<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:08:49.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Apple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1015698911422441855</id><published>2009-07-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:33:56.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't care what you think but I'm watching Alice in Wonderland the movie by Tim Burton, The movie is going to be epic. Here's the trailer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeWsZ2b_pK4&lt;/span&gt;, tell me what you think. Who wants to go watch it with me. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay for free stuff. haha I can't agree more with Community Channel, but that's not the reason why I posted her video. It's to show the Alice in Wonderland exhibit at Comic Con. Damn I want to go to Comic Con one day.. just like how I would love to go to HollywoodBowl one day. heh, never going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hOmkPkQaJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hOmkPkQaJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1015698911422441855?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1015698911422441855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1015698911422441855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1015698911422441855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1015698911422441855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4355464904315665427</id><published>2009-07-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:37:31.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Bunny</title><content type='html'>AMAZING. The first day her painting was posted people bid up to $102.50 for it. DAMNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxXL3j3Qz2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxXL3j3Qz2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 4th is when I made this post public. It's now worth $355 O_o&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can be talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4355464904315665427?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4355464904315665427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4355464904315665427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4355464904315665427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4355464904315665427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/rice-bunny.html' title='Rice Bunny'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8003149266369260778</id><published>2009-07-25T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:24:56.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=22.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Fall%20Out%20Boy-%20Thanks%20For%20The%20Memories.mp3&amp;bg_color=999999&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=da+detka&amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Tammy's, my niece, first month birthday... half of the family's here and for once things aren't awkward. As a family none of us did such a great job keeping in touch... everyone grew apart and our parents... and family feuds? nothing was the same any more and as cousins we don't even really bother in keeping in touch, I guess that's our fault. I just realized that when we were all young, we had no choice but to hang out with each other and when it's summer time, going on 6 hour drives to visit each other was the shit.. but now? now. it's like we all have a choice and we all choose not to see each other. it's kind of sad knowing that I don't have anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; to chill with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just call them my cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was a little different it seemed like old times when we use to play ridiculous games of tag and hide-and-go-seek in the dark and we would stay up late and play card games and watch movies... It was just a coupe games of 13, Poker, and Spoons that made it seem like we were all family again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8003149266369260778?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8003149266369260778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8003149266369260778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8003149266369260778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8003149266369260778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4728331663300483256</id><published>2009-07-24T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:34:49.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold in Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Sechskies4.mp3&amp;bg_color=999999&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=da+detka&amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who the fuck gets sick in the summer... Only fags do... you know, this summer is just wonderful. seriously. I mean it's not like I have anything planned, I'm staying home all summer anyways so being sick doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On an even sadder note, my nephew and niece are leaving on Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SnivA-rcf8I/AAAAAAAAAME/Nz3-PdQZ2BE/s1600-h/tammmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SnivA-rcf8I/AAAAAAAAAME/Nz3-PdQZ2BE/s320/tammmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366231387372027842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4728331663300483256?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4728331663300483256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4728331663300483256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4728331663300483256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4728331663300483256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-in-summer.html' title='Cold in Summer'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SnivA-rcf8I/AAAAAAAAAME/Nz3-PdQZ2BE/s72-c/tammmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3073949478278461403</id><published>2009-07-22T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:35:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=32.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/CASH%20CASH%20-%20Party%20In%20Your%20Bedroom.mp3&amp;bg_color=999999&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=da+detka&amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Summer 2009 sucks ass. I haven't done anything productive throughout the whole summer. Wake up early for summer school, go home open up my "Restaurant" and watch my people serve food, then staying up late studying for Trig Tests. All I have to say is I feel like I've gain 2000 Pounds. I'm livin' up to my name... Alicelephant. HA. How lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3073949478278461403?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3073949478278461403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3073949478278461403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3073949478278461403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3073949478278461403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/fat.html' title='Fat'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1771929005159440259</id><published>2009-07-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:34:11.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Danny%20Fernandes%20-%20Fantasy.mp3&amp;bg_color=999999&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=da+detka&amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't get it why do people assume my name is Allison? If you called me Allison before please tell me why. I'm dying to know... for the pass 15 years of my life, I never understood why people naturally call me by the name Allison. Even if I introduced myself 2 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at the mall I went to the fitting room to try on some clothes, and the guy asks for my name to name on the board at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Alice."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Okay, Allison."&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh, uhmm... nevermind *Shuts the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ? People, Please.&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/4279924498896276539-1771929005159440259?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1771929005159440259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1771929005159440259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1771929005159440259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1771929005159440259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/allison.html' title='Allison?'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1194103093318200853</id><published>2009-07-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:25:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you everyone that took 5 seconds of their time to say happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Thanks.&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/4279924498896276539-1194103093318200853?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1194103093318200853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1194103093318200853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1194103093318200853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1194103093318200853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-629743563857035449</id><published>2009-07-12T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:36:01.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=13.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/01%20FIRE.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=love+you" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for that successful trip to Valley Fair (: It was great. HAHA at Me and Julia's shopping dilemmas. At Urban Outfitters I found my new obsession over head bands with huge decor on it. (Roses, feathers, bows, flowers...) and of course the hippie bands... But that isn't what my rave is about, it's skin care products. I don't know when it started but I'm crazy about skin care products. I am so determined to heal my sophomore stress-damaged skin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't even tell me about junior year&lt;/span&gt;. I've been researching every single thing about skin and blemishes, and all natural remedies for my skin annndd I've been so addicted to mixing homemade face masks. I make one twice a week, and the 45-60 minutes wait for the mask to dry, is the most relaxing thing I've ever done. Everyone. Try it. Dead serious. Hit me up. So I bought three products from LUSH, guys. I must say, this is the greatest store EVER. Thank god there is a LUSH store here. The workers are soooo nice, friendly, and informative. I love it in this store, everything is hand made with all natural ingredients, everything sounds so much better when it has natural ingredients, I was so convinced that it was the perfect solution for my face. so I bought the Tea Tree Water, Sweet Japanese Girl, a jar of Cosmetic Warrior Fresh Face Mask, and a sample of Mask of Magnaminty (only because they didn't have the smaller size jar in stock) but yeah that was the highlight of my day at Valley Fair (: and yes I bought a scraf and a head band at Urban Outfitters, honestly, everything was so expensive, sucks being a buget-buyer.... I'm soo sad. I want money! and seriously, thank you Sarah for the wallet, I really needed one and you bought it for me for a birthday present. you saved my life. thanks (: and Thanks Jennifer and Julia for spending the day with me (: and Annie is a fag for being 'stuck' in San Francisco. Annie, If you're reading this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iloveyou &lt;/span&gt;and you're going to Valley Fair with me next time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mistake of the summer; we forgot to take pictures... theeeeeee fucckkkkk? ); I'm so sad. and it was the only time all of us has gone out throughout the whole summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-629743563857035449?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/629743563857035449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=629743563857035449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/629743563857035449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/629743563857035449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4065322715264776476</id><published>2009-07-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:28:11.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GB Haul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=9.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Big%20Bang%20-%20Gara%20Gara%20Go.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=ha+ha+ha&amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't judge me. (; I love receiving packages in the mail, but I wish buying stuff online would have faster shipments. But it doesn't matter anymore because it's here! My panda-toned gloomy bears, blue, green, and black, is here! My panda-toned collection is complete! (: All five of them. All I have to say is being a gloomy bear addict is expensive, I can bare with it because half of my gloomy bears were gifts. haha! Thanks: Vania Liu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim Ly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dennis Nguyen, Khoi Pham, Tony Pham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Emily Trinh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRTYIM9I/AAAAAAAAALk/gdJ5IhGkO7M/s1600-h/IMG_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRTYIM9I/AAAAAAAAALk/gdJ5IhGkO7M/s320/IMG_1528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355493837249197010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first batch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRtagppI/AAAAAAAAALs/9IysRP2fqjc/s1600-h/IMG_3940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRtagppI/AAAAAAAAALs/9IysRP2fqjc/s320/IMG_3940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355493844238509714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pandatone: Blue, Green, and Black arrived today ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJR5pm08I/AAAAAAAAAL8/eL82leyJV9A/s1600-h/IMG_3957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJR5pm08I/AAAAAAAAAL8/eL82leyJV9A/s320/IMG_3957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355493847523054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My crawling baby gloomy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRxdYL1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Odpy2fkTTxQ/s1600-h/IMG_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRxdYL1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Odpy2fkTTxQ/s320/IMG_3954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355493845324279634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My couch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FYI; There's more.&lt;/i&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/4279924498896276539-4065322715264776476?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4065322715264776476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4065322715264776476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4065322715264776476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4065322715264776476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/gb-haul.html' title='GB Haul'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SlKJRTYIM9I/AAAAAAAAALk/gdJ5IhGkO7M/s72-c/IMG_1528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2112192332613701515</id><published>2009-07-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:11:01.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=0.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/02%20St%20Germain.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=Hmmmmm..&amp;amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I've forgotten the importance of the 4th of July, I don't feel the necessity to celebrate it. Right now there are dozens of fireworks going off as I watch it from my window and at the same time I'm working my Trig homework and playing Resturant City on Facebook. seriously now. I guess the only reason being is that I have no one to celebrate it with (partially my fault). My older brother is having the time of his life at the beach drinking with his friends. While I stay home, and avoid going to my grandma's house. Sorry Cousin, I really wish I could have spent more time with you before you leave :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good note, my lovely nephew and new born niece are finally here! Tyler is so cute, I need a new picture of him on my phone :P He definitely makes summer a lot more exciting even if we aren't going anywhere (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I've finally had enough money to buy a vcard. Hello Soompi: Selling and Trading. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the fact that it's summer break and I don't make the effort to chill with my friends. I guess I can spend all the time I want with you guys during the school year. Don't take me wrong. But really, when I do make the effort to chill, none of you guys are down, or you guys can't go out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;. PEOPLE, PLEASE. You make things so difficult. Oh and hey, party's canceled. What's the point of having one, when every year's the same, I'll throw a party when there's a real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;, something that's worth it. Sorry it's just me.&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/4279924498896276539-2112192332613701515?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2112192332613701515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2112192332613701515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2112192332613701515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2112192332613701515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-772462474492077161</id><published>2009-07-03T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:28:02.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish out of water</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=57.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Jacks%20Mannequin-%20Dark%20Blue.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=fishing&amp;amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss me? Okay I'm back, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, as much as you won't understand it but I miss having family get togethers. Maybe way back when I was only in third grade. Sorry I'm not cool, sorry I'm annoying, sorry I was never myself. You know, you make it hard for me to be myself. and I never once felt like I could ever fit in. Which is funny, because we're all cousins. It's like you have this ever lasting grudge against me for something I've done in the past. Have you ever thought I might have changed? If you're going to hate me, fine then tell me what you don't like about me. You've misunderstood me for 15 years, and you never tried to fix it. Damnnn, where's the family lovin'? Everyone's either too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; to chill or they just grown out of it. As much as I want to fix everything. I can't. It'll never be the same. sighhh, I don't even know what to say anymore. I've kept this in for so long, I guess It doesn't even matter anymore. I don't know how to make things better, but to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello Summer; another ridiculous summer, nothing planned, nothing happening. The only reason as of why I would be excited for summer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no school&lt;/span&gt; but really, it doesn't matter because I'm taking summer school - Math Analysis. Joy. Monday - Friday. 7:50-11:30. I just like to believe that everything's okay, because I have nothing better to do anyways. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way to look on the brightside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the one week of break I had, before going to summer school. I finally finished watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Before Flower&lt;/span&gt;, it was really good. Like any other Korean drama I've seen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, Kim Hyun Joong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally had a chance to go watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen &lt;/span&gt;in theaters. It was everything I expected. Two hours of robots constantly fighting, which isn't a bad thing. It was worth the money to watch. Like any movie there were movie flaws, as read on Yahoo's movie flaws. At the end of the movie in part one they fixed Bumblebee's voice box, what happen? and the scene where the five Decepticons brought the stone down to the bottom on the ocean to revive Megatron. The submarine detected five going down and six coming up, but when the five Decepticons got down there they took apart one of them to fix Megatron. So shouldn't there only be five Decepticons going back up? haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing exciting happened in June, but I guess I'll post up some of my drafts, stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-772462474492077161?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/772462474492077161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=772462474492077161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/772462474492077161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/772462474492077161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/07/fish-out-of-water.html' title='Fish out of water'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3872433478849762494</id><published>2009-06-26T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:53:54.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Kevin.&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/4279924498896276539-3872433478849762494?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3872433478849762494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3872433478849762494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3872433478849762494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3872433478849762494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-brother.html' title='Little brother'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8164766720360073339</id><published>2009-06-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:50:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/The%20Jackson%20Five%20-%20Who%27s%20Loving%20You.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=sad&amp;amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Lovin' You - Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Michael%20Jackson%20-%20PYT%20%28Pretty%20Young%20Thing%29.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=sad&amp;amp;buy_link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmuzicocommusi-20%26index%3Ddigital-music%26linkCode%3Dur2%26camp%3D1789%26creative%3D9325" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PYT - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;I'm deeply sadden; Our King of Pop is gone. Rest in peace Michael Jackson. You will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would share all of his great songs but then that would take years. The whole day VH1 had a Michael Jackson music video marathon. It was on for the whole day, I listened to all of his song. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Michael Jackson song; Man in the Mirror. Great Tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA8lFK88KkM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/xA8lFK88KkM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8164766720360073339?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8164766720360073339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8164766720360073339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8164766720360073339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8164766720360073339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='King of Pop'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4128521740192205981</id><published>2009-05-14T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:27:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fag</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Temptations%20-%20Build%20Me%20Up%20Buttercup.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=tired" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought it was great that we started talking again, I thought that there was actually someone that wasn't lying when they say "I K/now what you mean" well I'm stupid for believing that, because really, you don't even know me and don't even bother to get back to me. I hate stupid people. you can't always have everything your way, and using people isn't going to get you anywhere. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K/now that life's hard on you but get over it, everyone has their own shit to deal with, and with you crying about every little speed bump that you hit, isn't going to make me feel sorry for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; S/top being a stupid cunt. I've had a problem with you for the longest time and I still can't do anything about it. I wish you can just get out of my life. It's hard to say but, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a useless friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all you do is get me frustrated and all I do is hurt myself. Just go A/way. I want to believe that what's in the future is better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you haven't noticed already. My blogs aren't very exciting. I find myself repeating myself in every blog entry, and I guess I should just suck it up and learn how to get over the little things that piss me off. I'm not hurting anyone but myself - what a waste of time. I'll start blogging when there's something interesting.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll just go on hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4128521740192205981?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4128521740192205981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4128521740192205981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4128521740192205981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4128521740192205981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-fag.html' title='What a fag'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1769390417723923685</id><published>2009-05-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:04:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin That Thang</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=13.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/The%20Dream%20-%20Rockin%20That%20Thang.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=love+you" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love; Mrs. Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1769390417723923685?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1769390417723923685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1769390417723923685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1769390417723923685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1769390417723923685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockin-that-thang.html' title='Rockin That Thang'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1938017002205797216</id><published>2009-05-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:57:26.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just last summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=22.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Baby%20Bash%20Feat.%20Frankie%20Jay-%20Sugar%20Sugar.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=sunny+day" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard Sugar Sugar on the radio, reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tapioca Express, reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking hot! Summer is coming near.&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/4279924498896276539-1938017002205797216?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1938017002205797216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1938017002205797216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1938017002205797216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1938017002205797216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-last-summer.html' title='Just last summer'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-5373176438245788954</id><published>2009-05-07T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:05:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Messaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=8.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Silverstein%20-%20My%20Heroine%20%28Acoustic%29.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=happy" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made my night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-5373176438245788954?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5373176438245788954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=5373176438245788954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5373176438245788954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5373176438245788954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/instant-messaging.html' title='Instant Messaging'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8514262592733951497</id><published>2009-05-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:01:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=32.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/jimmy%20Robbins-%20Breathe%20again.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=%2Adead%2A" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can give myself good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can be braver when I face my own problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can listen to my own advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be as strong as you see me as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8514262592733951497?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8514262592733951497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8514262592733951497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8514262592733951497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8514262592733951497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3350942740712784304</id><published>2009-05-05T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:21:40.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hate about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=69.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Lily%20Allen%20-%20Everythings%20Just%20Wonderful.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=flower" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how you can be 'BFF' with all of my friends, and connections between me and you are still cold. Curse me for having a shit load of a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; friend&lt;/span&gt;. Every time I'm with you, there's always something that you do that annoys me. Sometimes I wish there was a real reason why we were on hiatus, so that I could careless of what you do around me. You are so simple minded, and you can't take my feelings into thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've never thought of why I would ever direct a blog entry to my viewers (viewer.), but I am now because I can't find a legit reason of why I feel this way about you, and the fact that I act like I don't have a problem hanging out with you, is horrible. Honestly, I don't want to act this way, but I can't find a way to bring this up, anyone who is anyone would think I am just ridiculously stupid. Call me two-faced, whatever. But who am I really hurting when I pretend we're cool? myself. This is a vent. This entry is not intended to offend anyone and/or have anyone believe that this is directed to them, so don't ask me; it's probably not about you. Don't give me feedback on this entry because my entries aren't meant for you to relate to, just for your viewing pleasures.&lt;/i&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/4279924498896276539-3350942740712784304?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3350942740712784304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3350942740712784304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3350942740712784304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3350942740712784304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-hate-about-you.html' title='What I hate about you'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4954827232055586950</id><published>2009-05-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:00:48.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismissal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=13.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/BoA%20-%20I%20Did%20It%20For%20Love.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=love+you" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this holiday schedule. 35 minute classes. good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I'm hyped for that party&lt;br /&gt;2) Lame bitches&lt;br /&gt;3) School is the devil's place&lt;br /&gt;4) Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;5) Can everyone stop pissing me off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" align="middle" height="240"&gt; 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fucking thieves&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/4279924498896276539-3718495883425520309?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3718495883425520309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3718495883425520309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3718495883425520309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3718495883425520309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate.html' title='I hate...'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6302729172066371924</id><published>2009-05-03T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:09:20.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=7.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Flo%20Rida%20ft.%20Wynter-%20Sugar.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=having+fun" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh, sweet Sunday, this Sunday was like no other Sunday. Surprisingly I was allowed to skip church and go to the movies. I knew I shouldn't have gone because there was homework for me to do, but WHO CARES? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see with this attitude I know why my grades are dropping &lt;/span&gt;Really though. This Sunday I could careless of what would happen to me in school tomorrow. So my plans got a little jumbled around but Julia and I settled on 1:00 pm to meet up at the mall. Eastridge. great fun -.-' Thank god we were only there for the movies. we had a game plan to watch three movies, and it worked. I really thought it was hard to movie hop at AMC I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ghost of a Girlfriend's Past&lt;/i&gt; is a great movie. How could he be so heartless? Some player. I love the whole concept of the movie, how he went time traveling to revisit feelings that he has never felt in a long time. It was also very touching, I teared a little. Overall this movie exceeded my standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17 Again&lt;/i&gt;, Don't take me wrong, I hated Zac Efron in High School Musical. Can he be any more faggish? After watching this movie I've changed to really like him. And I love how this movie took the actors out of their Disney Channel boundaries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now I know what you mean Kat.&lt;/span&gt; The only thing I didn't like about this movie was that it was way too short, other than that it was another good movie. I love the Zac Efron in the movie. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obsessed&lt;/i&gt;, this movie was everything I thought it would be. LAME. Makes me regret not watching Fighting instead. The white chick was clearly retarded and unreasonable. I don't even understand how she can be so obsessed with the guy after one day of work. really now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ludicrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6302729172066371924?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6302729172066371924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6302729172066371924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6302729172066371924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6302729172066371924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6823592962314959121</id><published>2009-05-02T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:19:50.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=11.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/3OH%213%20-%20Don%27t%20Trust%20Me.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=cool" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This whole week was one long BREAK, star testing. I didn't even bother with star testing... I showed up to class everyday this week with my DS in my pocket. I finished each test section in the first 15-20 minutes of class and just sat there playing Mario Karts. Thank you technology. I, honestly, have been looking forward to this testing week for some time now and now that it's over I'm so sad. I was so energentic on Friday after testing becuase it really felt like school was over. Another thing I want to just throw out there is my grades are slipping. I don't understand why -.- sometimes I think I just need a real stress reliever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my highly unnecessary webcam spam in yearbook. 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC4XsB2I3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ebuWQwUJFRo/s320/Picture+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332464675902071666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC4XtLwySI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AVz5WRoluvQ/s1600-h/Picture+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC4XtLwySI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AVz5WRoluvQ/s320/Picture+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332464676212099362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC4XUUNvfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8FpLo96zK90/s1600-h/Picture+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC4XUUNvfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8FpLo96zK90/s320/Picture+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332464669536665074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6823592962314959121?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6823592962314959121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6823592962314959121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6823592962314959121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6823592962314959121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SgC3gQDH12I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q6fCXRPgOZM/s72-c/Picture+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7348431544451713578</id><published>2009-04-24T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:57:46.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=12.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/uffie%20-%20first%20love.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=listening" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mermaids (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cars mean freedom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I have to say about this movie is... Interesting... maybe you should watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7348431544451713578?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7348431544451713578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7348431544451713578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7348431544451713578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7348431544451713578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/90s.html' title='The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2295932227512515836</id><published>2009-04-23T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:26:20.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/knockyoudown.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=sad" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self, I miss you terribly...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From First To Last&lt;br /&gt;Single: Note To Self (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Post-Hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fuck the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;gimme STAR Testing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4279924498896276539-2295932227512515836?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2295932227512515836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2295932227512515836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2295932227512515836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2295932227512515836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/serious.html' title='Serious'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2247182340781557063</id><published>2009-04-21T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:45:00.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rounded edges</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=17.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/SHINY%20-%20The%20Things%20You%20Do.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=surprised" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was younger, I use to love scrap booking and Micheal's use to be my favorite store. For Christmas, one year, my mom bought me a whole pack of 24 design scissors. it was great fun. I grew out of scrap booking and never touched those scissors in YEARS, then not too long ago my mom took out some pictures of the family and she cut all the edges with those design scissors and what's even worst, she placed the pictures everywhere -.- I honestly thought that was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. seriously. who uses those scissors to cut pictures... UGH it's so hard to avoid it because the pictures are everywhere in my house . QQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never realize how much I'd miss you until we stopped talking.&lt;/span&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/4279924498896276539-2247182340781557063?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2247182340781557063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2247182340781557063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2247182340781557063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2247182340781557063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/rounded-edges.html' title='Rounded edges'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1566161125261599473</id><published>2009-04-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:01:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=8.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Nevershoutnever%21%20-%20Trouble.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=happy" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...thought that talking to you, would be so nice... You give me a good vibe every time we talk, and you might not know it, but there's no one that understands me more than you do. Just a mere stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;conversations between me and you.&lt;/i&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/4279924498896276539-1566161125261599473?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1566161125261599473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1566161125261599473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1566161125261599473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1566161125261599473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never.html' title='I Never'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6627874037686695321</id><published>2009-04-19T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:49:25.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts on my fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=0.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/11.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=Hmmmmm.." wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I absolutely hate it when I wake up in the morning to find a bunch of small random cuts on my arms and legs. cuts that I don't even know how I got it. Many of them are what looks like small paper cuts that are all over my fingers. What is this!? My punishment for typing, maybe 1,000,000,000+ words a day on my laptop? internet suffering, youtubing, and gaming? Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate... are people who gets whatever they want, however they want it; without even trying. life's not that sweet; you can't get around like that for long. Why do you people make even the most difficult things so simple? You get things for granted and you don't even show how thankful you are for it. It just frustrates me so much how such humans can be so greedy and unappreciative.  Sure, your life is great but keep your shit to yourself because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't get it as good as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get over how great old songs are. Don't get me wrong, I love music from today. it's just when I listen to old school kpop, it's just so great. I just can't help but wonder, will they ever come back? Remember when Sechskies, H.O.T., 1Tym, Baby VOX, Shinhwa... etc. were number 1 on the music video countdown on the Korean TLC channel. and when guys grow their bangs out long and cut a straight up number zero, then slick their bangs back. and when girls don't have side swept bangs. can old school get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time my computer crashed, all my music was gone. vanished. just now that I've decided to recover some of my old music. why is it so damn hard to find good old songs to download? all of the damn download links expired. sigh* internet. you dissapoint me. but I've managed to download many many many kpop, cpop, jpop, tpop, and wpop albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've finally watched &lt;i&gt;Love on a Diet. &lt;/i&gt;I was actually really disappointed in the beginning, I guess I was expecting too much from a Hong Kong movie starring Andy Lau, but it got really interesting in the middle and towards the end. Overall the movie was just alright, it didn't completely suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed home with a huge tummy ache doing homework. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eU1A28Asaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eU1A28Asaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my all time favorite H.O.T. music video. everything about it. I love it. Jang Woo Hyuk is still my one of my favorite rappers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jang_Woo_Hyuk" title="Jang Woo Hyuk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6627874037686695321?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6627874037686695321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6627874037686695321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6627874037686695321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6627874037686695321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuts-on-my-fingers.html' title='Cuts on my fingers'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4473387616520273345</id><published>2009-04-16T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:11:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How often</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=67.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/02%20Nae%20meoriga%20nabbaseo%20-%20SS501.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=party%21" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...can I find some one &lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish conversations between me and you were longer. Your 15-20 minutes delay is bothering me but when you do reply to me; the things you say are just so random and sweet that no matter what mood I am in, I can still force a smile. Clever. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I still remember the first day I met you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm in love with people who don't exist &amp;amp; ideas that can't exist.&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about reality anyway?" - Binh Ngo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't agree with you more Binh. [referring to your Sunday, April 12: Turth Is... blog entry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PS. I envy you too, Julia, you potential bad ass&lt;br /&gt;PSS. I need to get in shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4473387616520273345?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4473387616520273345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4473387616520273345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4473387616520273345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4473387616520273345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-often.html' title='How often'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-91953260350023202</id><published>2009-04-15T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:50:39.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine and dandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=37.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/A%20Static%20Lullabye%20-%20Shooting%20Star.MP3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=angry" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;[This is really something no one would imagine me listening too...enjoy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mo-fuckahs really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love to piss me off &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything is just so disappointing, if I were to drive right now I would be half way to Socal. It only occur to me now that I can never of a whole day where everything is good. It's always at the end of the day when I start to realize the imperfections and people of annoyance, that I start to think: why do I put up with these things? you know. Nothing is ever fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to a game on adictinggames.com HENCE addicting games -.- it's called Block Drop. thanks Julia. Here I am playing this game for the past 24 hours... and I'm at level 83. no cheats, nothing. I don't know but I like these type of puzzle games, it gets me focused on the game rather than thinking about other unnecessary things that just makes my life all the more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a few Asian movies while on spring break... I also watched Open Season 2 and The Rocker - Teddy Geiger is gorgeous no matter what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Spring Break. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. I envy you too, Annie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damn Regrets.&lt;/b&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/4279924498896276539-91953260350023202?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/91953260350023202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=91953260350023202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/91953260350023202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/91953260350023202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-and-dandy.html' title='Fine and dandy'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8891617285582011897</id><published>2009-04-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:31:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=32.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Madonna%20-%20Die%20Another%20Day%20.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=%2Adead%2A" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy my older brother, how he can drive and everything. How it's possible for him to go out late at night and come home at 6am. Not like I can't do that now, it's just where can I possibly go? and with who? He can totally do whatever the hell I want to do, without any restrictions. 'Hey let's go to Socal this weekend' 'alright.' and that's how it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate SJ, Evergreen with a passion now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you're back; I never knew what happen between me and you... but I guess it's done and over with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this get together/ poker night turns out. Don't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to have such a dull and boring life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love; EG6 &amp;amp; EK9&lt;/b&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/4279924498896276539-8891617285582011897?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8891617285582011897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8891617285582011897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8891617285582011897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8891617285582011897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/nv.html' title='nV'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1658332222407871267</id><published>2009-04-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:19:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, Happy birthday day, Derrick Luong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there we didn't have to learn anything new in Chemistry. We watched The Prestige in class, and I slept through half the movie. It's all good. yearbook class; we had a Culture Shock potluck. It was great. the whole period me and a few other were talking about the original 150 Pokemon. damn I miss the old times when it was just Pokemon Red, Blue, and Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining today, and It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl, you're at it again. don't you realize what you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish at 11:11, and everyday I wish for the same thing. Nothing is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slowly catching up on my sleep, sleeping at 1AM to 12AM to 11:30PM, and now 11PM. I'm getting there... and when I felt like I was doing good in school I'm actually not. straight A's is just too good to be true... and it's the first time I've manage to get a 53% on a math test. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's peachy keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjqmCm7lw9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjqmCm7lw9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the only time I like this song, is when Lydia Paek is singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1658332222407871267?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1658332222407871267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1658332222407871267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1658332222407871267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1658332222407871267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it rain'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4582921670463542278</id><published>2009-04-08T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:25:35.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=37.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Timbaland%20-%20Apologize%20%28Feat.%20onerepublic%29.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=angry" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not the same, please don't act like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just stop pissing me off.&lt;/b&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/4279924498896276539-4582921670463542278?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4211253243702186087</id><published>2009-04-07T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:56:18.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold as fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=0.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/metro%20station%20-%20kelsey.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=Hmmmmm.." wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Monday the weather was soo nice, it was warm and breezy so today I decided to not wear a jacket. I figured spring is coming and the weather will be good all week. I GUESS NOT! it started to rain at school and I was cold as fuck. muthaaaa .... well school was lame, like usual and after school I ran my ass to the bus (just in time) Company and I took the bus to Pizza My Heart, we chilled there until 5, and came back to school and waited for a ride home. the MAN I am, I waited for everyone to leave before I started walking home. seriously. being alone, isn't so bad sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03_bIA06I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lGTWLYUEfl8/s1600-h/CIMG0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03_bIA06I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lGTWLYUEfl8/s320/CIMG0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471897374446498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this guy -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02uaE-DEI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW5StVlDmQg/s1600-h/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02uaE-DEI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW5StVlDmQg/s320/CIMG0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470505523842114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-vUuZtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/674JSYCzalg/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-vUuZtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/674JSYCzalg/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471885616604882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-65qT6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xl3FMQWI3wE/s1600-h/CIMG0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-65qT6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xl3FMQWI3wE/s320/CIMG0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471888724316066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03_IIM01I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qq1CbHwu2Rs/s1600-h/CIMG0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03_IIM01I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qq1CbHwu2Rs/s320/CIMG0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471892274959186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fat as Jimmy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-xk4hZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6k4L9lbQooI/s1600-h/CIMG0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03-xk4hZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6k4L9lbQooI/s320/CIMG0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471886221247890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;awkwardly grabbing my left boob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02vTgCA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4v82PY0fKmI/s1600-h/CIMG0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02vTgCA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4v82PY0fKmI/s320/CIMG0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470520938169218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because we're cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02vFebzBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rGIz_13Zw08/s1600-h/CIMG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02vFebzBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rGIz_13Zw08/s320/CIMG0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470517173373970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OHOHOHOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02uish2cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/raxiZB3lNCI/s1600-h/CIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02uish2cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/raxiZB3lNCI/s320/CIMG0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470507837249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Charlie Unicorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02u9b5oSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cC2q6q7mZWI/s1600-h/CIMG0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd02u9b5oSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cC2q6q7mZWI/s320/CIMG0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322470515015262498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS. Jennifer, you ruined my life. LOL Thanks.&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/4279924498896276539-4211253243702186087?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4211253243702186087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4211253243702186087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4211253243702186087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4211253243702186087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold-as-fuck.html' title='Cold as fuck'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/Sd03_bIA06I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lGTWLYUEfl8/s72-c/CIMG0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8206795961891945192</id><published>2009-04-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:28:10.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/04.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=tired" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep on moving but I go no where...&lt;br /&gt;feeling so out of place&lt;br /&gt;feeling useless&lt;br /&gt;feeling absence&lt;br /&gt;feeling lazy&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;this is only temporary, nothing's forever&lt;br /&gt;and maybe things will get better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, why is para para so freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;why are my grades slipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I've done to much and time has past by so fast, and then when I take a second look, it's only Monday. time's tricky. So I've been sorting through my pictures from freshmen year until now, and I've realized I've changed a lot o_o apparently it wasn't just my appearance, but my hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; my personality. pictures of a couple months ago looked like pictures from years ago, sigh* I'm tired and envious. I can't help but think everyone around me has a better life than I do. there's always something for me to say, something for me to vent about, something for me to &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt;. why is life so hard on me. I want to move. I've been living in the slums. I go to school, come home and nap, then do homework and sleep. I hate you, I hate my life. GAH. I just want school to be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and sorry this blog makes no sense at all because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE SHIT, I'M TIRED, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I type like I have a.d.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm green with envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8206795961891945192?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8206795961891945192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8206795961891945192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8206795961891945192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8206795961891945192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-okay.html' title='It&apos;s not okay'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2585429279230360349</id><published>2009-04-03T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:32:33.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=11.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/01.SORRY%2C%20SORRY.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=cool" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having watched all the fast and furious movies, I believe this one has to be the best. It was really good. I mean there were some stupid scenes in the movie, but that's fast and furious for you (: I love how Paul Walker is the only guy that actually drives import cars (: must be nice. Oh and I've noticed that EG6 in the funeral scene, oh it is love. well summer movies are coming, I'm going to be watching a hell of a lot of movies soon. Adventureland, anyone?&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/4279924498896276539-2585429279230360349?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2585429279230360349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2585429279230360349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2585429279230360349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2585429279230360349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and furious'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1550664766836866810</id><published>2009-04-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:21:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=37.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Lady%20Gaga%20-%20Poker%20Face.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=angry" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN I DRIVE NOW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of life. I can't do anything! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ONLY things that I'm confident in doing is to potentially play the piano and drive. why can't you give me a chance?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tell me why I can't go watch the premier of &lt;i&gt;Fast and Furious&lt;/i&gt; tonight? TELL ME. please. I swear, can my life suck anymore than this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going out too much...grades are slipping...QQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1550664766836866810?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1550664766836866810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1550664766836866810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1550664766836866810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1550664766836866810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-not-now.html' title='Why not now'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8089535652638611645</id><published>2009-04-01T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:36:52.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop telling me what to do!! Maybe the only reason why I don't do the things you tell me to do is because you're screaming and yelling at me to do it. Maybe if you just give me some time, I'd eventually do it by myself! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. &lt;i&gt;piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS I'm breaking out. right before colophon pictures, FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PPS you're hella cute (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8089535652638611645?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8089535652638611645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8089535652638611645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8089535652638611645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8089535652638611645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-my-own.html' title='I&apos;m my own'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6795057223846259425</id><published>2009-03-31T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:08:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best it gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=7.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/gee_-_snsd.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=having+fun" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today there was no school and my plans were ruin...I had 4 free tickets to watch the screening of The Soloist and no one was able to go with me WTH, so I went to the dentist and then home. LAME. btw I got a 3rd cavity... tiny little shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday, March 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Useless day. There was no point in going to school for a day and then not going to school the next day for Caesar Chavez Day. whatev' there was nothing to do in my classes anyways... seventh period I chilled with Jennifer and Company. Then the bell rang I remembered I had to make up a lab, and so I went to Chemistry class with Channel and did the stupid lab that took up a hour or two -.- then I rushed home and got ready, then people came over. We headed off to Uwink &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;call me if they change their mind about that RX7 :P &lt;/i&gt;so we arrived to Uwink at around 6:30pm and we ate and played games for nearly 4 hours LMAO. it was great. Truth or Dare? DARE DARE DARE. Yodel. Othello? no. DrangonFlip. Ohhhh what to do without you, &lt;i&gt;Technology&lt;/i&gt;. I haven't had a fun night like this in a hell of a long time. thanks for making the night fun and thanks Jennifer for making me want to piss my pants two times that day. call me up let's do this again (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnYLr8YGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MkRIOrFKjKM/s1600-h/CIMG0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnYLr8YGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MkRIOrFKjKM/s320/CIMG0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920356238844002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rosey cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnYBAU4jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PqTiW3_Dt54/s1600-h/CIMG0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnYBAU4jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PqTiW3_Dt54/s320/CIMG0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920353371546162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnX3stC8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iSO7SNR8JQI/s1600-h/CIMG0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnX3stC8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iSO7SNR8JQI/s320/CIMG0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920350873324482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;too much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmXK7061I/AAAAAAAAAHo/12A83Dmv7L8/s1600-h/CIMG0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmXK7061I/AAAAAAAAAHo/12A83Dmv7L8/s320/CIMG0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919239345531730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'I have to keep my face like this for _ minutes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmXFZbdNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/G3t-mnTtaWM/s1600-h/CIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmXFZbdNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/G3t-mnTtaWM/s320/CIMG0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919237859079378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;numbero 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmW5nKoAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LXnok2y8AYg/s1600-h/CIMG0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmW5nKoAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LXnok2y8AYg/s320/CIMG0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919234695471106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;numbero 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmWtVe2_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qUplj__I_5c/s1600-h/CIMG0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmWtVe2_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qUplj__I_5c/s320/CIMG0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919231400074226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;numbero 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmWa7K3KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I_D-7CEz644/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQmWa7K3KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I_D-7CEz644/s320/CIMG0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919226457873570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love; Car-head&lt;/b&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/4279924498896276539-6795057223846259425?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6795057223846259425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6795057223846259425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6795057223846259425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6795057223846259425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-it-gets.html' title='The best it gets'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SdQnYLr8YGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MkRIOrFKjKM/s72-c/CIMG0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2320715813542671636</id><published>2009-03-29T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:27:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me on the dance floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=32.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Kid%20Cudi%20vs.%20Crookers%20-%20Day%20n%20Night.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=%2Adead%2A" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 27 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Battle of the Classes. It wasn't as exciting as last year but it was a good show. My class really surprised me... and the freshmen did well too. but nothing mattered because in the end it was just the traditional first place: SENIORS second place: JUNIORS third place: SOPHOMORES... I was all good. after battle I was all hyped up, I wanted to go clubbin. SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, March 28 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I went out with my family and I got to buy two more pairs of Pumas and a Pair of Steve Madden sandals. It was all to make up for that New York trip that I didn't get to go on. I guess we're even :P after all that we went to Yogurtland, Daiso, and Marukai I swear I love Japanese snacks (: then on the way home my mom felt nice and dropped me off at Jimmy's house, where Julia and Emily was getting ready to go to Jenny's birthday dinner. I showed up to a semi formal dinner in Tshirts and Jeans. WTF.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sad life. &lt;/span&gt;so we went to Elephant bar and then Yogurtland &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you do something stupid when you get caught up at the moment, then you thing about it a couple minutes later and you think; &lt;i&gt;'WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DID I JUST DO THAT? FUCK FUCK FUCK, I BET I LOOKED STUPID' &lt;/i&gt;yeah. I've done that constantly for the past week. quit life. seriously. I bet to you, you wouldn't notice how stupid that was, it wasn't something you'd notice if you were the third person, but it was stupid doing what I did and acted the way I did. FML. Build me a time machine, Time Travel. thanks.&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/4279924498896276539-2320715813542671636?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2320715813542671636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2320715813542671636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2320715813542671636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2320715813542671636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/blahhh.html' title='You and me on the dance floor'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-5754946023093318174</id><published>2009-03-26T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:26:24.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyy, you're cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=8.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Bright%20Eyes%20-%20The%20First%20Day%20Of%20My%20Life.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=happy" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tennis at home verus Silver Creek&lt;br /&gt;hmm You're hella cute (:&lt;br /&gt;nice teeth, smile, and everything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-5754946023093318174?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5754946023093318174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=5754946023093318174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5754946023093318174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5754946023093318174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyy-youre-cute.html' title='Boyy, you&apos;re cute.'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7487734337543908727</id><published>2009-03-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:38:04.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Bad Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=11.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Christina%20Milian%20-%20Us%20Against%20The%20World.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=cool" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12:55 PM. school's out and instead of going home like a good girl, I stayed at home. Why? because there's no reason to be home if all I'm going to do is do my homework, eat, and sleep. HELLO. I'M GROUNDED! funny how I can still manage to go on the net... but it's actually not that hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So last night I stayed up until 1 AM on a school night to work on and english essay. and it feels good. HAH are you kidding me? after school I was burnt. I fell asleep in my brother's room from 4-5 PM. then here I am updating my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;English is my worse subject, really. Everything is so difficult, all the rules and all the writing and reading... It's not my forte. I seriously need to stop writing like a spaz -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good talk today, that was some good heart-to-heart talk... It's kind of nice knowing there's someone that can relate to me; that's something hard to find. Thanks Khoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I have the need for speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. I'm down for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Poker night, you me and the money on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Underage clubbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. Night life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7487734337543908727?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7487734337543908727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7487734337543908727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7487734337543908727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7487734337543908727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-ass.html' title='Inner Bad Ass'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-960072460485386964</id><published>2009-03-24T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:30:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's once a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="50" width="150" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=27.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Eat_You_Up_-_BoA_.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=lets+fight" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my mom throws mood swings at me. I have like 20 minutes to write this blog because I'm 'grounded' and I can't use the internet. crunch! so it was just yesterday when my mom made a huge commotion about me and my older brother. it was ridiculous. The day I don't go to school and she yells and screams in my ears. Yesterday was like this: I woke up in the middle of the day because the night before I slept at 12 AM only because I felt like I should do my homework before it piles up tomorrow. so I wake up and do some more homework and eat and went walking the dog at around 4:30 PM and came home at around 6 PM. When I came home I wanted to relax and so I go on the internet and does what any other kid would do. Play games. then my mom tells my brother that dinner won't be ready until a very long time, and so he and I takes our time, to shower a little later. then she yells at us like 30 minutes later for not showering, because the food was almost done. then she starts yelling nonsense at me for not making my bed and not doing my homework early and never listening to her and waking up late everyday and then she breaks down and leaves the house. like wow. she came home and gave us the silent treatment and tells me to call a friend because she's kicking me out the house. gee. I didn't do anything but we predicted that she would fuck up my stuff so my brother goes and hide all my stuff. so this morning she didn't make breakfast or lunch for me and obviously wants me to starve -.- I just keep thinking it's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; once a month and after that it will be back to normal; and repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-960072460485386964?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/960072460485386964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=960072460485386964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/960072460485386964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/960072460485386964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-once-month.html' title='It&apos;s once a month'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2311289876830067474</id><published>2009-03-22T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:23:44.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=16.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/02.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=thinking" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week was a really strange week. Wednesday, March 18; everyone on campus was shocked by the appearance of what looks li&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swastika, burnt 20 feet wide on the grassy area on our school campus. The day before this, our school recieved mail of a 'no name' and in the envelope contained some white powder crap. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la-de-da&lt;/span&gt; cops were everywhere. soo Friday my mum didn't let me go to school because there were threats of a shooting on campus... and in addition I won't be going to school on Monday either. GG! my four day weekend. Oh it is love. more games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to my previous entry, I said I was back. well guess what? I'm not. definitely not whole. Long car rides got me thinking a lot. it really just hit me now that I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belong&lt;/span&gt; at Evergreen. no, really. as much as I try, it's just not right. I feel like Evergreen is a waste of my life. I can be out doing things you guys probably wouldn't think I would do if you didn't know me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; think opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm not going to give you a list because a mere stranger doesn't need to know the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;me. I'm not rich, I'm not high ranked, and I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;innocent. it might seem bad to say but I envy some people that fucked up their lives in the past and/or present and eventually learn from their mistakes. I mean there are people around here like that, but I only consider them fake. I need the main source. it's reality and I need to get around. Being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; hanging with a bunch of _ _ _ _ _ _ _s is not what I want in life. sometimes I just think, why can't I walk around downtown at 8 o'clock at night without having second thoughts? Tell me what's keeping me from letting myself out of my own shell? I know what I'm living in isn't real. I want to live a life where I can learn from my own mistakes, not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I didn't move here, I wouldn't be so afraid of getting shot tomorrow in a shooting at school.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but it's not a time to test my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never met New York, missed my chance. so fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps there's a lot to say but it's too hard to let everything out on a stupid live blog. I need a real friend, or just a stranger, to have a damn heart to heart conversation. just because my life sucks. and I'm damn serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2311289876830067474?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2311289876830067474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2311289876830067474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2311289876830067474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2311289876830067474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2256202166766829473</id><published>2009-03-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:34:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it's too late, It's Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=12.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Wheesung%20-%20Insomnia.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=listening" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately I guess things are getting better for me, but not completely. I believe it's only because I try to avoid reality by playing hours and hours of games; let's say around 4 AM? no joke. sigh* It's been since last Saturday, the 14th that I've been hooked on games. I was suppose to do this blog update last weekend but I was preoccupied with IMINLIKEWITHYOU and GUNBOUND. that's right. Gunbound. regardless of its new sucky background music. it's still fun. it brings back the old times of when I would play every night and meet strangers that laugh like 'JAJAJA' and not 'HAHAH' you know what I mean? As for Iminlikewithyou, unfortunately it's not called Iminlikewithyou anymore. it's called Omgpop. why? I don't know about you but like like 'iminlikewithyou' because it gets me into weird conversations that goes down like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, alice! what's up?&lt;br /&gt;im in like with you!&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm what?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4279924498896276539-2256202166766829473?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2256202166766829473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2256202166766829473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2256202166766829473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2256202166766829473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-its-too-late-its-insomnia.html' title='Before it&apos;s too late, It&apos;s Insomnia'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-695682611870100506</id><published>2009-03-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:36:52.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I like your shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uhm thanks! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Chromeo%20-%20Bonafied%20Lovin.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=tired" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boy's tennis lost to Leland. LOL fuckkken.&lt;br /&gt;and I went to the Band Festival, but I didn't stay long enough :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously, If anyone is to be pissed off, it should be me. you're fucking stupid you know? You say it but you don't want it! Forget it, I gave up on you a long time ago. and all the more reasons of why people are so stupid, STOP FLAKING and stop being so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when I appear to be happy all the time, it doesn't naturally mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy all the time&lt;/span&gt;. I am not some robot that lives a life in Disneyland. Sometimes I just don't feel the necessity to show my weak and lonely side because you wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yearbook?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-695682611870100506?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/695682611870100506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=695682611870100506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/695682611870100506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/695682611870100506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-i-like-your-shirt.html' title='Hey, I like your shirt'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2115602680109074046</id><published>2009-03-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:58:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Orange Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=11.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Flo%20Rida%20-%20Right%20Round.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=cool" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I just thought this song was sooo catchy... No I did not all of a sudden like Flo Rida -.- not that anything is wrong with him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBnFRX4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/VPziV6aUg5M/s1600-h/NEEDSHUGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBnFRX4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/VPziV6aUg5M/s320/NEEDSHUGS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312169510991650690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbikLbNTf9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EOcWb32rUbA/s1600-h/TYLERRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbikLbNTf9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EOcWb32rUbA/s320/TYLERRR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312176276672577490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My adorable nephew (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBzUAZtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-5Qo-B5vIME/s1600-h/JENNIFEER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBzUAZtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-5Qo-B5vIME/s320/JENNIFEER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312169514274678482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; friend, Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I AM FUCKING BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahem excuse my profanity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and moving on, people aren't going to change for the better. It's just best if I adjust to the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; and move on. People are just human. I came to realization that I only have two more years of high school, I should just suck it up and continue on with my life. no one will ever understand me, that's okay though, because two years probably won't be long enough for you to get to know me. I put my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phase of hatred&lt;/span&gt; behind me but it's definitely not gone. I still hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I arrived at school at 7:15 AM, late to class as always, when walking to my class I looked up and saw the moon. it was gorgeous! it was completely round, orange, and HUGEEE . The day that I don't bring my camera, is the only day that the moon will ever appear like that... I was soo amazed. :P it was beautiful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chili's chocolate chip molten cake is like heaven in your mouth. I swear I haven't eaten a dessert that delicious since the last time I went to a Thai restaurant and ordered fried banana with a side of coconut ice cream. That's definitely heaven in your mouth. I'm not a big Chili's fan but to support Interact, I went to eat on Monday with Annie. just the two of us and we ordered the Texas something fries and oh my gosh. TWO THUMBS UP. and the chicken quesadilla. bllleeeehhhhh FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day I encountered my younger brother's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new friend&lt;/span&gt; ._. HAHAH GOOD LAUGH. I was having a bad day and this was just tooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: Hi Kevin, Oh I see you have a new friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kevin and derrick: *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: Hi I'm Alice, Kevin's sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kid: Ohh Hey Kevin you didn't tell me you got a &lt;i&gt;hott&lt;/i&gt; sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH MY FUCKING ASS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying my hair to black was a horrible idea. Today made me realize why I loved my blond hair so much. People don't mistaken other people as me, when I am blond. People usually don't have to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where's waldo&lt;/span&gt; to find me in the crowd. how depressing, I'm going to change my hair. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades are good. I'm madly in love with my 96% in Chemistry and so I'm starting to go out a lot more often now :P still so fucking close to going to New York. fucckkeenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block schedule fucken two hour long lecture on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt;, Jennifer, Brian, Khoi, and I started doodling and passing it around. LOL it's sooo damn hard to laugh quietly. HAHAH just guess who drew what :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBVsGbfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dZFU6QBQZe0/s1600-h/DOODLE01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBVsGbfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dZFU6QBQZe0/s320/DOODLE01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312169506322673138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doodle One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBp5c29I/AAAAAAAAAGo/LJKHerniVU4/s1600-h/DOODLE02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBp5c29I/AAAAAAAAAGo/LJKHerniVU4/s320/DOODLE02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312169511747378130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doodle Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2115602680109074046?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2115602680109074046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2115602680109074046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2115602680109074046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2115602680109074046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-orange-candy.html' title='Big Orange Candy'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SbieBnFRX4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/VPziV6aUg5M/s72-c/NEEDSHUGS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3288478600732675552</id><published>2009-03-08T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:32:55.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="50" width="150" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=20.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Kleerup%20ft.%20Lykke%20Li%20-%20Until%20We%20Bleed.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=UFO" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[listen to the lyrics :P] Cathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was necessary to have two blogs in the same night, just because I'm not lazy and I actually have something to say. hmm happy daylight savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few weeks now and my mom is still totally absurd. she throws random mood swings at me, some that I don't even know what to do with them. She yells at me for finishing homework late, not hanging the towel straight, forgetting to fold my clothes, forgetting to make my bed, not exercising enough, not showering on time, waking up late, taking a long time to get ready, taking naps and many other ridiculous actions. She's taking on the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm a hard core mom&lt;/span&gt; role, but obviously she's just bi-polar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say I spent about 8-9 hours working in Yearbook class, on Friday, March 6, 2009, I just thought that was great. It's okay that I didn't go paintballing.... cries* because everyone raised here doesn't want to get down and dirty, so I'd be partner-less. but instead of going paintballing I planned to go to Great Mall. I haven't been there in such a long time, that and it's much better than the nearby mall (greatly invaded by you-know-whos). I canceled my plans to Great Mall because I didn't want to deal with difficult friends. very annoyed* I very much just rather work on deadlines in Yearbook =.=' because I definitely don't have a life.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; [why couldn't you tell I was pissed off at you?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* I'm really fed up with high school. glad the year is ending. and most definitely glad I'm going to be a junior soon. I just can't take it. I'm going through whole &lt;i&gt;fuck the world, fuck the school, and fuck my friends&lt;/i&gt; phase. I can't help but admit reality's a bitch. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Announcing Tam Henry Le Nguyen as my number one blog subscriber. thanks bud (;&lt;/b&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/4279924498896276539-3288478600732675552?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3288478600732675552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3288478600732675552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3288478600732675552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3288478600732675552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4861965516660223563</id><published>2009-03-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:58:47.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it went down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Britney%20spears-%20Phonography.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=tired" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[it says pornography, and I think that's hilarious]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a nice Vietnamese restaurant in Milpitas, sitting next to a table of a family with two kids. and this is how it when down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy: is Santa reallll ??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;older boy: NO SANTA IS NOT REAL! I stayed up until 1 am on Christmas and he did no come!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy asks mom: Is Santa real?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*silence* WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: mom don't eat too much&lt;br /&gt;mom: why?&lt;br /&gt;boy: because when you eat too much you get fat, and when you get fat you get big, and when you get big you have a lot of babies&lt;br /&gt;mom: *eats in silence*&lt;br /&gt;boy: and that won't be too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how sharing a &lt;s&gt;hot dog&lt;/s&gt; banana with someone isn't so awkward, when we were younger ._.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4279924498896276539-4861965516660223563?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4861965516660223563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4861965516660223563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4861965516660223563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4861965516660223563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-it-went-down.html' title='How it went down'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1845901185132081170</id><published>2009-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:59:09.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Worth Talking To</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=37.png&amp;amp;music_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fileden.com%2Ffiles%2F2009%2F2%2F25%2F2338288%2Flily%2520allen%2520-%2520Fuck%2520You.mp3&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=angry" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh really now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sorry guys, muzicons was being a fag and deleted all my music. now I have to get URL links to my music to upload them, jeeeez]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hw"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abbreviate (ab·bre·vi·ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;): To make shorter.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people abbreviate words, especially when the word only ranges from 6-8 letters. I think It's annoying and so childish and sometimes it just doesn't make sense. because is not bc. stop it. I admit I typed like that in second grade, but heh we're not seven anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know have I've been so depressed lately? Well I take it to Iminlikewithyou and play games with strangers. Ohh how I love meeting people (: why did I ever stop joining those myspace trains? those were so much fun, I met hella people. if they aren't 92875 years old and not a creeper then it's a-okay. and I love how I can totally tell a stranger my life story without hesitation. Everyone esle I know, I have to stop and think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can I trust you?&lt;/span&gt; that's my explanation for being to pensive lately, no one worth talking to. I mean sure, I'd tell you something, but only to get answers like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uh huh, mhmm&lt;/span&gt; from you. obviously I can't work with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can I do something fun with my life? I'm not talented in any way what so ever. I can't play a musical instrument, just because my mom doesn't want to pay for my lessons. it's that and my mom thinks playing the piano is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old fashioned&lt;/span&gt;, fucken. Sometimes I just want to go back to Oak Grove, just because it's so degrading here. Obviously I don't fit here, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought dying my hair to black was going to change me. yeah how stupid was I? my life didn't get anymore exciting then the usual 6am routine and walking to first period late everyday. and it's not like I am busy, I just don't understand why I can't get straight muthhhaa fucken A's. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuse me.&lt;/span&gt; I'm just so mad. C in english? really now. I bombed a vocabulary test, so what does that mean? I'm eliterate? yeah, life hasn't changed one bit . and I miss my blonde hair. I hate to admit but I couldn't last 2 months without my hair being blonde. It's just not right. I want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know when to stop, and some people just don't know how they have it better than others. People are just so damned annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no word to describe how I feel, anymore. I'm just going to have to tell you my whole life's story, but even then you still won't understand me. I tried. I guess you it's just not possible to get to know me all in one day, or in a week, or in a month. and honestly no one knows who I am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to going to New York. fmylife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt; (Janpanese), the other night. it was total kill. It wasn't BOOM scarey it was just so deadly. I mean, how often are you going to see a bunch of high school students stuck on an island and the only way out is to kill each other... who is the mastermind that directed this story. you're very sick minded. But then again it's not any worse than the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw&lt;/span&gt; series, but I am a fan of Saw movies. I don't know it's stupid sometimes but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1845901185132081170?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1845901185132081170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1845901185132081170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1845901185132081170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1845901185132081170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-not-worth-talking-to.html' title='You&apos;re Not Worth Talking To'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-5379521570457015925</id><published>2009-02-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:17:41.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;music_file=http://api.ning.com/files/u0Vg6BWRUp0Wl0768wNDAX9NLQBIK-31PjQqivxgkR3mOnVx9yuwkOHdmJn23p5coMKigXgYRVC5PVUiUImcHe5isVuNGGvI/04owl_citythe_saltwater_room.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=sad" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fated to Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; finished! It's about time. What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school starts, I promise that there will no longer be blogs everyday. I will try to update once a week, maybe I don't know, only if it's necessary. there is nothing exciting going on in my life, nothing. My life is so boring, I need to get a job. I need to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very upset about not being able to go to New York. Come on, what exactly am I going to do here. Can't I just go? I hate this place. I hate it. I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been very pensive lately, and I really don't know who to turn to anymore :/ I'm sick of this place. I'm sick of the people. Just sick, of everything. I guess I watch movies and dramas to forget about how unsatisfying my life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BIG SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and on top of that, I'm starting to get a lot of acne. Gro&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. school is tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please just kill me now, seriously.&lt;/span&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/4279924498896276539-5379521570457015925?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5379521570457015925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=5379521570457015925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5379521570457015925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5379521570457015925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/fated-to-love-you-finished-its-about.html' title='Think'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4273377491069836828</id><published>2009-02-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:46:32.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon_v_srv_new.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=0.png&amp;music_file=http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/2/25/2338288/Daft_Punk%20-%20Technologic.mp3&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=Hmmmmm.." wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vegetarian food from The Vegetarian House! WHAT THE FUCCCKKKK??? CRAAVEEE. Tell me why it's so good? Well guess what? I can't have it, because everyone in my family are meat eaters and I guess they can say the resturant is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; or just say they don't want it! Someone... take me to The Vegetarian House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to watch Fated to Love You, at last I can finish the drama; and then start on a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCCKKKEENNN JULIA . CAN WE CHILL?&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/4279924498896276539-4273377491069836828?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4273377491069836828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4273377491069836828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4273377491069836828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4273377491069836828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanting.html' title='Wanting'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6319149655397580600</id><published>2009-02-20T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:01:44.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2am, I'm doing Facebook surveys. Have you ever gotten a survey that asks for you to name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this many friends&lt;/span&gt; and the it asks about them? well that's what I got, and what's totally sad is that I couldn't even think of 21 friends off the top. *heads to table* I've done this survey before, but why can't I do it again? I guess I've drifted. and simple words as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate people&lt;/span&gt; has come to affect.&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/4279924498896276539-6319149655397580600?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6319149655397580600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6319149655397580600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6319149655397580600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6319149655397580600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/surveys.html' title='Surveys'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7777436590173280912</id><published>2009-02-20T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:01:32.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon3.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=55.png&amp;music_file=A3cGcUYB&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=television" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My break went by just like that. I'm blogging for the sake of having one, that and because I have nothing better to do. I don't see how it is possible to stay home all week doing absolutely nothing, even possible, but I guess it is. I stayed up until 2am everyday and sleep in until the afternoon, which is totally unhealthy but who cares? It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation.&lt;/span&gt; I have watched about two movies a day for the past week and also started up Limewire again, only to download viruses :/ it's gone now, but it it wasted two days of my break just getting rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;, honestly I didn't really like it. It wasn't as good as the first one, and I wouldn't want to watch it a second time :/ I'm very disappointed. but I still love his accent. LOL just pure hilarious. other than that :/ Bootleg it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang&lt;/span&gt;. This movie is similar to Burned After Reading. It is HILARIOUS. Starring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, you know Iron Man? well anyways he played a thief in the movie, he got into a movie audition and unknowingly into a murder investigation with his dream girl. The movie was full of stupid stunts and I can honestly say the movie was not predictable. I like it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;. I watched this movie awhile ago. a month before it came out to theaters. the movie was leaked, and so I watched it with my brothers at home. it was action packed and very suspenseful. I'd watch it again (; perhaps in theaters this time? keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm a great movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;now this is what I call a good movie. I would definitely watch it again, or even  a third time. Starring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Rae-won (김래원)&lt;/span&gt;, in the beginning he actually reminded me of Jet-Li. but that isn't the issue. he is a great actor, I don't think I've ever seen a guy cry so real. The storyline was just amazing. About a thug that was sentence to jail for 10 years, for killing a guy. He comes back after 10 years to live with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mom'&lt;/span&gt;. Boss of a huge company wants to build a huge mall of some sort so he bought all the land around his mom's tiny restaurant, but the only thing standing in his way of building was that little resturant. The lady, stubbornly, refuses to sell her resturant and it storms up a huge fight in the end. Revenege. Death. and Destruction. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were you in love with Taesik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Don't Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think love is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's about happy moments and good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you remember, love doesn't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What great way to end a movie. Totally open. It just gets me thinking, what if it didn't end like that? :/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7777436590173280912?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7777436590173280912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7777436590173280912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7777436590173280912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7777436590173280912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7093881657484325387</id><published>2009-02-16T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:04:06.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon3.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=7.png&amp;music_file=A3YCcEcH&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=having+fun" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a lot of useless junk around my house and my mom decided to clean out the house and throw out and/or give away some of my old stuff. so she packed away all my toys and stationary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which reminds me... what happen to all my cute stationary?!&lt;/span&gt; and such and gave it away to my cousins. she gave away one of my journals, which had writing on only one page... my cousin read it and totally laughed at me. what can I say? I was in the 1st or 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Conversation between my cousin and my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: hellla funny&lt;br /&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: wooo&lt;br /&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: crack me uup&lt;br /&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: ima type everything u wrote&lt;br /&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: its only one page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i face="arial" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: deAR diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: today i have a crush on anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: should i keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rock_it_Man: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: becuz he like chinese and monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: and want to be azn like chinese ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: so then i think he likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: i like him because he like chinese  and monkey and i like em alll to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: hes funny but stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: hes not smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: cause he has a 5% on his math test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: thats it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.:HOPE:. ObamA: haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA, tell me that wasn't funny.&lt;/span&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/4279924498896276539-7093881657484325387?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7093881657484325387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7093881657484325387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7093881657484325387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7093881657484325387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/elementary.html' title='Elementary'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6348606462191819209</id><published>2009-02-15T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:15:57.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's at fault?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;amp;icon_pic=31.png&amp;amp;music_file=A3EKfkMF&amp;amp;bg_color=898989&amp;amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;amp;text_message=sad" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" align="middle" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's raining, and it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making plans can be excessively difficult. it's not even funny ): I have no problem going out but it's always so difficult to get others to go out. whether it's about rides or it's about permission to go out. anything and everything to ruin a good day's out. but I guess it's okay, because it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; fault. can I be legal... maybe... now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have parents. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asian parents&lt;/span&gt;. I love them, they're understanding &amp;amp; very different from any other "typical asian" parent. the only thing that will never change is; the fact that they are strict on getting good grades. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good grades&lt;/span&gt; are A's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and unfortunately my parents will not settle for any B's. I don't think B's are bad, not at all, I mean it can get worst but they just don't understand Mrs. Aisola, is a little **** and chemistry is extremely hard. but parents are parents, and they yell at me for getting two B's on my semester report card. so its final. I can't join battle this year, well this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I possibly miss out on? I get a chance to do plenty of things but there's always SOMETHING that holds me back. WHY. why can't they say yes? why can't I be more sure? why can't... forget it... life is just soo unfair. I missed President's Retreat with Interact Officers. oh my, I'm a horrible officer, or just the weakest link... I have no skills now what so ever, but regardless I will do my best. as for future trips and retreats... can I not miss them??? D: NEW YORK. I want to say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here I come&lt;/span&gt; but I think it's too late.&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/4279924498896276539-6348606462191819209?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6348606462191819209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6348606462191819209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6348606462191819209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6348606462191819209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining-and-its-cold.html' title='Who&apos;s at fault?'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-514813087550618348</id><published>2009-02-13T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:00:44.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen is my lucky number</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="50" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://muzicons.com/musicon3.swf" width="150" height="50" menu="false" quality="high"  align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;nomuz=muzicon%20unavailable&amp;site=http://muzicons.com/&amp;icon_pic=14.png&amp;music_file=A3EKfkQM&amp;bg_color=898989&amp;type_of_clip=simple&amp;text_color=FFFFFF&amp;text_message=tired" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ohohoh. I'm back, and now what? The last time I blogged was like maybe before Christmas Break... there are some drafts about my break but it's not very interesting, so I decided to keep it as a draft. you know I should really stop doing that ... =.=' sigh* so what? it's been roughly about 2 months since my last blog, why? because not too long ago, people just started to annoy the shit out of me. seriously, guys? serious. whether you like me or not; just say it, people just frustrates me soo much. I guess there has been a lot of things going on in the past 2 months but to sum it up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people are annoying&lt;/span&gt; there's no another way to say it. I guess I could have blogged about how annoying people are everyday but I won't because a public blog is too limited. But there isn't much to do about that either. so I just stopped blogging all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I was on haitus for so long is becuase I was actually working on constructing my own website -- total fail. I guess I just didn't like how it looked to I'm not going to show it to you. well that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? second semester? yeah. I'm surprised I'm actually doing well in class. that is, besides English, because Mrs. Aisola is a total douche. she ruined my life ): I also started getting into this bad habbit of falling asleep in class :/ I don't intend to but I guess I can't help but sleep. When I try to go to bed early to avoid sleeping in class, it DOESN'T work. I don't understand. Am I unhealthy? I need PE again don't I? sigh* unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got surgery on her tyroid (IDK?) and so she's been locked up in her room for many days. 10 days to be exact. I guess it's just a precaution she has to take after her surgery... because she is on hibernation, I had to be 'mom' for 10 days. it was the hardest task I had ever taken on in my life, or maybe not, but it was so stressful expecially on my most busy week :/ I had projects after projects to do... and what killed me the most is the tight schedule I was running on. whenever I'm not working on school things, I would be doing house work. horrible ): I guess my nightmare will soon be over and I can finally sleep in peace, knowing that I don't have to wake up early in the morning to do the laundry and stay up late to fold clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm before my mom's surgery, I got a hair cut. it's a lot shorter than before and I dyed it all black (; I guess it was the closest it'll ever get to my natural hair color ;D but after it was all done. I just wasn't use to seeing me like that. it was soo plain and simple. my hair dresser knew me too well. and so she suggested extensions. yeah extensions! ;D how fun. so there it is platnium blonde and hot pink extensions (; I guess a simple hair cut turned out to be every bold and edgy. I like it but just sometimes I regret it because I miss my blonde hair so much. you know, you really get attached to it once you've had blonde for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH ITCHY! So in the third grade I fell off the monkey bars and fractured my left elbow, and for a whole month, last month, my left elbow started to hurt. there was a sudden strain on it and so I went to get it checked out and the doctor told me to buy a thing called a 'tennis elbow' I guess to give my elbow support... when I got to Walgreens my mom complained that it was just a flimsy elbow wrap, and so she picks up a 'heavy-duty elbow brace' thing =.=' mom. I didn't break my arm. so I refused to buy it because that was just ridiculous, we got home and my mom found a different solution. Salonpas. The first day I used it. it worked for a bit, it allowed me to move my left arm around more freely. after a week of using it... I decided to stop, I figured I had overdosed =.=' and guess what? a week after I stopped using it. I started getting a rash, then it started getting puffy. and you know. it was just all bad... after days and days of applying cream and lotion and aloe vera. anything possible. it started to go away, but then it grew to another place on my arm. it was as if it had engulfed my whole arm with this skin rash. I guess I was really REALLY allgeric to this Salonpas. and I didn't even know of it :/ so what happen really? burned from a Salonpas, I think I should really get this checked up, but I can't because my mom is still on her room. I should seriously tie my hands together so I will never have the temptation of itching my arm... it's nearly gone now. but I'm scared it might scar... well it is a burn. ): SADDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, Friday The 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah? it's also the day before Valentine's and everyone is getting flowers and balloons and such. while I got a lovely flower gram from Cathy. one in which I went with her to buy. LAME! oh and a bunch of Kisses. HERSEY'S CHOCOLATE. nothing more. it wasn't as bad as I would imagine because, well Valentine's was never my favorite holiday. most of the time I would think it's stupid. because.... well; what does it mean to 'be my Valentine'? I DON'T KNOW. What do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; do? I DON'T KNOW :/ sorry Derrick I'd love to be your Valentine. only if I knew what that meant &amp;amp; only if you spent the week off with your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's okay&lt;/span&gt; I'm still here for you (; &amp;amp;I'm not going anywhere. and you know you're going to have to make it up to us, for all the time you'll bail on us for Battle. but you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I totally understand.&lt;/span&gt; recap; Friday the 13 instead of going to Derrick's 5th period with Cathy to sing him our own song, we ran around the halls on our tippy toes to prevent from making loud noises. Instead of going to the movies, I went to yearbook to work until 6pm. just perfect (; I had a great time in yearbook anyways, so everything was swell, I don't think it could have gotten any better than this on Friday the 13. oh and flower grams are just so fun (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-514813087550618348?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/514813087550618348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=514813087550618348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/514813087550618348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/514813087550618348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirteen-is-my-lucky-number.html' title='Thirteen is my lucky number'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3073738303021226360</id><published>2008-12-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:12:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ITS THURSDAY! first period. first period. we watched some video, that was supose to be really sad. I didn't really understand it... okay whatever well third period; I GOT A C ON MY CHEMISTRY TEST. I'M SO MAD! I thought I knew what I was doing!!! I made the stupidest mistakes! oh my goodness! HOW CAN I RAISE MY GRADE?! It's nearly impossible to raise a 85% to a 90% wow I'm going to cry... so much for raising my grades; you know what? I really hate you, Ms. Salloom. BREAK. so I was telling Julia my sad story of last night as I was walking to Derrick to give him his lunch, Connie attacked me out of no where and told me I was going to New York. OH SHIT! why? because of our amazing yearbook last year! WIRED! you're one of the gold crown finalist -I'm guessing- I didn't really pay attention. all I heard was New York and eveyrhting else became a complete blurr. I was soo excited. wow. it was the best 5 seconds of my life! I went straight to Derrick and gave him a random hug! LOL I just had to tell someone and so I told him first. No Derrick I'm not staying there forever. haha it's nice how you care so much ;D I just realiazed I should be nicer to you :DDD KEKE. btw; I was cleaning my room and I found this old postit note that you wrote to me, awhile back o_O it says: &lt;em&gt;Love Derrick more (: and treat him as a BROTHER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAH good laugh. its been awhile Derrick. :\ well anyways that was my awesome spectacular break ;D bell rang and I was soo over excited; I tired to finish telling Julia my story, I was talking so fast I was like chocking. well yeah story told. and I went to yearbook class, great news; truth's out: WE'RE GOING TO NEW YORK!! okay okay now let's PARRTYYYY! I called my mom and she brought in like 40 eggrolls ;D YUMMY . we had a huge feast in yearbook, secret santa, and KARAOKE. can you say asain?! LOL. I love it. Britney Spears anyone? hahah! we relived the past with Britney and Spice Girls. lol that was a great, the food was great. I was hella full! *A* lunch time and I still had like 10 eggrolls I gave some away and then went to go watch the spirit day activity. it was musical chairs. haha funn. sososo after that spaz I went to Julia's classroom for a bit and then walked home. when I got home I told my mom and my brother the great news! I was scared they wouldn't let me go but turns out I was wrong. YAY I CAN GOOO :DDD let's keep it that way, please. so my mom was being bipolar and she was like Alice. do you have homework today? No. Okay I'm going to take you shopping. o_O the fuck. just yesterday night was was yelling at me and blaming e for getting her sick and everything.... but whatever; shopping? OKAY! so I got a few things I needed and then came back home to pick up my brother. I'm still looking for a plain black scarf. and a plain white scarf. WHYYY can't I find the perfect one?! so we went home to get my brothers to go to Costco. damn those free samples were delicious! ;D and oh my god I saw him again and he's gorgeous! HAHA well yeah we bought a few snacks and then headed home; where I waste more of my time on the laptop when I SHOULD be cleaning up my room. this is horrible. I was supose to get brownie points for cleanign my room ... guess not? but I CAN GO TO JULIA'S PARTY. isn't this exciting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this weekend is going to get hectic... Julia's Party on Friday, Interact Community Service on Satuday, and hopefully Annie's Party on Sunday. looking forward to going to these events... ;D today was a good day. goodnight everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*soooooo over you &gt;: stupid nemhserf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3073738303021226360?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3073738303021226360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3073738303021226360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3073738303021226360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3073738303021226360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6974646670480352475</id><published>2008-12-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:43:59.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So lately I've been Facebook whoring and I decided to do those note tagging thing. I took the note from Jennifer, who had tagged me (: and I reposted it. my comment box filled up with names and I was sitting around for like an hour or two repling back to them. not right away, well because I was doing Chemistry homework at the time. keke it was amazing how such a small note and bring back all my memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="hw"  &gt;reminisce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="hw"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;some of the questions asked me to think back to my frist memory with the person and what I like about the person and what I didn't like about the person. it was a really good thing I decided to repost that note. there's a lot of memories that just aren't meant to be forgotten and once I got all those names in my comment box I sat and thought way back in elementary and way back to when I met the person. it was a great thing to be able to thing back to all the good times we had together. everything is still there. I didn't forget it, I just needed something to occasionally remind me that this is the past and here's the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I knew you were too good to be true. ): and WDF why can't I cut &amp;amp; dye my hair?! why why why. I have to live with this hair for a couple more months until I can get another hair cut, are you shitting me. I WANT A CHANGE. and I WANT IT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, December 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vietnamese class was ridiculous YOU SAID WE CAN SING IN ENGLISH. then you screwed us over and then our solution was to make up our own Vietnamese translation on Winter Wonderland and sing it. LOLOL it was pretty darn funny. ;D after our presentation, it was second period Aisola; we had a guest speaker for the whole block period. she talked to us about grief and all that good stuff. it was pretty interesting and it was actually very meaningful. fourth period... I fell asleep in class once again. I can never seem to stay awake in Ms. Li's class. that little shit. LUNCH; it was a good one... we had our HOHOH2O event going on for Interact with performers from 4 Elements, Acapella and EVHS Alumni. I can't believe I forgot to bring money to donate for Hydraid. Drats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*BESTIEEE! ....uhh What the fuck?*&lt;/span&gt; sixth period was pretty good; we watched Iron Man. I can't believe I never watched Iron Man. I've been missing out. it's a good movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Dudde seriously now, they need better background music. it's like dundundundunnnndoon*&lt;/span&gt; LOL I kinda miss quoting you, Cathy. Afterschool, I chilled with Julia, Sean, Jimmy, and Kathleen at Burrito Azteca. it was pretty, I gotta admit I was just a little spazzed out. LOL no idea what I was on ... o_O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and this is what happen when we don't eat during lunch...* &lt;/span&gt;But it's okay I had fun, so isn't that the most important part ? LOL I needed to chill. STEAK FRIES ON JIMMY. LOL oh dan I gotta loveeee picking on Jimmy. haha I'm sorry I'm so mean ;D HAH. No. Get use to it ;D Lina, Derrick, Dylan and Maivy came to Burrito just as we were finishing, I spazzed out and I was tripping all over the place. LOL you guys can't get enough of meee (: Dylan. May I have your elephant? PAHHHHLEASEEEEE! It's hanging from your BUTT I can't help but STARE. I WANT IT! I WANT IT! If anyone's going to get me anything for christmas, the only stuff animal I will accept are GLOOMY BEARS and ELEPHANTS, KK THANKS. ;D haha! so on the way out of Burrito I gave the four freshmen hugs and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;. am I crazy, or whaa. LOL Outside was fucking FREEZING. I wanted to chop my fingers off, and my teeth or ICE COLD. but it was soo hard not to talk. keke so Jimmy and Kathleen left awhile ago and Sean, Julia, and I walked back towards EVHS. where Julia and Sean walked me home ;D what a day, I needed that. (: &amp;amp; more Julia and Alice time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*DRATS. FOILED, AGAIN!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, December 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went through four tests... the other night I was freaking out and I was studying like crazy. semester is closing soon and its the time of the year again, where all students start to stress about their grades. semester finals. only a week after winter break. this is crazy. how am I supose to raise my grades?! I've been trying my best to do extremely well on my tests... I'm dying to see my test scores ): I' on the borderline of dropping to a B+ in almost all of my classes. WHAT DO I DO? so I studied and I tried my best on my tests, and I think I got a good feeling about my scores this time. I think I got this. all I kno for sure is that I did well on my world history test. which is good because history is the most boring subject ever... so after 6th period I went home. When I got home I heard good news that my older brother is going to a job interview tomorrow. how exciting. so I was just sitting around and my older brother came to bother me, and asked me to pick out what he should wear to the interview. he took with his suit and HAH he gained a couple pounds and his slacks no longer fits. screwed. so when my mom came home she heard about it, and told him to go to Macy's right now to pick out a new suit to wear. my younger brother had homework and didn't want to go, and me. me? my mom bribed me to go. this is ridiculous. I would have gone anyways but she just had to add in. "ALICE GO WITH YOUR BROTHER, GO AND I'LL BUY YOU A PAIR OF JEANS" uhmm okayyy. all I really want is for her to stop treating me like shit and blaming everything on me. is that really too much to ask for? why can't things go back to the way it was before. shit. so whatever I went with her and my brother to Macy's I picked out a suit for my brother and then I went to check out clothes for me. I just got to my section for like 15 minutes and she was rushing me like there was no tomorrow. like shit brother gets to spend hours looking for a suit while I have 15 minutes to look for clothes. THANKS.&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/4279924498896276539-6974646670480352475?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6974646670480352475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6974646670480352475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6974646670480352475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6974646670480352475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-ridiculous.html' title='This is Ridiculous.'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2441709079013448983</id><published>2008-12-14T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:50:21.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you; december</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh... who says December is the best month, I'm so sad. why can't we go back to when nothing mattered and I can be carefree again. nothing has been getting better for me. everything is just &lt;em&gt;alright&lt;/em&gt; I've been stressing a lot on grades; but not as much as I should be... how do I improve my grades!? ...what else happened this past week? My room is pretty much done. I just need to redecoration my room . &amp;amp;I'll have to post up a picture soon. you know, i've been spending a lot of time at home, I absolutely hate it! oh my goodness. when I'm at home, every other hour I get yelled at for no reason. I don't get it. I didn't do anything WRONG. she just likes to picks a fight with me. shit. as for christmas? pfth. it's in a couple weeks and I'm not so excited. my family. isn't even going to bother celebrating christmas this year. and I can't go out. and if I can, you guys probably have family stuff to attend. hmph. and to wish I had a better life. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;new obsession over Thai Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;STOP STOP STOP. overwhelming me with these presents and choices. I don't want to hear it, please, I'm broke. Broke Broke Broke. I won't be able to get anyone presents this year. I'm deeply sorry. Honestly. so please, I don't ask for anything from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate you December. you make me totally depress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School, you're lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you, you disappoint me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you, you let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you, I want you... LOLOLOLOL ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you, I thank you&lt;br /&gt;you, stop getting me frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you, you're annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I, I wish I have money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I, want to meet new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I, I am done here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2441709079013448983?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2441709079013448983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2441709079013448983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2441709079013448983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2441709079013448983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-you-december.html' title='I hate you; december'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4986690549985385848</id><published>2008-12-07T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:02:08.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow. It's faster than I had thought.... Christmas is almost here... I've never been in this situation but I am honestly dead broke. I have 20 bucks pocket money and that's my whole life's savings. Sad; I know. so if you don't mind. please don't buy me a christmas present. I would feel the shittest if I can't afford to buy a present for you back... well yeah. sorry ): well there I said it. LOL now I'm going to be the loneliest girl on campus this year. I'll be the girl behind the big tree. Thanks' okay well I should sleep. I haven't been getting much sleep lately. that's not so great... I'll have nice little bags under my eyes on monday LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why; couldn't I go out today?! damn, I'm soo mad. the old group's back; and we were supose to chill and catch up on things. but what the hell. I can't even go out anymore. ironicly I can only go out on weekdays. wdf. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quitlife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;okay okay okay here's a tiny wishlist &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;which I doubt anyone would get for me. but all I want is: &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/1079/Puppet_In_Love"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/1079/Puppet_In_Love&lt;/a&gt; Hoody sz. L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vanilla Card, Scraves, Sweaters, Gloomy Bear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;actually I don't really need any of that ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd be satisfy with a nice warm hug from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4986690549985385848?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4986690549985385848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4986690549985385848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4986690549985385848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4986690549985385848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming...'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7819175067558985434</id><published>2008-12-05T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:17:18.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One heck of a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, December 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He left when I came;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My eyes burns (Matchbook Romance) and my hands were freezing cold. I came to 1st period late... like always, all my classes was all pretty boring. I slept through half of my classes. and then yearbook... !!! Amanda got a couple people's 5th periods and I went with her to pull them out of class for an extra interview. LOLOL first stop Nikko's class. you guys are a bunch of troublemakers. okay then we went to Leanne's classroom. Mr. Miller totally scares me ... it was almost like playing 20 questions to get her out of class for just a minute... so we came back and did more writting we didn't get much done... but it's okay we have monday too. after 6th period I went to Mr. Advincula's class to chill with Julia, turns out they were having a test. so I just sat in class listening to Henry's IPod, writting random shit, and drawing. it wasn't so bad. after class; plans were destroyed, and I ended up going to the photoshoot at 4 pm and then came home at around 5 or so. the photoshoot was nice. we went up to Goesbeck Hill Park and we took pictures near sunset. so the it was beautiful. okay so snakes and mountain loins? LOL. scared me to death. I was on the ground trying to get the perfect angle when Briana starts telling me about snakes and mountain loins coing out here. the fuck. HAHA great. it's cool; I got back to school. and then walked home. it wasn't too dark. but I honestly didn't want to go home. I don't want to have to deal with all that shit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Best friend. LOL that word is very clique. I don't even know the meaning of the word. lately you haven't been a friend to me. what's the matter, we all have just drifted away and when I try to talk to you its like theres something holding us back. you don't find the time to call me or talk to me just to see what's up. I honestly hate blogging like this; and have the people who read this wonder if its him/her or not. seriously, don't think too much. I'm speaking for everyone. well i know you got other friends too but like make time and make room. and sometimes I noticed that you can talk to anyone but me. why is it so hard to talk to me now a days? I don't get it. but even if you have other friends you should still have to keep in contact. &lt;em&gt;you shouldn't leave the people you love for the people you LIKE because eventually the people you LIKE will leave you for the people they love.&lt;/em&gt; then you end up with no one on both sides. so you should learn how to keep the best close. you can't afford to lose something great. because trust me it won't be easy to get back. there's so much more to say but I rather not get into details. lately I guess it's just a bunch of non-communications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all I really need is a friend, I need another walk in the park, I need to chill, and I need to talk, vent, express. is it too much to ask for? the only people I can think of is a real friend; really isn't I mean you're there. but you haven't done anything for me... and sometimes all you do is get me frustrated and angry. I rather not bother about it. I'll just let it go. but its just you don't get the HINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, December 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see him and he was soo cute; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Best day of the week, Thursday are seriously the best. we get out soo early. I LOVE IT. let's start with 5th Period Yearbook ;D I love yearbook; this is really what I live for. I don't know what I would do without it. next year... WHAT DO I DOO... sigh* so Briana, Amanda, and I worked on our Fashion spread. it's beautiful! I spent a lot of time on Wednesday putting all the pictures together on the page. and I got to admit It looks pretty hot. AHAH so in class we only finished almost 1/4 of the writting elements on the page . it wasn't too bad... there were still a couple things missing but we were hella tired and so we all went out for lunch and then came back to work during 7th period. so we got straight to work for like about 4 hours straight and we finished 3/4 of the whole spread. then our ears starts to bleed from listening to the damn recorder. *not literally* it was sooo D: but yearbook really isn't what you expect. I actually enjoy staying in yearbook late and working. so I never mind staying back for yearbook. (: AND THIS IS WHERE IT ALL STARTED. so I call for a ride home and as the phone was ringing someone was asking me a question. my brother picked up and I said hello. then turned to *insert name here* and said okay, no. turned back to the phone and askes him to come pick me up. no reply. I repeat my self, only to hear a bunch of screaming and yelling on the other line. my brother was yelling at me for talking to my friends whil eon the phone with him. OKAY IT WAS ONE WORD. IS IT REALLY SOMETHING TO GET MAD AT? and he makes a big ass scene at home and then my temper raise and I yelled back saying FINE DON'T COME . I'M WALKING HOME. I was about to hang up and leave. then he yells at me in VIETNAMESE and then suposively my mom over hears, and so when I got home my mom started yelling and screaming at me. shit. it was RIDICULOUS. IS THIS REALLY NECCESSARY?! OMFG. *some details should remain untold* because of this incident my life all changed had all changed to the worst. so that spiritual lecture from yesterday? yeah it doesn't even matter anymore. I can't follow up with that, because NOW everyone is all fucked up. Don't believe me? Don't listen to me? Don't talk to me? Don't trsut me? FINE . IT'S NOT LIKE ANYTHING MATTERS ANYMORE. NOTHING MATTERS. &amp;amp; the only person I turn to talk to was Julia. I sneaked into my room and made a call to her. because lately she's the only person I can talk to... freely... it was a quick and QUITE call. but it was long enough for her to tell I was crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, December 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He wasn't there; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I do the normal afterschool routine... chill with Julia until her parents come pick her up and then I walk home... I don't mind walking home alone; it only gives me more time to think. so when I got home, everything was going pretty good. I can't single out one bad thing that happened this day... and so it was around six or seven o'clock and this guy comes over... he was very enlightened... let's see some background information? he use to be in a huge chinese mafia. you may find his documentary on the history channel ... UH (I didn't find this out until he went home) he did all the bad things you can EVER imagine . let's say those hong kong mafia movies? like with Jackie Chan or some shit? yeah that's pretty scarey ... his son and he came to our house to give my mom and painting of Buddha. it was that picture illusion thing were you see Buddha when you stare at the picture for a long time. it was pretty interesting. then his son give us a lecture about life. not boring at all. I was PRETTY amazed. for all the lies I've told and all the disrespectful things I've done. I regret it. This night was really something. I was very interested in his teachings. and it's amazing how I learned so much form a ex-mafia member ... there was so much things to learn. and the mood was totally set. all of his words touched me, at that moment I knew I should change for the better. I mean I haven't been totally messed up, I have never done anything bad in my life so there's not much to change, but there's minor changes I should make. so that night; it was decided. I will not give too much attitude - when I'm unsatisfy I will calm my ass down ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7819175067558985434?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7819175067558985434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7819175067558985434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7819175067558985434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7819175067558985434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-heck-of-week.html' title='One heck of a week'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3927035307798416454</id><published>2008-12-01T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:00:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New and UGLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, December 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today in first peiod me and Thy were like giggly bunnies ;D HAHA and fuck we just got back from break and I got called on like three times today to read and speak in vietnamese. WOW out of all the other days. FOOD fest in Aisola's and Chemistry is boring... as usual. I'm acutally glad I'm catching on, on all the new lesssons taught in chem. hoepfully I will raise my grades for semester grades. NO. I BETTER. well lets cut all the crap. okay so I was really eager to go to yearbook today. just because I wanted to sort through all the pictures me and my partner took during the weekend. BUWHAHA! turns out it took the whole class period to upload my pictures. JUST GREAT. and we didn't even get to touch Brianna's pictures... ): how disappointing. its okay I guess. so after 6th I went to yearbook during 7th thinking that we might finish designing the spread layout. I guess it was harder than I had thought. sigh* how frustrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy I can see you from a mile away ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, November 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day of the photoshoot for the second batch of models of the fashion page. hm this time we took 8 people to Santana Row. It was pretty crowded there... =.='' so it was sort of ... really hard to take pictures. and so this wasn't the best photoshoot experience . well after saturday I expected a lot from this group. turns out that over estimated them. it was like playing follow the leader all day. or maybe you can even call it an elementary field trip to Santana Row. HAH . whatever, it's cool... we go the pictures we wanted and nothing extra in less than 2 hours and then head home right after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3927035307798416454?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3927035307798416454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3927035307798416454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3927035307798416454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3927035307798416454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-and-ugly.html' title='The New and UGLY'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-5514872112675395638</id><published>2008-11-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:51:55.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot - Batch 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today ... was totally hott (; LOL I woke up from a stranger's phone call. haha I never called back. I'm sorry :/ but anyways it was like 11 am and I got ready for the photoshoot... ehhh I guess it was a little early ; and I totally dressed in like warm clothing for no damn reason. I thought it was going to be cold. I got to school at 2 pm and it was fucking hott O_O whatever... and so Nikko and Brandon were already there in the front skating with a bunch of other people ._. it was totally weird. who would have thought guys go to school to skate on weekends...even better; Holiday Breaks. don't they have anything better to do besides flip some boards around and fall on their asses? LOL I don't know about you, but that sounds... not so fun. HAH but then again what do I know? I sit at home and browse Soompi &amp;amp; Facebook, and guess what? I've just started getting back to Maplestory. HAH! Thanks a lot Jenn, THANKS. and fuck you ROBOTURKEYS. KK. so there I am at school; Brianna pulls up and parks her car... Claire came shortly after and then Leanne came just a little late. but it's cool. okay off to Downtown. we split up in two cars. HAHA totally funny. I was in Brianna's car with her two sisters. and everyone else went in Amanda's Mom's car. HEHE. we were soo curious of what they were doing in the other car. HAHA awkward much ? It's okay! We're almost there! so here we are, Downtown San Jose and we parked in front of The Vault. 30 minute limit?! ohhh damn. Brianna almost could have gotten a ticket; if it weren't for Amanda's mom. haha! so we started off with Nikko and Leanne. WOW! WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO CUTE? haha naturally good at posing for pictures. haha! next was Brandon and Claire. we took them to a lot of places. it was fun experimenting with them. (; and so tell again why the Freshmen class has soo many good looking people? we totally love you guys. haha! love them so much we took them out to eat. what a day. for you guys it was definately worth it (; Today was great, it was a great turn out. I hope the next batch will have fun also, if not, MORE fun. haha doubt it (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;HAH I KNOW YOU GUYS CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE CAMERA, -camera whores- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q40/xarisu_ai/IMG_0388-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-5514872112675395638?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5514872112675395638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=5514872112675395638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5514872112675395638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5514872112675395638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/11/photoshoot-batch-1.html' title='Photoshoot - Batch 1'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7933543354690689653</id><published>2008-11-28T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:03:44.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH MY GOSH. WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING KATHLEEN?! It's black friday and we didn't go shopping . AT ALL . not even during the day ): LOL Thanks KIM for making me feel a lot better. Hot guys in GIlroy?! FUCK YOU! Sale on Puma Clothes? FUCK YOU! HAHA! I hate you x89457398457 KIM ;D I'm totally sad! but it was definately nice talking to you, Kathleen, last night until like 3 am. ;D but yeah okay, this morning my brother came home at like 10 am with a PSP and some other stuff and then went straight to sleep. HAHA SUCKER. then when he woke up he took my mom, younger brother, and me to IKEA. Oh damn I love IKEA ;D it was totally packed there, which I don't understand why when there were only three items on sale for black friday O_O LOL... WHATEVS . My younger brother and I got a new desk. and then we went to Home Depot to get a few thngs for our rooms. we're still remodeling everyone's room and blah that's not important. well pretty much the whole day today was WHACK . No REAL shopping. and so my older brother was like going crazy about the money my family's been spending. and he's like NO MORE CLOTHES, WE DON'T NEED IT! WDF man I'm a girl. there's no such thing as too much clothes. shit. whatever =.='' well it actually doesn't really effect me becuase lately I've been short on money ); so I really can't buy anything even if I wanted to ... life totally sucks as of now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you know what?! My brother finally got me my very own Canon XSI Oh my god it's beautiful ;D Not from Black Friday. I guess the deal at Costco was better ? WHO CARES. I got my own SLR now ;D how long do you think I can save up money for possibily new lens? LOLOL. okay now let's not get carried away. I need more clothes ... not much of a need; but definately a want. hehe what can I say?? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OHHH should I be excited for tomorrow ? HAH I'm going to be the photographer for the day! tomorrow is the first batch of people for the Fashion Photoshoot. ohh damn ;D I hope it turns out the way I imagine it would. 2 pm; going to scenic places to take pictures of four Freshmens. this should be interesting (; hmm why do I find freshmens so good looking, compared to my class. HAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7933543354690689653?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7933543354690689653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7933543354690689653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7933543354690689653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7933543354690689653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/11/1128.html' title='Black Friday Part 2'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-646355891888090515</id><published>2008-11-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:56:18.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HMMMM 12 am It's Black Friday. JOY. I already regret not going out for Black Friday. I just want to go out and chill even though I don't have money, which actually sucks... A lot... even if I were to go to black friday with people. they'd be too busy shopping ... fucked =.='' I need a job; soo as you can see there is this huge gap between month September and November. LOL sorry for my laziness. I actually don't keep up with my blogs :\ heh but here's a overview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SS-qUMtoLDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ilnFjxUmFYo/s1600-h/BLOGGERR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273620952660847666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SS-qUMtoLDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ilnFjxUmFYo/s320/BLOGGERR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I necessary have to go back and finish all those blogs ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know; but the way I've been feeling lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to have to remember those times spent&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I remember all the good things that happened on those days.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. Those blogs are there. and I don't know maybe I'll finish them one day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-646355891888090515?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/646355891888090515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=646355891888090515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/646355891888090515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/646355891888090515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-black-friday.html' title='Happy Black Friday'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SS-qUMtoLDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ilnFjxUmFYo/s72-c/BLOGGERR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1180742007150371982</id><published>2008-11-27T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:58:08.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well I said I was going to do a fucking blog update, but then again I've been saying this for the pass month or so ? I'm so sad. HAHA I should really stick to what I say I would do. okay so seriously now . what has gotten into me ? I don't even know when everything started but lately things has gone downhill for me. for the very first time I actually felt very distant. it's not a great feeling, but there isn't much for me to do about it ... and as for my grades? eh not so great eirther. at first I thought it was homecoming that brought my grades down but I guess half of it was actually myself. life is getting harder on me as I speak and sometimes I really wish I have...what is it called? natural smarts. so I can actually do other things that I want to do and keep my grades up all at the same time . I guess that's too much to ask for. My parents? uhm they are a lot to put up with now a days. VERY . stressful . I'm only doing half the stuff I'm doing FOR them. they really don't appreciate it . I'm only progressing. It's not much to complain about but they have a lot to deal with also. but half the reasons of why I act the way do towards them is because they've changed. CHANGED. Equality is no more. who says the younger one gets more attention. who says the girls get more attention. WRONG it's my older brother. yeah okay we miss him, I get it. he finished college, I get it. he drives, I get it. but should there really be favoritism? lately I feel like my mom is acting very bias towards me. so how can I act the way I'm supose to, when thinking all my mom cares about is my older brother. oh please, she tells me straight forward that she likes him more. joke or no joke. it's definately not a lie. Chill? I can't. I have freedom, but I don't abuse it . why ? No time. I go out once a week and only on fridays. It's sad but that's all the time I can afford to lose. it's not a bad thing but I've definately been wasting time . I keep saying, just one more day, JUST ONE MORE . but reality hits and life's never ending. that is, until life expires? heh. thinking to much? Yea. you know when I thought life can't get any better than this? well if it's not too late to take back my words, I would. Life is truthfully like a rollercoaster. or maybe just a game? I do the same thing everyday, only thinking that I'm growing older and maybe life would get easier... guess not... friends? hm that's a tough one. is it worth speaking of ? or will there be more misunderstandings between me and you? I'm not talking about any one person. just all in general. why does it feel so distant now? do you even care or even thought that I might cared for you? or do you even know how many things you've done to hurt me... honestly yeah it hurts and yes I get mad. but if you're happy and you think what you're doing is right. then maybe it's just me? and so all in all live. life. love. hate. forgive... and forget... but hmm. that reminds me... Thy told me "Forgive but never forget" but all comes to end and I get hurt the most. sorry but this thanksgiving day, I can't single out anything I'm thankful for... but Thanks to those who were with me through these pass weeks and for everyone how actually listens to my problems... if it weren't for those one on one conversations and those endless laughters... who knows what could have happened to me ... I'm truly thankful for you... you guys should know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and as for distant others thanks... thanks for that one time you cared, thanks for that one time you were real, and that one time you made me laugh; I wish it was forever. but that's not how the game is played. Happy Thanksgiving! Stay safe. It's Black Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want a new me: I want to dye my hair all black.&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/4279924498896276539-1180742007150371982?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1180742007150371982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1180742007150371982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1180742007150371982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1180742007150371982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7119403252535812251</id><published>2008-11-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:34:27.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should make a huge blog update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theres been so much that happened to me ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmmm well I have like 10 + drafts on blogger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that I never finished. FUCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school was like any other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterschool I went to VSU practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was actually pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and fuck, Jimmy get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you're embarrassing... I QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha but whatever that's not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after practice, Julia Kathleen and I chilled on campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Julia left early and so it was just me and Kathleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we sat in the front of the school and talked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we talked about everything! it was a whole vent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and one on one conversation about basically life and school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It felt really good letting everything out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was something I really needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a good day, Thanks Kathleen ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7119403252535812251?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7119403252535812251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7119403252535812251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7119403252535812251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7119403252535812251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-think.html' title='Just Think'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3175671020188334964</id><published>2008-09-10T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:24:52.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahah! It's the freshmen's interview day for office ((: in the past week Derrick has been hella stressing about the interview and stuff. you totally FAIL Derrick! keke (: OHOHOH and today is National Free Hugs Day! OHH DAMNN! that's what I'm talking about XDDDD I hug people everyday for no apparent reason , and now I HAVE a reason. LMAO. I totally hate the stupid people for not hugging back. they just stand there and GET hugged. WTF FOOOOL. haha whatevs so I got like FREE HUGS written on my armm. I totally advertised it (: it was totally fun today. the interview was pretty funny. I'm glad Derrick and Henry didn't say anything stupid. HAHA! some stupid freshmen girl got all the classes pisssed off. HAH OH PLEASEEEE . VOTE DERRICK. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3175671020188334964?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3175671020188334964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3175671020188334964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3175671020188334964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3175671020188334964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4670559619245719189</id><published>2008-09-08T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:15:08.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's the 'big day' for Derrick not me. but whatever, so I woke up at aroudn 5:30 am so I could go to school early that morning to help derrick post up his huge ass poster we made for him the other day :D so as I was doing my hair in the restroom. I see Danny rushing to the window then he comes to me and tells me Derrick was waiting outside my house. =.='' it was ONLY 6:10am... sigh* so I got ready hella fast, and ate half of my breakfast. made Derrick a breakfast and lunch. then I rushed outside and it was like 6:25 am. sigh* okay so we got to school and it was still sorta darkk . no one was there O_O and so we went to work right away. oh and Jonathan helpped us (((: it was a lot of work but we managed to put up the huge ass poster. it was DONE by 1st period. and then the smaller posters weren't as hard to put up. YAY. VOTE DERRICK x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4670559619245719189?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4670559619245719189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4670559619245719189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4670559619245719189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4670559619245719189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1460569048706184150</id><published>2008-09-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:05:20.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHH It's HEAVEEN, today was uhm boring but we got to go to the Vegietarian  House for dinner today, YES ! hhaha! all I have to say is I love Tofu :D it was a big family dinner, so it was pretty fun. the only bad thing about today was that we had bad luck with flies . there was a fly that landed in my cousin's cup of water. LOLOLOL fucking disgusting. and a fly landed on his straw... but yeahh other than that the dinner was delicious. soo we ordered this tofu wrapped in seaweed thing, and my mom calles it 'FISH' becuase it tastes like fish. then my older brother eats it. 'HMMM THIS IS SO GOOD, WHAT TYPE OF FISH IS THIS?' HAHHAHAHA! it's not FISH! you're at a vegietarian resturant fool . HAHA. that was hilarious. haha :D good times good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1460569048706184150?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1460569048706184150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1460569048706184150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1460569048706184150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1460569048706184150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/33.html' title='33'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6238315365569728557</id><published>2008-09-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:33:03.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had a good sleep last night, I actually woke up at around 1 pm.. I woke up and did my morning preperation for the day. while I was eating my 'breakfast' Derrick came over. While Derrick was here we just chilled at my house. we watched hella youtube videos together and made a some funny Haduris for Derrick. later on in the day we celebrated my nephew's 'Tyler' birthday. Tyler opened his presents. guess who got him Pumaa. HAHA (: YAY for Kids Puma clothes (: after that we had a delicious fruit cake (((: god it was so yummy. &amp;amp; I took pictures of the whole event for my god sister. WHEN DO I GET MY SLR?! I'm dying hereee... but yeah there were a bunch of cute pictures of Tyler and seriously Derrick has only met Tyler for a couple hours and they just can't get enough of each other. LOLOL. but uhmm yeah Kevin, Danny, and Derrick played wth Tyler's toy remote cars. then we got tiredd so we sat down with Tyler and spent some good family time watching Television. so on the Nog Channel, it was showing Tyler's favorite TV show "The Upside Down Show" Derrick and I were laughing our asses off. I think we like the show more than Tyler. it's fucking hilariouss! *tweet tweet dance* I laughed so much that I cried. haha! after the show my brother drove me, Derrick, and Kevin to Yogurtland. on the whole ride to Yogurtland we all made fun of the name yoswirls. LOL. when we got there we met up with Cathy, Monica, and her sister. god I loveeee frozen yogurt. this time I got French Vanilla, Plain Tart, Blueberry Tart, and Taro. DELICIOUSS (: we hung out there and ate our yogurts. afterwards my older brother took the three of us to watch Ping Pong Playa in downtown San Jose. it was really late at night and when I looked out the car window I see people traffic O_O. hella people walk around at night ... and at every block there was a club =.= it was crazy . but after a hella long traffic we finally got to the theaters and we got tickets to the 11:10 show. I think it was the first time I've gone to a movie theater restroom by myself. it was fucking scarey =.= quiet and empty ... we got into the movies and it was just us and one other group of people watching Ping Pong Playa . LOL . so sadddd but the movie was hella funny, overall the night was hella fun :D just me, Kevin, Derrick, and Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;blog at 1:32 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6238315365569728557?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6238315365569728557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6238315365569728557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6238315365569728557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6238315365569728557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4310918646432478529</id><published>2008-09-05T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:51:38.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT'S FRIDAYYYY ((: it's about timee. deng. so today is the uhm big day. painting and doing campaigning stuff for Derrick (: soo shit happened after school, but uhm whatever, if she wants to get all stupid about it then okay do whatever you please =.= but okay, after 6th period Cathy and I got picked up and then we went home and ate and talked while we waited for Julia, Derrick, and Kevin to get home from school. blah blah I don't remember all the stupid jokes Cathy and I made but I do remember the cabinet robot dance. HAHAHAHAH! hmm good times. so everyone came home and then Cathy and I waited for the three to eat. after they were finished eating we went to Derrick's house to start the campaigning. so we got there and set up all the posters and paint. Cathy started it off, and she made two. all by herself (: Henry and Jade came over and uhmm they didn't help much but okay =.='' they were there for moral support. haha! uhm Cathy 'had' to leave so... Derrick walked her to EVHS. leaving me, Kevin, Henry, Julia, and Jade at Derrick's house alone.. HAHA so uhm while they were gone I finished one of Derrick's posters and then we ate whipped creme from the can and sang while finger painting Henry's poster. HAHAHA that was helllaaaa funnnn. it was kindergarden all over again. haha I loved it. though the posters looked like shit, it was fun making them. that's all that counts. keke. Derrick came home all nasty and sweaty =.= Disgusting... but uhm the fun all started... I painted two more posters for Derrick.. so that's like five all togetherr :D YAY. it started getting late and we still didn't start on the HUGE cougar hall poster... hmmm it's okay we'll manage. so Derrick's dad came home and bought us pizza. we ate and then Derrick's dad made us strawberry soomthies. goodness it was DELICIOUSS. when we finished eating we went straight to work. so we moved outside to paint the huge poster. we painted in Derrick's backyard on his basketball court. we recorded most of the painting. OH and before we painted we took pictures on the black poster paper we used ((: haha! it was helllaaa fun painting and taking pictures at night. at one point we were singing and dancing. then telling scarey storiess... dude Derrick's your neighbor's tree is fucking scarey... just chop it off, please =.= so near the end Julia's parents called, and she started panicing, so we all though was a plan to tell her mom. LOL took awhile but we got it. and she got off the hook (: so we pretty much stayed at Derrick's house until Midnight. well that was when we finished everything and cleaned up. we sat and chilled and it was like 1 am so we decided to go home. well because I was pooped D: Jade didn't want to go home =.='' GOD. so Henry's mom asked if I needed a ride home, like always =.='' uhmm we took the offer and she drove Julia home. HAHHA uphill, uphill. Jade: DAMYUUMMMMM. HAHHAA! hiliarious. uhmm Henry's mom was scared to death, don't say we didn't warn her.. so yeah after that she dropped me and Kevin home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Right when I got home I got yelled at for being too nice and for always helping people. MOM, it's who I AM. sorry I'm not a mean and selfish person. I know she cares and that I gett NOTHING from helping others in return. I still do it. because I want to. shit. no one understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnISm7qjvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Ys-9guVS_o/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943463063654130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnISm7qjvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Ys-9guVS_o/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnISwrB7cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UZsUOv5KC1s/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943465678237122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnISwrB7cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UZsUOv5KC1s/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some what normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnITTc6INI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rJZLq9SeD8k/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943475014246610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnITTc6INI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rJZLq9SeD8k/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sexyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnITpEj8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jeVUAL0ThLg/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943480817709458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnITpEj8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jeVUAL0ThLg/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnIT12Dm1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iEpsciyDJO0/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943484246530898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnIT12Dm1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iEpsciyDJO0/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY WE FINISHED (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogged at 2:30 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4310918646432478529?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4310918646432478529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4310918646432478529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4310918646432478529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4310918646432478529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SMnISm7qjvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Ys-9guVS_o/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1866983295998397340</id><published>2008-09-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:48:13.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm Block Thursday, always fun. I guess. today was alright.. I only had two classes. Chemistry was boring... like always, lecture, lecture, lecture. after that was break then yearbook. in yearbook we took some notes talked and stuff, anddd Davis did some more crazy magic tricks. haha he's amazing. after yearbook was lunch. I didn't even get to hang out during lunch or even have time to eat my lunch =.='' I had to go with Cathy to get supplies for Derrick's campiagning.. Cathy's friend, Justin, drove us to Michael's &lt;em&gt;* Julia: Who's Michael? *&lt;/em&gt; where we bought painter's tape, paint, brushes, and posters for him. Derrick gave us 60 and we used only a little more than half the money for supplies. the rest of the money was spent on a lunch and ice cream... so after Michael's we went to eastridge to get lunch. yummmm Chicken Katsu. then I bought a Strawberry Chocolate Crepe (: and hung out with Tim, Michael, and Nelson, while Cathy goes to Melt Gelato to buy ice cream =.= uhmmm it was pretty fun talking to those three :D afterwards we came back to school and we still had half an hour left until school was over.. so we just sat and chilled, I guess. the bell rang and then I walked home with kevin, I gave kevin the bag was paint to hold and that stupid kid dropped it. and then the bag ripped. and so I had to put two bottles in my backpack and the other two in his. the blue one 'broke' or soemthing. and spilled in my puma bag. fucking shit =.= good thing it was JUST on my notebooks and binder... but yeah what a shit.. I went through all that for Derrick's supplies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1866983295998397340?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1866983295998397340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1866983295998397340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1866983295998397340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1866983295998397340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/09/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2024848282498005129</id><published>2008-08-31T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:20:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first half of the day was the same as any other Sunday, BORING. again, I did nothing but go on the laptop all day... for lunch the family and I went to eat at a Vegetarian resturant. when we got there the resturant did not look so appealing... it looked like a run down store. inside was TINY, I guess it was decent looking. but it was hellllaaa small =.= overall the place had the worst service ever. and the food wasn't the best vegie food I've eaten... I wouldn't want to go there again.. after lunch we went home and I did more boring stuff until later on at night where we went to eat at L&amp;amp;L Hawaiian BBQ and then shopping at Irivine Spectrum. the spectrum was hellllaaa nice it was so pretty with all the lights and stuff at night. so we were shopping and as usual no one wants to go with me to hottopic so I went alone. when I got in I was looking at their clothes and some tall black guy looks down my shirt and says 'girllll, yous hella fine.' =.=''' I got scared but luckily my older brother came in on time and then I just sticked with him after that. scarey ass mofo. so anyways the mall had a bunch of stores that I like but my flippin' mom never lets me go in there. she's always telling me hurry up and go TAKE A LOOK. we'll be waiting outside. so I go in and then they follow me and whatever I pick up, my mom critisizes it until I leave the store. shit . I wear what I want =.= god. I was sooo annoyed. so I left the mall with NOTHING. so as we were getting out of the garage I see a car and in it were these huge guys, who were blasting up the song UNWRITTEN, in their car... it was funny haha! so off to yogurtland. on the ride there, my brother's car was acting retarded and the speed meter was broken. so we were driving '0 mph' on the freeway. LOLOL. but yeah we got to yogurtland and the line was pretty long. but we still got out yogurts. Blueberry Tart ftwww. next to yogurtland was an asian cute stuff store. I seriously wanted to buy everything in that store. AND that store had a bunch of Purikura machines. like a whole shit load of it, all lined up next to each other.. I really wished I had someone to go with to take pictures. =.= god life sucks. so that was the end of my day. I ate yogurtland and then went home where I was on the laptop until maybe around 3 am? I don't even know what I was doing on the computer for so late. sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2024848282498005129?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2024848282498005129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2024848282498005129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2024848282498005129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2024848282498005129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2814073297523189174</id><published>2008-08-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:09:36.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has to be the most boring trip I've ever had to Orange County. seriously, like for ONCE I rather go back to San Jose. we didn't we to go shopping. I didn't get to meet up with friends. nothing nothing nothing!! god. so basically for the whole day today I just fucking sat around the house going on the laptop. alll dayy. shit. totally fucked =.= this is not something you would be in ORANGE COUNTY. I mean there is sooo much things to do there and I didn't even get to STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE. fuck. but later on in the day around 4 or something my god-sister took me and my brother to swim at the public pool near their house. when we got out there, there was no one swimming just a line of people tanning around the pool. =.= AWKKWARD. but whatever my brother and I just swam for about a hour and then got out because it was too quiet and boring =.= plus the water was salty, what is this ... but okay whatever, we left the pool. I got home and showered and then more internet... then at around 10 pm my whole famiyl decides to go to yogurtland. so I get ready and stuff and when we got to yogurtland it was PACKED. welllll not exactly. this was the 'new yogurtland' and so that long line was considered 'short' but the line went pretty fast. I didn't really mind because anything has to be better than stay in the house. god. but frozen yogurt is my new love. I love it, screw ice creaammm. keke, so I got the Vanilla, Peach Tart, and Blueberry Tart. I fucking lovee the Blueberry Tart. so we got back at around 11 pm, yeah that was my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2814073297523189174?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2814073297523189174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2814073297523189174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2814073297523189174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2814073297523189174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6475144370394523880</id><published>2008-08-29T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:26:14.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole day today was pretty boring. well it is Freshmen Friday today. but seriously why must we punk on freshmens. haha but uhmm poor kid )): today I transfered to aisola, english 2a, second period. there was a hella random mix of people I know in that class. it was alright. it wasn't as great as I excepted. right when I got into class they we started talking notes and getting new vocabulary to define. FUNNNNN. algebra 2 was so boring. I took a short nap while ms. Li was giving us some sort of lecture. I don't know what it was but her voice is so annoying. I swear it gets to me. she should go burn in hell =.= today she made us play some yes or no game, which she thought would be fun, definately not fun at all. she cracked some stupid ass jokes. and the class just stood there in silence ... shit get me out of that class. I want MS PHAMMM )): after math was yearbook. oh the magic tricks :DDD lunchhhh freshmens got punked on. more magic tricks. freshmens never failed to amaze me. well only certain freshmens, you should know who you are :D okay last class of the dayyy world history! cathy transfer to my class. HAHA it was stupid, in the beginning of the class we were playing this gay ass listening and following direction game. 'Job Good *claps*' HAHAHA but yeah having class with cathy again this year... this is going to be funn, I know it. 'cracks the chair' haha! so after 6th period my dad took me home to finish my packing for Orange County. I gave home packed and waited for kevin to get out of school. when kevin got home we left to OC, by then it was already 4. so we got to OC at 11 pm, chilled for a bit then went to sleep. well not really I slept in the car for 6+ hours. how much more sleep do I really neeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6475144370394523880?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6475144370394523880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6475144370394523880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6475144370394523880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6475144370394523880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6158364466693656670</id><published>2008-08-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:52:22.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the first Block Thursday of the year! and like always my thursday are usually the best day of the week. today was actually pretty fun. I had 1st period and I don't remmeber what we did but it was boring and productive =.= LOL. but after class I went to Chemistry 3rd period and it was the most borning class EVER. for the whole 2 hours we watched safety videos, took notes, and listened to Ms. Salloom's lectures. GOD ): after that was break then YEARBOOOKKK (: yearbook has to be the best class ever. I swear I only go to school for this shit. haha! but uhm today we listened to the Nhat's introduction to yearbook. after all the good stuff, Davis Blaine got all eyes on him, with his hella sick magic tricks. haha he's so cool (((: freshmennns, I love them :D after that was lunch, I met Derrick's friend Regi. OOO freshmen ((: HAH. but he's definately cool too :D I was supose to walk home after lunch but I just decided to stay to wait for Julia, Henry, and Kevin. so I walked them to their math class and then Regi and I chilled with Sarah and others at the bookroom. it was hellaaaa hot . blah blah they had to go back to class and we followed them in class. Sarah gave me her DS and Regi and I Mario Karted. I got owned pretty badd. fcccuuuuk hahah!! VP Mark came by and he chilled with us for the remaining hour, they were breaking and making loud noisies while I just sat there and watched. after that I returned the DS to Sarah and then I went home with Kevin (my brother). fun day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6158364466693656670?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6158364466693656670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6158364466693656670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6158364466693656670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6158364466693656670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3918552952694569486</id><published>2008-08-27T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:31:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the second day of school &amp;amp; I totally hate school this year, when I thought things can't get any worst. It hits me in the face and made a mess. but seriously I got the worst teachers on campus. the only class I enjoy right now is yearbook. why am I in for just bad luck. hate life. I really don't know how I'm going to survive this year. asking for a schedule change was very very very hard. let's just cross our figures and hope there is a bright side to this nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01:&lt;/strong&gt; Vietnamese 2. I guess that class is alright. but seriouly 6th period has EVERYONE. literally. but class is fun I don't mind having vietnamese everyday for first period. it's pretty fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:&lt;/strong&gt; devil's place. no familiar faces. btw, I wanted english 2a. fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03:&lt;/strong&gt; Chemistry. Salloom is boring, but my class is pretty good I like it so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04:&lt;/strong&gt; MS. FUCKING LI. dude I swear I thought there was NO teacher worst than Panes OR Thieu. but here you go its Ms. Li. remember it because when you see a ugly ass teacher with braces and fucked up eyebrows. that's her. she does the annoying 'south park' MMMKKKKAAAYYY after every couple words she says. FUCK. just kill me already, PLEASE. it's only day 2 and she hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05:&lt;/strong&gt; YEARBOOOK FTWWW, I LOVE THIS CLASS. maybe the only reason to keep me in school. becuase seriously.... evhs is fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06:&lt;/strong&gt; LAST CLASS OF THE DAYYYY, world history, dude first day it was SHIT. like another 2nd period. but today was all good. I love it now. I shouldn't get too attached to that class, then I'll be hard to start all over in a new class, but It's pretty fun in world history. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BTW; schedulee changeee PLEAWWWSEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3918552952694569486?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3918552952694569486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3918552952694569486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3918552952694569486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3918552952694569486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-5026229982066351608</id><published>2008-08-24T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:44:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the time of year again! summer at Great America. gotta go, gotta go before school starts ((: so today I woke up at around 11:30 am when Julia and Henry called me. I got ready really quick and then waited for my mom to come home. when she came home at around 1pm, we left right away to Julia's cousin, Tommy's, house. then her aunt took us and her little cousins to Great America. we arrived to Great America at around 2and we went straight to the wter park. it was shit there =.= too many people and so we only swam for 1 hour and got out changed and bought some food. after we ate, Julia's family left and Julia and I went to the Jordin Puritt concert. the doors opened at 5 pm and when we got it there were very little people =.= so we just sat there and waited for the show to start at 6 pm -.- the show was good but I got very annoyed by the scream little shit heads sitting near me. so annoying =.= just killed my mood for the whole concert. after the concert we got in line for Jordin to sign some picture thing Julia got. I didn't have anything for her to sign so I told her to sign my arm. and she tells me No, I can't do that you might get ink poisoning. WTF =.= I don't careee. but whatever bleck. but while in line Julia and I met a cute security guy :D lmaooo. after that Henry called me and tells me to go see some dance crew preforming, and so I meet up with him, his sister Jade, his cousin, and his friend Royale. oh godddd KJ was so so so cuteee :D I got a picture with him, right next to him (((: 'Picture update later, because Julia and Henry's cousin has the pictures D:' but anyways he is so cute :D when we were leaving he waved and winked bye to me :D soo godly (: LOL. juliaaaaa 'BIG SMILE ON MY FACE' :DDD HAH. so after that show Julia, Henry &amp;amp; Friends, and I went around the whole park and gone on Top Gun, that new fireball ride that I didn't go on, Centifuge, Pyscho Mouse, The Survivor, and attempted to go on The Demon but they closed on us. damn you. since the park was about to close, we had nothing else to do but leave. on the way out we ran into some worker guy blasting the 'I'm Blue' song and then Julia and I started singing and dancing. and the working guy did a funny dance. HILARIOUS. ANDDDD that dance crew did another show!!! :DDD KJ KJ KJ KJ is loveee ((: I got a goodbye hug from him :D he was so sweaty and cute :D LAWL. forget that Jordin Puritt concert. LOL the rest of the day was hella more fun. keke :D I'm only a little upset I did not get to ride the Invertigo. sigh* but that's okay . the day came to an end. Henry's parents came by to pick them up and they asked if I needed a ride. kkeke that's right Henry. they love me :D but I didn't want to leave Julia waiting alone. so I just waited with her for her brother and cousin. so her cousin Tommy, comes to pick us up and he dropped me home. hmmm 'SAFE DRIVING' yes. saffffffeeeee driving. hahah! anyways I got home in one piece and yeah that was pretty much it for the last days of my summer. pretty sure I won't be coming out tomorrow. only because there's no one to go out with. fcuk. =.= this is the best it gets. unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-5026229982066351608?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5026229982066351608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=5026229982066351608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5026229982066351608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/5026229982066351608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6199249985968278907</id><published>2008-08-24T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:46:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here was what happened to my plans ):&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/21 - &lt;em&gt;3/5pm&lt;/em&gt; - Pictures &amp;amp; Schedule Pick Ups&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/22 - Eastridge 'Tropic Thunder'&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/23 - Eastridge ' House Bunny' - &lt;em&gt;6pm - &lt;/em&gt;Interact AREA 8 LOVE @ SJS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/24 - Great America &amp;amp; Jordan Puritt Concert&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/25 - Julia's House ); CANNNNNNNCELLLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Friday, Instead of going to Oakridge to watch House Bunny and eat at Pf Chang's we went to EASTRIDGE to watch TROPIC THUNDER and ate at THE FOOD COURT. wtf =.= it was a fun day though. then on Saturday instead of having cathy, julia, and sarah come over to hang out. no one came. just derrick and cathy. we went to watch house bunny at eastridge, FILMED *finally* and then back to my house, then Cathy left =.= and Emily and Jackie came over to go skating. YEAH. it is 3 am and I'm blogging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6199249985968278907?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6199249985968278907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6199249985968278907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6199249985968278907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6199249985968278907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-was-what-happened-to-my-plans-821.html' title=''/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-811102038571078738</id><published>2008-08-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:45:24.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING SHITTTTTT. I had to re type this blog THREE FREAKIN' TIMES. becuase I can't make that side ways heart. and it deleted EVERYTHING. GODDDDDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Derrick came over in the morning, like always. Derrick and Kevin played games while I was getting ready. Cathy sprinted to my house and we made it to Eastridge right on time for House Bunny at 2:55. haha. the movie was HILARIOUS. I love it. HENCE, I'd watch it again anytime. keke. soo after the movies Cathy and I filmed some more. and thanks Derrick for being our cameraman for the day :D we got almond pretzels with the sweet pretzel drip. it was yummy. after we ate we went into Bed Bath and Beyond to film some more. HAHAH IT WAS HILARIOUS :D we went home after that, and played the Duck game while we waited for Emily and Jackie to come over. once they came over we went to SJS. OMG. Kenny was so fucking hot. kay I'ma just end it there. soo angry I did not bring a camera! GODDD. next time Daphne Loves Derby plays, I'm bring a camera, FULLY CHARGED. shit =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-811102038571078738?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/811102038571078738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=811102038571078738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/811102038571078738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/811102038571078738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/23_23.html' title='23'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7139682702163345993</id><published>2008-08-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:08:12.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I met up with Cathy, Cathy's brother, and Monica at Eastridge. we wanted to catch the 2:55 show for House Bunny but when Monica and I got the ticket we were already 15-20 minutes late. so when we got into the theater the seats were all full and it was dark in there so we couldn't see if there were any seats open, because of that Monica and I went back to the front and tried to change the tickets to the later show but the next show was at 5:35. since it was after 4pm they had to charge us a extra couple bucks more for the ticket. at the moment Monica and I were thinking, why would we want to pay more for another ticket. so we decided to just change to a different movie then sneak into House Bunny. so we chose the Mummy 3 at 4pm and the girl said 'that's at 4, it has to be BEFORE 4.' =.= great. so we asked for the Rated R movie 'Tropic Thunder' and the girl change our tickets. :D LOL so we all went into Tropic Thunder. I missed the beginning but the whole movie was HELLA funny. HAHHA! :D near the ending of Tropic Thunder we decided to go out a little earlier to get into House Bunny. when we got outside there were workers and the fat guy was just there staring us down. and so we stupidly walk to the farther restroom *in the opposite wa of the exit.*  and so I guess they figured that we would be sneaking into another movie. so we sat at the seat near the restroom, waiting for the guy to leave, but he just stood there in front of House Bunny =.= douchebag. so we left to the arcaded and TRIED to plot a plan. nothing worked out so we left the theaters and went shopping. we went shopping really fast and then spent the rest of the day in Daiso and the little quarter machines =.= I got the worst luck EVER. but yeah. it got late so Cathy's dad took us home. and we dropped by Millbrook Elementary for Cathy's brother to check his classes. afterwards we came home to Cathy's house where Monica left on her dad's moped? SPELL CHECKK ): but hahah. then I chilled at Cathy's house and ate Cup Noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7139682702163345993?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7139682702163345993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7139682702163345993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7139682702163345993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7139682702163345993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/23.html' title='22'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7904563230820749085</id><published>2008-08-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:03:00.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was picture day and schedule pick ups, so this morning I woke up at 11:30 am thinking that Cathy would be coming over soon then she bails on me. at this rate we will never get any filming done. )x so today I actually stayed home and finished cleaning my room. Then at around 2 pm I started to get ready for school. when I got to school, I met up with Julia in the back and we walked to the front to get our pictures taken and stuff. after all that good stuff I hung out with Sarah, Cathy, Julia, and Monica for a bit and then I went to buy my yearbook. after that Julia and I got picked up and went back to my house where we chilled and webcam whored ((: OH and today Sarah gave me the posters that I've been dying to see. and when I opened it up to see at home, my mom literally said "OH my god, they are sooo HANDSOME." LMAO LMAO. haha I love love love the posters :DD 2 Shinhwa, 1 Minwoo, 1 SS501, 1 Fly to the Sky. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY PLANS BETTER NOT CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/18 - Golfland&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/19 - Mallin'&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/21 - &lt;em&gt;3/5pm&lt;/em&gt; - Pictures &amp;amp; Schedule Pick Ups&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/22 - Oakridge 'House Bunny' &amp;amp; PF WANGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/23 - With Sarah &amp;amp; Julia - &lt;em&gt;6pm - &lt;/em&gt;Interact AREA 8 LOVE @ SJS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/24 - Great America &amp;amp; Jordan Puritt Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/25 - Julia's House (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5TOQ7mB3I/AAAAAAAAADo/T7pSx6jLccs/s1600-h/CIMG7224-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237214921206663026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5TOQ7mB3I/AAAAAAAAADo/T7pSx6jLccs/s320/CIMG7224-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2008-09 ID card, stupid guy zoomed in too much, plus bad alignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSclMYLI/AAAAAAAAADA/cFQsQw6lCyA/s1600-h/snapshot4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201798913876146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSclMYLI/AAAAAAAAADA/cFQsQw6lCyA/s320/snapshot4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSt5xtTI/AAAAAAAAADY/U0Sc-yhJLk4/s1600-h/snapshot17-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201803563611442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSt5xtTI/AAAAAAAAADY/U0Sc-yhJLk4/s320/snapshot17-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSgRYJbI/AAAAAAAAADI/9NXKj6cubQQ/s1600-h/snapshot5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201799904503218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSgRYJbI/AAAAAAAAADI/9NXKj6cubQQ/s320/snapshot5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm we're sophomores. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSl_AgfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SPnvOSPamjs/s1600-h/snapshot8-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201801438069234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HSl_AgfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SPnvOSPamjs/s320/snapshot8-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HS7q9ClI/AAAAAAAAADg/jOrFpEZdk_o/s1600-h/snapshot27-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201807259535954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5HS7q9ClI/AAAAAAAAADg/jOrFpEZdk_o/s320/snapshot27-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plus a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7904563230820749085?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7904563230820749085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7904563230820749085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7904563230820749085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7904563230820749085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SK5TOQ7mB3I/AAAAAAAAADo/T7pSx6jLccs/s72-c/CIMG7224-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-8944630182502564289</id><published>2008-08-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:10:23.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKzqpkF8pfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4DwYnzw8Rzg/s1600-h/alicee.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236818466509202930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKzqpkF8pfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4DwYnzw8Rzg/s320/alicee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi, my name is Alice, and that picture was supose to be a .GIF ((: GIFS doesn't work on blogger, I guess =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so today Cathy was supose to come over to film but my mom said no, and so I was at home cleaning up my room and wrapping my nephew's presents. later on my mom changed her mind and let Cathy come over. so Cathy walked to EVHS to do whatever she was doing there and then walked to my house, where we attemped to film part of our video. HAHA FAILLLL. but yeah it was pretty funny today. Tomorrow is just Picture Day and Schedule Pick Ups, afterwards I'm probably going to hang out at her house and try to finish filming and move on to editing. which, I think, will take more than just one day. but we'll give it a try. I can't wait fo rthe upcoming weekend. it's going to be the last of the summer, gotta spend it wisely :D if my plans change I'm going to be very angry. VERY. kekeke. goodnights. and for once Cathy's room is cleaner than mine, Yes I have got to admit it ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q40/xarisu_ai/alicee.gif"&gt;http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q40/xarisu_ai/alicee.gif&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Link to my Haduri, because I was bored (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-8944630182502564289?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8944630182502564289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=8944630182502564289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8944630182502564289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/8944630182502564289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKzqpkF8pfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4DwYnzw8Rzg/s72-c/alicee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2796272326886176948</id><published>2008-08-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:54:40.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKyf0FcqdVI/AAAAAAAAACw/3LTjtJ_ev0A/s1600-h/CIMG7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736183889458514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKyf0FcqdVI/AAAAAAAAACw/3LTjtJ_ev0A/s320/CIMG7219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These is our golfland score sheets :D we paid for one and we found the other one. yay we get to play both courses ((: the South Side I got 69. the North Side I got 67. hella sucked =.= Henry won at the North Side. Kevin &amp;amp; Henry tied at the South Side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKyZWK_dJjI/AAAAAAAAACo/wls1ZpxbO9E/s1600-h/CIMG7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236729072911722034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKyZWK_dJjI/AAAAAAAAACo/wls1ZpxbO9E/s320/CIMG7214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the clothes I got from yesterday ((:&lt;br /&gt;so today I don't really know what I'm doing today, I was hoping Cathy and I could film today. but I don't know plans change (: uhmmm So. today is freshmen orientation. LOL. gross incoming freshmen :D I remember when I was a noob :D today tennis? eh maybe. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;new plans! YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/18 - Golfland&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/19 - Mallin'&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/20 - N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/21 - &lt;em&gt;3/5pm&lt;/em&gt; - Pictures &amp;amp; Schedule Pick Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/22 - Oakridge 'House Bunny' &amp;amp; PF WANGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/23 - &lt;em&gt;6pm - &lt;/em&gt;Interact AREA 8 LOVE @ SJS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/24 - Great America &amp;amp; Jordan Puritt Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/25 - Julia's House (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2796272326886176948?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2796272326886176948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2796272326886176948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2796272326886176948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2796272326886176948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKyf0FcqdVI/AAAAAAAAACw/3LTjtJ_ev0A/s72-c/CIMG7219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4449695648865264753</id><published>2008-08-19T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:31:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Kevin wakes me up at 12 pm and asks me if I want to go to the mall with him and his little friends. 'where at?' Eastridge. NO. then my mom tells me to go anyways then she will take me to Macy's. so I got up, got ready and ate a brunch and left to the mall. Kevin went with his friends to watch a movie while my mom and I shopped in Macy's I got hella more clothes (: then I got hungry so more Chicken Katsu and Mahi Mahi. I went to buy the food and it was already 5 pm so my mom took me home and we ate at home then went to pick up Kevin, Derrick, and Henry back to my house. After that we left them at home and my mom and I went to Oakridge Macy's to shop some more ((: we stayed in Macy's until they closed at 9:30 pm LOl :D my full on Puma suit is almost complete. I just need a shirt, Puma jeans and maybe a nice 'going out' bag (: uhmmmm so today my mom and I bought Puma clothing for my nephew, my brothers, herself, and I ((: hmm lovin' it (: then my mom wanted to get work out clothings so the lady tells us to go in the elevator and it should be downstairs on the left. so when we got there it was deserted and I got scared because all I can hear is the small advertisment tv near the fitting room. so I told my mom to hurry up so we can leave. so we paid for our stuff and left Macy's. as we were walking out it was all dark outside and so it took awhile to find our car. it was scarey because it was just us in the parking lot. sooo 'scarny' so we got in the car and headed back home where I finished uploading pictures from yesterday, showered, blogged about yesterday, and now here I am blogging about today. (: I think I'ma take another picture of all the stuff I got (: maybe tomorrow. but yeah new plans ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/18 - Golfland&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8/19 - Mallin'&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/20 - Filming HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/21 - Pictures and Schedule Pick Ups &amp;amp; perhaps Julia's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/22 - Oakridge 'House Bunny' &amp;amp; PF WANGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/23 - Interact AREA 8 LOVE @ SJS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/24 - Great America &amp;amp; Jordin Puritt Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4449695648865264753?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4449695648865264753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4449695648865264753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4449695648865264753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4449695648865264753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-4566872091901860823</id><published>2008-08-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:01:42.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning Kevin wakes me up and tells me Derrick is coming over 9 am, so I wake up and brush my teeth then watch some dramas, then Derrick comes and I make breakfast for Derrick and myself. =.= while we waited for the frozen pizza to cook, I decided to play Ducks 'or whatever it's called' on the PS3 helllaaaaa addicting (: and it was only a demo with 5/60 tubs LOL. when Derrick tired to play he wouldn't stop until he beat my records. LOL. impossible. but he did after how many retries? after you beat a certain time they show you the world record time and Derrick tries to be Michael Phelps and beat the world record. which was getting all the ducks in under 2 seconds. LOL He was close enough though... 4 seconds. so at 3:30 pm or something Julia comes over and then we head to Oakridge at 4:30 pm we camera whored a bit in the car then when we arrived to the mall we went straight to the Disney store to see what Wall-e shit they have in stock :DD then to Game Stop to get some sort of Playstation Store Card to buy the full version of the Duck game. while we were in Game Stop Derrick decides to make a Mii on their Wii. He made the UGLIEST SHIT Mii I have ever seen. He was there for a long time making the Mii and this guy was, waiting to play Mario Karts, just stood there and watched him. I was like Derrick I think we should go... Derrick stupidly turns around 'OH sorry' LOLOL so we left the store since they didn't have the card and we got Cinnabon because Julia had a coupon for Buy 1 get 1 Free (: Yay coupons. we ate then started to walk to Golfland. when we got to Golfland Julia and I played DDR while the guys did whatever, then Henry came and Derrick left in Henry's car. =.= what a fag. woo piano lessons. so I bought the FAMILY NIGHT tickets for me, Julia, Henry, and Kevin. we went to the North Side first the to the South Side. stupid people keeps following us. 'excuse me I was here first so you have to wait' Since there were people waiting on us we barely got to take GOOD pictures. Oh and we found an extra Golfland score sheet on the ground. lucky us. kekeke. so after the first course everyone got thristy and so Julia decides to buy us a big pitter of soda. LOL so we had to Golf and carry the pitter as we were golfing in the South Side. HAHA. but yeah it was fun at Golfland. we golfed until 9 pm and then went back to the arcade to chill while Henry and Kevin played Initial D 4 .Golfland literally has all the Initial D games ever made =.= so crazy. After they were done we walked back to Oakridge in the dark -,- to see of the resturants were still open. PF Chang's was open so Julia and I decided to eat there, while the two guys ate at the food court =.= sorry that's not how we roll. keke Lettuce Wraps and Walnut Shrimp (: YUM. Julia and I had a very good and long long talk about everything, and then the guys came in and bothered us. My mom came and we To-Go'ed our food and paid. On the way back from Oakridge we had to drop off Julia, we went up that scarey hill to her house and then droped her off. then we had to drive all the way to the top of the hill to make a U'ie when we got to the dead end. Julia was like this is our 'basketball court' I was like WTF. you guys play basketball here. O_o that does sound soo SAFE. LOL then we saw the amazing view from the hill. :D then we went back down the hill and back home where Kevin, Henry and I played Derrick's Rock Band until Henry left. Derrick totally 'moved' into my house. we had EVERYTHING at our house . 'literally' but yeah day's end and it was a great day after all :D I loved it :D fun fun fun. let's do Monday Family Night at Golfland again some time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKOQjdiAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/51TTZpQaarE/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501338059016194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKOQjdiAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/51TTZpQaarE/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKO2RbjnI/AAAAAAAAABI/jRR9OZ4PCis/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501348183936626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKO2RbjnI/AAAAAAAAABI/jRR9OZ4PCis/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that shadow behind me @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKPTjq1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bbA9kFaYljA/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501356045063874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKPTjq1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bbA9kFaYljA/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay Kevin just one more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKOkXEo_I/AAAAAAAAABA/eeJ2yxMcZD0/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501343375762418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKOkXEo_I/AAAAAAAAABA/eeJ2yxMcZD0/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKPrQLByI/AAAAAAAAABY/jxAb-AE9xPI/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501362405738274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKPrQLByI/AAAAAAAAABY/jxAb-AE9xPI/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever 21 manquins (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL1kzCyMI/AAAAAAAAABg/4JeAQ2-R0gg/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503113019607234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL1kzCyMI/AAAAAAAAABg/4JeAQ2-R0gg/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walllllllllll-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL1-pyRjI/AAAAAAAAABo/euOnouC4NBs/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503119960098354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL1-pyRjI/AAAAAAAAABo/euOnouC4NBs/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pose on three, 123 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL2AKnWkI/AAAAAAAAABw/oowZ5f9aKgE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503120366230082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL2AKnWkI/AAAAAAAAABw/oowZ5f9aKgE/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvOLaqX-SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZaLTT-dQD4U/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236505687279270178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvOLaqX-SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZaLTT-dQD4U/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hurry Hurry people are waiting (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL29eF0xI/AAAAAAAAACA/EdB7akiBe4c/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503136822481682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL29eF0xI/AAAAAAAAACA/EdB7akiBe4c/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Plus Tam Henry Le Nguyen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL2q44dJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8BT9PzN7J-c/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503131834578066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvL2q44dJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8BT9PzN7J-c/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay now let's hide behind the fence (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvMSY21TNI/AAAAAAAAACI/xIhy0y7mMg4/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503608030481618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvMSY21TNI/AAAAAAAAACI/xIhy0y7mMg4/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julia's View.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-4566872091901860823?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4566872091901860823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=4566872091901860823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4566872091901860823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/4566872091901860823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKvKOQjdiAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/51TTZpQaarE/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1386502198453529312</id><published>2008-08-17T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:33:18.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the whole day today I cleaned half of my closet and then watched the rest of Who Are You? NEXT UP &lt;em&gt;'continue'&lt;/em&gt; Bad Love and MARS. I cleaned out my closet and organized the bags on my door. AND I found my DDR games and PS2 Memory Card :DDD I was so happy ((: later on in the day my mom's friend came over and she took me, my mom, and my brother to go eat at The Vegeterian House. YUMMMY (((: Tofu Rolls &amp;amp; Pad Thai. haha! DELLLLLIOUSSS :D she told me next time she'll take us to Yogurtland in Cupertino, because her son loves that place. how exciting :D uhmmm yeah I had a yummy dinner. &amp;amp;Ready for &lt;em&gt;'Family Night' &lt;/em&gt;Golfland tomorrow with Julia, Derrick, Henry, Kevin, and possibily Cathy. darn you Sarah, going to Sacamento. LOL. okay that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1386502198453529312?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1386502198453529312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1386502198453529312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1386502198453529312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1386502198453529312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2238662452561330706</id><published>2008-08-17T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:05:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up this morning at 2:30 pm O_O LOLOL that was the latest I've ever woken up. but yeah so this morning I really noticed that my eye lashes has hella grown since I used that eye lash serum. It's a japanese branded 'eyelash tonic' that I got off soompi. it was recommended by hella people and Sarah got it too, so I wanted to try it. I've been using it for about a week or so and it really works O_O. amazing (: but yeah I love it (: Oh and MICHAEL PHELPS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; here are pictures of the shit I got this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm still missing some things (((((: but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heyyy Don't forget Squidward!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKitCEnSrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zmomlTdzRZ0/s1600-h/CIMG7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235624817928089186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKitCEnSrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zmomlTdzRZ0/s320/CIMG7191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKitCWsDNBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lG3HpxTIB44/s1600-h/CIMG7196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235624822779884562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKitCWsDNBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lG3HpxTIB44/s320/CIMG7196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course my NG Style tee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKit-PsoxOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Bun3OIDvmgM/s1600-h/NG+STYLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625851695449314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKit-PsoxOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Bun3OIDvmgM/s320/NG+STYLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2238662452561330706?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2238662452561330706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2238662452561330706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2238662452561330706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2238662452561330706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SKitCEnSrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zmomlTdzRZ0/s72-c/CIMG7191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-9128637898573353987</id><published>2008-08-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:45:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent the whole day with my mom and younger brother. so 12 pm and my mom calls me and tells me to wake up because she's going to take my brother and I to eat Dim Sum at East Lake. so I woke up, woke my brother up, and got ready to go. my mom came home and then we left to go eat. After we ate my mom decides to take us out shopping with her again. whatever was fine with me, as long as I get to go to Macy's (: so we went to TJ Maxx, Ross, Kohl's, Oakridge Mall's Gap, Eastridge Mall's Macy's, then home &lt;em&gt;in that order&lt;/em&gt;. it was a pretty long day and yet another 'shopping spree' it wasn't a big 'shopping spree' but I sure got a lot of stuff. I'll just have to show you guys all the shit I got (: maybe in my next blog. hehe. so today we went to Gap and I got a bunch of clothes there and when I went to pay my mom gave the guy a 10% off coupon FOR GAP but we got the coupon from opening a Banana Republic card. and the stupid guy goes you can only use this with your Banana card. and it's like Okay well I'm shopping at Gap so why would I need to pay for my purchase with a Banana card? but my mom left her card at home and we waited for hella long for him to go ask around for a better solution. I got pretty pissed at how he is so stupid. then he searched up for my mom's Banana card and when he got it he printed out the reciept and everything and forgot to put the 10% coupon in. then he goes and say "Oh I don't know why that didn't go through" BULLSHIT. then to clearify the card he asked "Do you have some sort of ID or a driver's license?" I was laughing to myself and I thought of Cathy. &lt;em&gt;'Neuuuuuuuuuuwwww, I jut came from the vietnam' &lt;/em&gt;he could have just asked "Can I see your ID?" but no he askes that. so he returned all the clothes and purchased the clothes all over again. OH and another thing. so I see this cute shirt in Gap and above the rack I see SALE. and the price wasn't tagged. so I figured oh they must of forgot to. so I go to the cash register and pay for my clothes and the guy was like "Oh we must have placed this in the wrong place" Me: "Well then why are there more than one of this shirt over there?" Him: "Ohhhhhhhh hmmmm, I don't know but the computer says it's not on sale." Me: "wth... okayy then I don't want it" then my mom goes and ask another lady why the shirt wasn't marked and she goes to the place and the lady says if you see the sign it says SALE *on selected items. and the lady points to the size 8 font on the huge red sales sign. &lt;em&gt;'you set me up ]:&lt;'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;new dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/18 - Oakridge and Golfland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/21 - Picture Day and Schedule Pick Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/22 - Oakridge 'House Bunny'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/24 - Great America with Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - Back To School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-9128637898573353987?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/9128637898573353987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=9128637898573353987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/9128637898573353987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/9128637898573353987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/14_16.html' title='14'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6061649200447839357</id><published>2008-08-16T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:46:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vent01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1am vent. you don't even know. checking on my 'trash can people' after a year or so and I see something so childish, so stupid, so... unbelieveable. let me tell you now, I never hated you. just every thing you do now makes me hate you so much. sometimes I feel that you're only doing what you are doing to piss me off. but seriously what does that change? nothing really. it makes you look foolish and childish. all the things you've done after that one day. it was ridiculous. but I guess that's just how you play. I'm not going to do anything you're doing to me, to get you back because I don't feel it's nesscesary but whatever, do as you please. but i'll ask you one thing. Where have you gotten your 'habits' and 'interest' from. mostly me. or should I ask where have you interests 'originated from' ? I've got to admit the years passed and I can honestly say I've influence you more than you can imagine. but how much of you did I take? not much. I'm not just saying that. but I actually mean it if you were thinking the same thoughts as me, you'd be on the same page. I'm thinking way back right now and though I might have short term memory lost. "so I say" I can remember, clearly, a lot of things we did together. but what can I say this vent is just a bunch of words. nothing's going to make it like how it was before. you're not going to admit that I've influenced you a lot and that you take everything I've told you and everything I've &lt;em&gt;showed&lt;/em&gt; you, and you take it all and give yourself all the credit. but I hope you know your still interested in the things&lt;em&gt; I've&lt;/em&gt; introduced to you. so what does it mean to me when I see bits of my interest in you? or even in reality, or even in your image, your network. it gets me mad, sad, angry, frustrated. and VERY regretful. when we 'left' I didn't regret anything. it was just a pass experience that I have to go through in my life [&lt;em&gt;was what 'I' had thought.&lt;/em&gt;] but now, now that time has really gone by. I start to get this feeling that you've actually want to throw me away, FOR SURE. and take everything you've got from me and make it, all, as if they were new found from you. If it wasn't for me I bet you so much you wouldn't even know half the things would've already know. or should I say 'like'. truthfully said. you make me hate you more than I could ever imagine, If you really wanted to have the "be the better person" end. you're not doing so good. you're probably angry from the beginning, 'you don't understand me' where as I do. but who is there to believe? I know you pretty well by now and you'll probably do something stupid [&lt;em&gt;or should I say 'something to get me mad at' or 'something to show the whole world that you hate me first and that everything was my fault'&lt;/em&gt;] if you have the slightest thought that this blog might be about you. i'll take a stab at what you might say or think of me as of now [&lt;em&gt;right now, as you're reading this&lt;/em&gt;], and I'll have to say you think I'm stupid for blogging about this, or something like 'wtf are you talking about I hella influenced you' and give me a whole list, or just go and tell all your friends and get them all to hate me. whatever it is, that you're going to say back to this &lt;em&gt;blog.&lt;/em&gt; it just a counter agrument when you and just simply take this blog as a whole and just keep it in the back of your mind. because really this vent is just a 'I just want you to know this one last thing before I really give up on you' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truthfully said, truthfully done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one last messege for just one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no names, no details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do as you please after this, because I'm finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. just so you know I have not been stalking you and searching upall the shit you do, I was just simplily cleaning out my buddylist and I came across 'the trashcan people' and then I see a link. not so curious but I clicked it anyways. so here it is, my vent on the things i've seen and read from your words, your actions, and your train of thought. and I'll tell you now that I've cut all connections with you and 'the trashcan people' was just something I missed. so there. stupid I have to explain myself but I know you're way of thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6061649200447839357?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6061649200447839357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6061649200447839357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6061649200447839357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6061649200447839357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/14.html' title='vent01'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-9194387244626582538</id><published>2008-08-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:48:44.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Cathy's leaving for camping and I was suppose to go with her D: I really wish I could have gone. but my mom didn't let me go, because I guess she doesn't think I will survive two nights in the woods. LOL but camping sure does sound fun D: but anyways today is also the day of the full moon and so my mom took me and my brother to the temple in the morning. we ate some vegeterian food and then went shopping :D first we stopped by khols because my mom wanted some clothes and plus we had a coupon. so why not ? :D afterwards we went to Oakridge Mall and I spent most of the time shopping in Macy's (: I love Macy's. We spent a lot of money also got a lot of discounts :DD LOL it was all good :D after the long day, we headed back home. On the way home we stopped by Lucky's and this time we bought two bags of pretzels ((: Yummmyy LOL. oh and my dad found a phone and he gave it to my younger brother and when I turned it on, EVERYTHING was in spanish. I was like holy fuck. LOL I didn't understand jack shit. and so today luckily there was Derrick. LOl he helpped me change the language on the phone back to english :D LOL such a nice phone. I wish I can use it =.= but yeahh. that's too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At this very moment, I am finishing up Who Are You? yes I know 'FINALLY' hahaha but I'm getting there, so NEXT UP 'continue' Bad Love. yes I know, I never finished it. tehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's only 11 more days until school starts DDD: so many things I didn't get to do yet ): Oh noooos. so let's see what I'm doing before school starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/16 - Another day with my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/21 - School Picture Day &amp;amp; Schedule Pick Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/22 - Oakridge 'House Bunny'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/24 - Great America with Julia and possibily Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8/26 - Back To School );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-9194387244626582538?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/9194387244626582538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=9194387244626582538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/9194387244626582538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/9194387244626582538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2200555049030782998</id><published>2008-08-14T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:00:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, August 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tired to finish watching Who Are You? but I failed because Cathy asked me to come over. and so before I could go I had to do the laundry and vacumm the house. so I took a while. I walked to her house at 5 pm? and stayed until 10:30 pm. it was pretty fun. we watched the Olympics, MICHAEL PHELPS (((: and OH we jonted idea hella ideas for filming and we pretty much planned everything :D we better get a lot of views or else we'd be sad. LOLOLOL but yeah, Cathy made me almost pee my pants twice. LOL it was just toooo funny. later on in the day we camera whored and stuff but yeah it was a fun day with Cathy. just wait guys, our very first film will be up (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stayed at home and watched Love Storm until I finished (: IT WAS SOOO GOOD. made me cry at the end. LOL *dammit just CUT THE WIRE.* haha but yeah. so I finished Love Storm all 21 episode in 3 days. I stayed up until 2am yesterday night just to finish. haha :D it was allll good. so i made a movie line up that I MUST finish before school starts. I don't even know if it's possible... D: but I must finish all the dramas and attend to all the hang out plans that Cathy and I are suppose to make. and damn I need a new Vcard. I miscalculated and now I'm 1 dollar short for my next purchase. DARN YOU. so I'm done with Love Storm. NEXT UP 'finish watching' Who are you?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, August 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just felt like I had to go somewhere. and plus I was suppose to meet up with Vania to get somethings. but she took FOREVER. darn you vania. so i just walked to Cathy's house. I helped her clean her room =.= it was a diaster. LOLOL but yeah it was alright. so I was at her house from 5-11 something PM and yeah. we pretty much just chilled clean her room. move some furniture. and stuff. then I had dinner with her and her younger brother and afterwards we watched the olympics. michael phelps =.= LOL *he is like an american wu chun =O* lmao. oh and I got my NG style Tshirt this day too! omg so happy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally got a hair cut (: it's not any different. just got a little shorter :D I like my bangs a lot better not. it's not all in my face (: Cathy was suppose to go with me becuase she wanted a haircut too but she chickened out. because she didn't know what to do with her hair =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, August 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's 8/8/08, I didn't do anything special at all on 888 but it was the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympics. I only saw like 5 minutes of it . teheh. but yeah other than that I just sat at home watching dramas ((: OH and my new favorite resturant is The Vegeterain House :D I LOVE THAT PLACE. ummmmmmmmmm Delicious (:&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was Cathy, Sarah, Vania, and I, we went to Santana Row and Valley Fair (: Sarah and Cathy arrived to my house and then Vania and her mom came to pick us up. then we went to Santana Row. we window shopped for a bit then Vania took us to a store called Mai Do and it had the coolest and cutest shit ever! I couldn't decide between all the cell phone chains and straps. LOL and the shaky pencils :D there were soooo many. LOL I love it. it was a little pricey =.= I spent like 30 bucks there.... afterwards we walked to Valley Fair and shopped for a bit. we took a hella long time in Sephora like always O_O .. then Vania had to leave because of her piano lessons. by then we started to get hungry so we quickly stopped by the Lego store so I can buy my brother some Star Wars shit. then all of a sudden I find a Squidward lego figure key chain and then me and cathy just started bursting out laughing. so we ended up buying each of us a Squidward keychain :DDD HAHHA. afterwards Cathy, Sarah, and I walked back to Santana Row to eat dinner at Pizza Anitca. it was yummmmy. but BAD SERVICE. stupid lady didn't turn on the heater. Sarah was freezing outside. LOL but yeah . the dinner was good. after dinner we had to walk back to Macy's to wait for my dad to come pick us up. while waiting so browsed around Macy's and Cathy found a cute shirt that she just had to buy. LOL but then my dad came and we all came back to my house and then Sarah left. then Cathy walked home. Fun Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, August 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vania, Vy, Cathy, Cathy's brother and cousins, and I went to Eastridge to watch Step Brother. so I got there a little late. but it was all good. Cathy's cousin Vinhly was a old time friend of mine since uhm elementary. and I got to see him again because he came with us. but yeah it was good to see him again. it's been so long. uhm so we saw the movie it was pretty nasty but it was sure hella funny. lol afterwards we went shopping. Cathy pretty much spent 2 hours in forever21. but yeah she got some purple jeans that shes been dying to get. whatever. anyways after that we just sat at the food court and chilled or uhm you can say we were waiting 'for absolutely nothing =.=' but vania left and Cathy and I went to get candy at the Sweet Factory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cathy: We can't get a sample, unless we ask the lady&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh well 'woo' wth is she going to do cut it in half for us?&lt;br /&gt;Cathy: excuse me get we get a sample of the grapefruit candy?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: oh okay hold on a sec, I'm going to have to cut it in half *leaves to get scissors*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Lady: okay hear you go.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cathy holds in our laugh. LOLOLOL good stuff. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then we come back to the food court and then vy leaves. so it was just me, cathy, and her cousins, so we went to daiso shopped for a bit and then her cousins left then we got Pretzels and YUM my almond pretzel was heeellaa good :D afterwards I walked Cathy out then as I was walking to my ride these guys in the dark parking lot yells out "ALICE!" and I look and thought to myself. who the fuck is calling me, they look so scarey O_O do I know them?! then I look once more and I see Andre. LOLOLOL. good seeing him again too (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4279924498896276539-2200555049030782998?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2200555049030782998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2200555049030782998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2200555049030782998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2200555049030782998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/twelve.html' title='12'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-3797472650396706565</id><published>2008-08-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:34:38.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so today, well it was 'yesterday' because its 12am right now. So on Saturday, August 2, Julia and I was bored, and so Julia asked to come over. so she came over and then we chilled at my house, then we went to walk my dog. Afterwards we decided to walk around some more so we went to Luckys and Long's Drugs. I got a new Vanilla Gift Card :D YES. LOL all the walk got us hungry so we ate at Round Table Pizza. Small Half Hawaiian? and Wombo Combo. LOLOL I thought that was hella funny. Wombo Combo. haha. it took forever for the pizza so we left and went to Long's Drugs again to find a drink. there was none that satsified us so we went to Lucky's, and it was stupid because we couldn't find much so we settled on two sodas -___- LOLOL. but yeah we went to the self check out line and then we were inserting the coins for 44 cents and then we find out we were short ONE PENNY. DAMN YOU. the one time you wanna just look down and there would be a penny on the ground. but nooooo. so I was going to say ask the guy next in line. but Julia said we took too long and they are all probably pissed. so she took a quarter. and shoved it in the machine and our change was 24 cents. BULLSHIT. so we got back to Round Table and got our pizza and ate. then on the TV at Round Table a movie starts and we see these two kids killing their mother or something. and we look at each other like WTF are they showing us!? LOLOL very distrubing. so we got Wall-e tattoos and then left for home. While walking back we decided to visit Kathleen, who has been home alone with her dog for the whole summer. *literally* so I ring the doorbell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kathleen: WHO IS IT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: HI! IT'S ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kathleen: WHO IS IT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: omg. Pizza Delivery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kathleen: Okay.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Just open the door kathleen =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She opens the door and her dog attacks julia's legs. and yeah. we chilled for a bit then her parents came home and it started to get late so we left. and Kathleen called us back to give us a ride. and so her sister took us back to my house, where me and julia played Mario Karts on the Wii until she left. fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-3797472650396706565?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3797472650396706565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=3797472650396706565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3797472650396706565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/3797472650396706565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/08/elveen.html' title='11'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-7925048022408275125</id><published>2008-07-20T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:40:06.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff210/cathyx3/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Alicesparty_0001.flv"&gt;http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff210/cathyx3/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Alicesparty_0001.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. HAHA after the party (: . video that cathy made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-7925048022408275125?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7925048022408275125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=7925048022408275125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7925048022408275125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/7925048022408275125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten.html' title='ten'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2903518789843153473</id><published>2008-07-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:53:38.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, July 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was some what better than yesterday. Since yesterday he made us doing Suicides and all that FUN stuff, we got to play Army Ball and Waterpolo today :D it was pretty fun. After that was lunch. Cathy brought some period stain strawberries. LOL. I guess it was pretty good, I didn't try it though. So today Cathy and I HAD to sit on the other side of the class room because SOME people won't pick a seat and STAY there. GOD. but it wasn't that bad. I'll have to say I like it better over here, it's not as annoying. well we didn't get to go outside today, we stayed inside and Mr. Peterson collected the folders while the class finish watching the rest of the movie Radio. It was so so so sad. I was about to cry BUT some fag shit girl killed my mood. seriously, no one needs you to explain ever little thing that happens in the movie. fuck. So we finished watching Radio and then watched a part of Major Payne. LOLOLOL hella funny movie. *Ah-he-he-he* Afterschool Cathy, Vania, Sarah, and I walked half way to Tapioca then my mom calls and asks where I am. I could have sworn that I told my mom that we are going to go to Tapioca, but I guess not. so we walked back to the school and my mom just took us to Tapioca. we bought a drink and played 1 game of Photohunt. we got a pretty high score? I think we got Top? I forgot but it was such a waste, we didn't even use the extra lives. well whatever, it's a-okay. we left to go back to me house. we had fun with a little singing video, one that which Vania and Sarah did NOT participate in. =.= sigh* afterwards we made a bunch of Haduris, the first one was the best but unforunately 50 frames was way too much, so it didn't save =.= fucking shit. so the rest of the Harduris we made was faster so it would all fit in 20 frames. LOL we didn't do so good but it was sure fun. keke. At around 3 or so we left to Oakridge Mall, as Sarah calls it "Blossom Hills" we planned to watch Dark Knight but when we got there we found that the movies was 2.5 hours. dammmn. so we figured that we wouldn't have eough time to watch the movie, eat, and shop. Therefore we skipped the movie and went straight to shopping. while Sarah and Cathy were bra shopping in Target, Vania and I went to PF Changs to check their menu. Vania didn't like their 'stir-fry food' so we went to Cheese Cake Factory to eat. Vania ordered the Chinese Chicken Salad or something, and it was hella good (: after we ate, we went to Sephora and played with make-up for about...I'd have to say the whole day? Since we didn't get to watch Dark Knight, I planned to go to the movies at night with Kevin and Derrick. So it was around 7 pm or something when we left the mall. my parents picked me up and we went back to my house. Everyone left and then Kevin, Derrick, and I went to Eastridge to watch the movie. stupid tickets were sold out and the mall was closed so there was no point in staying there. so called my mom to pick us up again. the funny thing was that when she dropped us off she told Kevin and Derrick to 'protect me' and I looked at them and said what the hell are they going to do? LOL then when she was on the way to pick us up we were already downstairs waiting and then a bunch of cops/security guys start to run into the mall and up the stairs to the thearter area. holy shit O_O it was kind of scarey, but luckily right after that my mom arrived. Back at home again, and Derrick spent the night at my house AGAIN. like always, but this time we stayed up hella late just playing Rock Band. nonstop Rock Band. Derrick was practicing sing while I was practicing drumming :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*How do I sing from my stomach?! Do I flex? Is my throat supose to hurt, because it is.* LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We pretty much played Rock Band until around 4 am and then stayed up playing the Wii until 5 am. then we finally decided we should go to bed before we sleep during my party. I wasn't as excited for my party such everyone suddenly baile dout on me at last minute. kind of sad but oh well, whatever happens, happen. I guess. So we slept and Derrick decides to wake up at 9 am and bother me until I would wake up. GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, July 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is my actual birthday party. In the beginning it was chill. it was just me, Kevin, Derrick, and Josh. Then Sarah surprised me with her appearance. She told me she couldn't go, but in the morning she called me and told me to open the door, she was in the front. HOLY SHIT O_O. haha! then Julia surprised me with her appearance :DDD it was a pretty good day :D there were many people, but I was happy with the people who did come. we played Rock Band most of the time, afterwards we played twister. and later on at night me and cathy just fooled around. Cathy took on a bet with me and she lost, so now she has to do a 2 minute video of her doing a funky dance. :D ROLFCOPTER. well Derrick, Henry, and Cathy slept over and it was pretty fun. I dont remember what we did to keep us up but we pulled an all nighter (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm like a week late on this blog, whatever I'm tried of editting this blog here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2903518789843153473?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2903518789843153473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2903518789843153473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2903518789843153473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2903518789843153473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/07/nine.html' title='nine'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-6923876795234258631</id><published>2008-07-17T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:51:51.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I turned 15 today, woo Fun . so I got to school this morning, got to PE and Mr. Peterson decides to go hard on us now a days, I guess its because he's pissed off at our class, well its more of just THEM. but yeah, we had to do fucking Suicides and all these sprinting and touching the floor and shit. I was tired shitless. I mean I don't even have the right shoes. I had no grip what so ever. fuck. afterwards we got in the pool are a whole hour. we didn't even get to play water polo. we had to swim laps and do relays. FUN. during lunch we had a lot of fun just cracking joke and making fun of each other. we were talking about prunes and then shit and then to black holes. LOLOL for my birthday Vania baked me 9 chocolate cupcakes, they were soo cute, I didn't want to eat them. except for this one in the corner. apparently Vania messed up and put too much sprinkles, so here you go Mr. Peterson :DD LOLOL. it was a pretty good day; I'd have to say :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Oh fuck, it's all over our hands, what now?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*looks at teddy bear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and so afterschool Cathy went with my mom, me, and my brother to go eat at Red Robins for my birthday. there was like 3 other birthdays at red ribons . It was kind of weird =.= so I heard there free refills on fries? LOL let me get 5 more refills. we only ordered two plates to share and then got about 5 or so refills on fries. haha good times :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Excuse me, today is Alice's birthday: Okay, I'll go tell Robert* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*who the fuck is Robert?* LOLOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*It's Alice's birthday today :quote quote:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Can I get more fries, and a To-Go box?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-6923876795234258631?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6923876795234258631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=6923876795234258631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6923876795234258631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/6923876795234258631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/07/eight.html' title='eight'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-1585069243763480083</id><published>2008-07-10T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:14:52.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AGAIN. I'm editing a unfinished blog :D I usually start on a blog and never finish, just so I can save the time and date stamp :D smart huh. LOL well I think this day Cathy and I went to Tapioca afterschool like always and played Photohunt until my mom came to pick us up. then we picked up Kevin and went home. waited for Derrick to get out of school. and then got ready for the movies :D so we watched Wall-e . FINALLY. I've been dying to watch that since the first day it came out. but we finally watched it. it was ADORABLE. I almost cried D: but yeah it was a good movie. I'd watch it again any time :D afterwards Cathy left, then Derrick came home with us, and I guess we pretty much stayed up until 12am playing on the Wii :D it was on a school day so I was hella tired the next day D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-1585069243763480083?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1585069243763480083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=1585069243763480083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1585069243763480083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/1585069243763480083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven.html' title='seven'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279924498896276539.post-2202995629039827184</id><published>2008-07-09T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:35:22.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a pretty chill day, I'm very lazy at blogging, and so don't expect me to blog everyday and what not. I usually only do it if I really have to. so here I am editing a unfinished blog about a good day last week :D LOL it's pretty late but here it goes :D PE was same as always but afterschool we got a whole gang to go to Tapioca; it was me, sarah, cathy, vy, vania, and brandon. it was pretty fun. so we got to Tapioca and then we had two game machines in front of us and the newer one says 1 dollar = 6 coins and so we figured it was 6 games for a dollar, rather than the usual 4 games for a dollar. so me and cathy go and switch/move the machines, after we settled down we found out that a game on the new machine was worth 2 coins so thats 3 games for a dollar. WTF right? so we moved it back and used the old machine. lol greattttt. so we all pretty much played Photohunt until 4 pm. it was a fun day, I'd have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279924498896276539-2202995629039827184?l=youlovealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/feeds/2202995629039827184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279924498896276539&amp;postID=2202995629039827184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2202995629039827184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279924498896276539/posts/default/2202995629039827184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovealice.blogspot.com/2008/07/six.html' title='six'/><author><name>xaliceerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15402368645976210347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MOOgrdQOKw/SGRDToJv86I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5cBg20xMj5Q/S220/snapshot10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
