some game where we count the cards. (I forget what it's called) And now I am home watching BOF.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;valentines&lt;/span&gt; aspect of this day. Absolutely nothing. None. Nada. NIL. ZILCH. Yes that is how lonely I am. :/ Oh if only. Oh wait. There is GU JUN PYO. And now back to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOF!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-4211828681410206490?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/4211828681410206490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/4211828681410206490?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/4211828681410206490?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMNRXc6cSp7ImA9WxBVF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-1629995681754565727</id><published>2010-02-11T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:08:14.919-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-21T13:08:14.919-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title>senioritis/procrastiation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"procrastination is like masturbation, you're only screwing yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true so true. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Physics homework &amp;amp; STUDY Calc/Do Calc homework &amp;amp; study Latin vocab&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun oh fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can't really pull myself to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am eating mangos while watching YouTube videos :D this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, I reiterated some life lesson / went into a revalation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The opposite of love and hate is indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to get over someone the best way to act is indifference. I think hating the person gets no where because all you do is tend to talk about the person even more. Making yourself think about the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't see the person, sure your heart aches for a while. But overall you will see you can live on without them. Oh and if you delete their facebook/aim make sure you also delete them from your mind (HA. learned that the hard way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the life lessons learned from watching BOF. Anyways going back to doing useless stuff again. FAREWELL. UNTIL NEXT TIME! dundun dunn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8587745113903131934-1629995681754565727?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/1629995681754565727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/senioritisprocrastiation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/1629995681754565727?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/1629995681754565727?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/senioritisprocrastiation.html' title='senioritis/procrastiation'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYFSXY5eyp7ImA9WxBVFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587745113903131934.post-3383577504574108648</id><published>2010-02-10T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:41:58.823-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-17T20:41:58.823-08:00</app:edited><title>HELLO BLOG :D</title><content type='html'>Well, first off I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPOSED &lt;/span&gt;to be doing my Calculus homework, but who cares. I'm a second semester senior now (: I'll just wing it. *eyes twitch* HA. Who am I kidding... I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll finish my homework around 10ish so I can go watch my Boys Over Flowers episode 14! Where my favorite character comes to play. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JAE KYUNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I can relate to her. Innocent soul falls in love with someone who is in love with someone else :/ but she is oh so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAYBE I'll sleep before 12 today. (YESUHHHH) but i already took like a 3 hour nap today so I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIDE AWAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had Lee's Coffee thing from the bottle today. Basically its concentrated coffee. Which I highly thank because I was able to stay up all day today. Not regarding how I almost went into a stroke/heart attack this morning when I was about to take my Physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAYYSS &lt;/span&gt; I think I'm done ranting for the day. AND i look forward to decorating this blog with lindaness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btdubs. did not make this layout (: took it from btemplates or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587745113903131934-3383577504574108648?l=lindorkablee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/feeds/3383577504574108648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-blog-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3383577504574108648?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587745113903131934/posts/default/3383577504574108648?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindorkablee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-blog-d.html' title='HELLO BLOG :D'/><author><name>lindorkable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547925847242116291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06189309442694192080'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>