tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39238549339271178222024-03-05T08:51:56.420-08:00the way i are.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-29828519981445805422009-07-07T19:10:00.000-07:002009-07-07T19:11:24.423-07:00Tumblr.Follow me on there, too!<br /><br />ayepro.tumblr.comapril,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-48576626600021294632009-06-20T18:35:00.000-07:002009-06-22T01:36:28.303-07:00Future Boyfriend.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Okay so, maybe I am a bit dreaming. But how can you resist? Taylor Lautner a.k.a. Jacob Black, is one hot son of a wolf! I'll admit, I wasn't too sure about him at first. I was more on Team Robert. But getting rid of that long hair and a couple of muscles/ripped abs later, he has become my new iKandy. I am by no means of finding someone to be in a relationship with, but any guy as good looking, sweet, passionate, & strong, like Jacob Black in the book New Moon, will be an exception. Holler at a woman;I am available! Haha.</div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-37485484570585212432009-06-07T15:02:00.000-07:002009-06-07T15:24:38.710-07:00Congrats FHS c/o 2009<center>& To think that I will be in their position, 2 years from now, gets me pretty excited, but very scared of having to live in the "real world." <br /><br />I didnt get to lei all the people that I wanted to lei. But most of them that I planned to lei, i leid. Credit to Cjay for taking the pictures.</center><br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Congrats once again Class of 2009! </center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirkw9l2LioFLcaY6xNY5RWgf_fDG_fgv3JDb-ipmT-i5rJIAuS925uFbl3E2aptjgmQjto7XpOM7C2Dy5Qj06e9qcDSsKuBpww0FjYN8dkibYHubfm-Y0kj60WMwqXzoVg2hXnYs31o54/s1600-h/DSC05313.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirkw9l2LioFLcaY6xNY5RWgf_fDG_fgv3JDb-ipmT-i5rJIAuS925uFbl3E2aptjgmQjto7XpOM7C2Dy5Qj06e9qcDSsKuBpww0FjYN8dkibYHubfm-Y0kj60WMwqXzoVg2hXnYs31o54/s320/DSC05313.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344711911711303634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf93_pcULs_aeqMy_O3zxBm6dtyWoOhDNtrwp8su0OF6_w3eLEZDvWbpHQx3QHo0Skq4qiwIdRYM1uALht79VNrX1DNSsGd8ONp43tuGAlLQFj92MkTG7y5AjfM1FQyiXLdaqtHDOboF8/s1600-h/DSC05315.png"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBfQOae56IHKxkAyu7OpesA_LIoyMT5K1gcVBBkLniyZqQECj2OlVKi-3h1Z6ZwRi6JGNZpa8xBuK1evG-kbVfJcp9LQNnIt7M_h-tAIJoeKqRT-vXL4R_2tl36Bwpi_EOgJlpHCelKQ/s320/DSC05305.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710317011226962" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-70058988523681332842009-06-05T00:20:00.000-07:002009-06-06T01:19:13.034-07:00Good Bye Sophomore Year.<div style="text-align: center;">& So in the beginning this was us:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/113/l_7644c22f88d78e540d5bd91ffe850aff.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/113/l_7644c22f88d78e540d5bd91ffe850aff.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />& then in the end, here we are.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/80/l_199a77b995814e30bf5dcc780adec3c9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/80/l_199a77b995814e30bf5dcc780adec3c9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This year went by quick!<br />Along the way, our group was down by one person, after the next.<br />Because yes, drama still exists in Sophomore year.<br />& Though we might have lost a handful, we gained a few.<br />However, We were down by two people, Maria & Theresa Tran, for a very different reason-they departed to Alaska. ;( We miss them! & We hope for a reunion w/ them soon :D<br /><br />Looking back, some of us can't believe how we're friends, because in the past we did not have any interaction whats so ever. I'm glad with how things had turned out in the end because I love my girls, we're all meant to be together! <br /><br /><br />Most memorable: It would have to be my birthday. After school, & while still in school, right when the bell rang, I was attacked with chocolate syrup with atleast 5 bottles. It turned out to be a big mess, well, I was the big mess in the end. <br /><br />Looking Ahead: I expect challenging classes next year, Alg 2& Chemistry in particular. + College search begins.<br /><br />OH, time is flying by quicker that what I expected.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-38980668280006068822009-06-03T22:19:00.001-07:002009-06-04T00:40:52.305-07:00Date Set:<span style="font-weight: bold;">November 22 is not only going to be my 16th birthday</span>, but it's just two days after New Moon comes out! & Though it is 5 months far from now, it's never to early to plan.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Definitely Number 1 on my list: movie night to watch the<br />oh-so-very-handsome Taylor Lautner in New Moon. =D</span><br /><object width="3600" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"></embed></object><br />I did not just read the book for nothing. The movie better be as good.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-16758967434322769602009-06-03T13:45:00.000-07:002009-06-03T14:08:53.457-07:00FinalsGood thing the school does not block the blogger website, because meanwhile I can blog about something, while I wait for an hour more 'till school is done. I just finished my keboarding exam & it was a 'piece of cake!' Our exam was to create a portfolio. The first part of the exam was to create a title page, then fillout the table of contents--describing each of the 10 assignments listed. Next, we needed to refer back to the Microsoft Excel gradesheet inorder for us to fill out the points we earned for each assignment. Lastly, arrange all assignments in order. <br />My period one exam (health) consited 40 questions, which majority was True or False + a 6 paragraph essay on Oscar the cat who can predict a patient's impendening death. (sounds crippy, huh?)I can't say that I excelled this exam because the questions were stupid, but I did okay. Hopefully my six paragraph essay, + a little kiss-ass* to the teacher (dusting her room, aranging her books) will help me. :]<br /><br /><br />Tomorrow is the day I dread because I will be taking my math and business exam.<br /><strong>Math Gods, help a sister out! !!!</strong>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-24807140820206914142009-05-25T17:41:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:50:57.622-07:00Top of the tree.<img style="width: 270px; height: 342px;" alt="http://fpgurrl16.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/2uxxkyx.png?w=253&h=320" src="http://fpgurrl16.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/2uxxkyx.png?w=253&h=320" /><br />This quote just never gets old, I love it.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-22369702816582279852009-05-24T02:37:00.000-07:002009-05-24T02:48:39.741-07:00Really?<div style="text-align: left;">A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, <br />listens but doesn't believe, <br />and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">leaves before she is left. </span> <br />-Marilyn Monroe<br /><br />Maybe I'm not so wise after all? Haha.<br /></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-31235807421353361712009-05-22T23:23:00.000-07:002009-05-23T00:08:58.883-07:00Gettin' HighNo, not that kind of "high" from drugs. But just the natural high, for high waisted dresses, shorts & skirts. As said on http://www.glamourvanity.com/: "High-waited skirts, pants, shorts dominate this season. Simple lines help create a very feminine silhouette, and another good thing is that high-waited clothes stress your waist line making it more alluring." I love my high waisted shorts (one in the navy shown below + my gray ones [not shown below])<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaQjIJczzRFsOeHE52M8zFdinjiYUfXnaPz41z9JOHBFg1vl_Yb6yEbLLPJFENa4EpaBTaxbGHzyla-7dki4l4csuRdBx480lbHRNVMiSL5-DeRVH0DvFsF3R5OgJY8BVbm_4lQgBg2Q/s1600-h/highs.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaQjIJczzRFsOeHE52M8zFdinjiYUfXnaPz41z9JOHBFg1vl_Yb6yEbLLPJFENa4EpaBTaxbGHzyla-7dki4l4csuRdBx480lbHRNVMiSL5-DeRVH0DvFsF3R5OgJY8BVbm_4lQgBg2Q/s320/highs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338901614789306034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">From Top left: Anji, Jan, I;<br />Anji & I; Jan & I;<br />Roanne & I (may day 2009)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So go, get high too! ;]<br /></div></div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-29850962141208666142009-05-09T22:57:00.001-07:002009-05-10T13:35:32.695-07:00Not Anymore.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzch_pYwarNCuBetLtCq2wQh619yhLh_Z47fgfUkSyia51USN7O_65rKEj6G4QehRp1sfjaJY5i48esVgVorO2-qq1rGLaVBUzXCK2KNh8UqT4uvoP_Wb_KeVO7y5mKwJ3MZVWma097A/s1600-h/IHYSM.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzch_pYwarNCuBetLtCq2wQh619yhLh_Z47fgfUkSyia51USN7O_65rKEj6G4QehRp1sfjaJY5i48esVgVorO2-qq1rGLaVBUzXCK2KNh8UqT4uvoP_Wb_KeVO7y5mKwJ3MZVWma097A/s320/IHYSM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334086322786400338" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Above all, he made me realize even more: never give someone your all, especially when that someone doesn't know what they want.* Being with him was a battle--fighting every step of the way just to make things work 'cause I believed in us so much<span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >But, I can honestly say that I gave him the best, and that can't compare to what I gave the rest.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>Though, he made me mad, angry, sad, confused, and neglected, I never let those feelings overshadow the fact that he made me</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > happy, </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >and same goes with the bad times-I never let it overshadow our good. I knew that I wasn't fully happy (at a certain point) and that he wasn't either, but I refused to acknowledge that. Stupid me, I went on thinking we were 'good', trying everything I could to rekindle what was missing. Once you have already done enough, stop. Lesson learned. So, this is it, finally time to let go of the rope.<br /><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goodbye, dbid. </span></span><br /></div><br /><br />(est. 05-09-08) But truth be told, I am fine, really.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-16030257851908227572009-04-23T20:51:00.000-07:002009-04-23T20:53:22.485-07:00Thats Cold<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The weather ain't as cold compared to the shit your doing to me, cause "you cut me deep, bitch..." </span></div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-90781925625619089992009-04-20T22:31:00.000-07:002009-04-20T22:36:35.233-07:00Walls.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EBoOd7fe6YnoU741En4D5OOIGOLhHWhADvwSqCfPhipA4VwmmJi1sTRVsUyGfs5Yp57AzNXJ5idDvBH2IpPB0uuKUWFjK63-9tbIcizO5txvVWYigERkfM9d3l66lVUfEb1Gq3QsSWM/s1600-h/l_c3a8a116ac6f48d799219f0c83bcbc29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EBoOd7fe6YnoU741En4D5OOIGOLhHWhADvwSqCfPhipA4VwmmJi1sTRVsUyGfs5Yp57AzNXJ5idDvBH2IpPB0uuKUWFjK63-9tbIcizO5txvVWYigERkfM9d3l66lVUfEb1Gq3QsSWM/s320/l_c3a8a116ac6f48d799219f0c83bcbc29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327014022384682562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVPiO0I88vn_aVzwOnFhhTpvXeY8S8TQug4lQtDk7beO77U5sx5CidAsv873D-NdL2rPKnViQhU5NbMpjdHGbuT-jRd2xWuSyMxXFmy6iTpEBMqgg13z4i-vdmqRLcICBmJgVGlOQ4G4/s1600-h/l_6eab13028f744d07a1872add397068d9.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVPiO0I88vn_aVzwOnFhhTpvXeY8S8TQug4lQtDk7beO77U5sx5CidAsv873D-NdL2rPKnViQhU5NbMpjdHGbuT-jRd2xWuSyMxXFmy6iTpEBMqgg13z4i-vdmqRLcICBmJgVGlOQ4G4/s320/l_6eab13028f744d07a1872add397068d9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327013348524109186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaTo_oncLsqf_cj7t3y17VnYUwkbCciICt72LAJxVfDMjrGPg40AupDsH_q8o3WEFb6KmMJqp8qYMpoKyG7Jughm3SeUWQ1YgTPoj6c3Ff39mPoW8Hmcb9KTLRq_MugtwiuwD8eh9NY4/s1600-h/l_76f681a6bd1543c2a6575676d6aa6466.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaTo_oncLsqf_cj7t3y17VnYUwkbCciICt72LAJxVfDMjrGPg40AupDsH_q8o3WEFb6KmMJqp8qYMpoKyG7Jughm3SeUWQ1YgTPoj6c3Ff39mPoW8Hmcb9KTLRq_MugtwiuwD8eh9NY4/s320/l_76f681a6bd1543c2a6575676d6aa6466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327014159343550962" border="0" /></a><br /></div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-62746800358745984382009-04-10T19:31:00.000-07:002009-04-16T12:58:24.940-07:00"Time will tell.""If you love someone, let it go. If it comes back, it was always yours."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">IMY DBID</span>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-35837730990183279912009-04-09T22:10:00.001-07:002009-04-09T23:19:31.800-07:00Eleven.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV5qoCqt_genAonxv_pRYMZdLhgOmrHV93DWD4xF6KawmgzXU5SlMg5xviJvEAHJ6cQ-6DyDFfQNw28O9RRwvlf6dnnqVNVRIG0JMaZxb3mtiNRKmug1H2K9DOaAMvBCq0a4qKMZuHJ8/s1600-h/DSC03132.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV5qoCqt_genAonxv_pRYMZdLhgOmrHV93DWD4xF6KawmgzXU5SlMg5xviJvEAHJ6cQ-6DyDFfQNw28O9RRwvlf6dnnqVNVRIG0JMaZxb3mtiNRKmug1H2K9DOaAMvBCq0a4qKMZuHJ8/s320/DSC03132.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322925971251248354" border="0" /></a>Perfect timing, our 11month anniversary is on a Thursday, which is one of our hang out days. The usual: Kam shopping's McDonald, sharing a chicken nugget happy meal together. We did <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> plan to wear red, btw. "Great minds think alike." Two more weeks, 'till a year of knowing each other. These months went by pretty fast.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-20254508677894907632009-04-08T20:14:00.001-07:002009-04-08T20:15:41.876-07:00Horoscope.<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="home"><span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;">Wednesday, April 8 </span><br /> <span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"> You and your significant other can't seem to make up your minds to make love or argue today. If you want to return to harmony and balance, you will have to be the one who "gives", compromises, or decides to listen and let your loved one talk. </span></a><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="home"> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </a>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-41541960655140944102009-04-06T21:31:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:40:33.794-07:00Ouch.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5nXCrzOmD-i1I3w1KOq7r8Zd1rkByZqfHi67gpAoFgbMneEYlYoqxJWDPtT0uiVd-SAl9_lbvCqs9HebY6eQxtP5lxcg3Y4NV92QyMn_K1RMxi4mtZ_0_J99OCZ9UHXqyUkIfambr14/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5nXCrzOmD-i1I3w1KOq7r8Zd1rkByZqfHi67gpAoFgbMneEYlYoqxJWDPtT0uiVd-SAl9_lbvCqs9HebY6eQxtP5lxcg3Y4NV92QyMn_K1RMxi4mtZ_0_J99OCZ9UHXqyUkIfambr14/s320/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321812520238290434" border="0" /></a>I wore the loafers (1930's slip ons) that I bought while thrift shopping a couple of days ago, to school today. I wore it out once, and like wearing any other flats, the toes gets squishy in it. It didn't give me blisters though, like I had hoped. BUT today, my toes weren't lucky. By the time school was done, I had a record of blisters. (One popped on its own.) Thank God, Jackie let me wore her slippers while I had to walk to the library, even if it was 2 1/2 sizes too big, it helped my toes to breath for awhile.<br /><br />Babe says that it's all "about the comfort." Adding that, I shouldn't have used it. But I couldn't just let it go to waste. I say it was a fashion sacrifice. ;]<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3Fona-ObJscTV8BX4uhuCxlztMlC82zVjn3Q5k6gzXJVTvbRjCfYBcjo1Cs-d17pSXy4-0d14tPPLbe1UxzoLOzUWI74vn4c_MhtY5vk543D9yI-_H8e5MEQLWxqJRjFfp2KXvX7b48/s1600-h/DSC03115.JPG"><br /></a>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-13844374569740304662009-03-29T01:12:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:35:33.195-07:00In the way.I can't recall the last time I had a real-night-conversation-phone-call. You know, the kind that doesn't have lonnnnggg silence and when both people are closely attentive to each other. When he's choosing to do something else, or when he's out somewhere, the odds are, this type of phone call won't happen, it barely does. And it sucks for me, because I have high hopes to rekindle communication, which has become less continuously, but somewhat unsteadily. I try to roll with these punches, the things that get <span style="font-style: italic;">in the way.</span>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-5050954145844331822009-03-26T23:56:00.000-07:002009-03-27T00:34:54.848-07:00G.J.W.H.F.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSfshoPkXqrevQ34U7x2qllWeZiOm958dvE6XG1Gb_jpddrWe01XzhifwnvtZxBJbPKHt5o9bh5MZKjrIe2sXqETlk4n81nCKzJNzKztxjyztnI5kPWJj_jcgO_4XGjqXENspAF4G6gg/s1600-h/l_b94217190e1e43b185bf6e1f2131e8a6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSfshoPkXqrevQ34U7x2qllWeZiOm958dvE6XG1Gb_jpddrWe01XzhifwnvtZxBJbPKHt5o9bh5MZKjrIe2sXqETlk4n81nCKzJNzKztxjyztnI5kPWJj_jcgO_4XGjqXENspAF4G6gg/s320/l_b94217190e1e43b185bf6e1f2131e8a6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317767663549674738" border="0" /></a>Today, marks the very first time we <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">all</span> spent a day-outing together. Usually, one, two, or three people will be M.I.A. for a planned outing, or we end up not continuing with the plan. So, we're proud of ourselves that this "all girls day-bbq-at-the-beach" worked out. (Thank goodness, it stopped raining in the afternoon!) This, too, marks another bbq--which we have found ourselves doing lately. It is starting to become a weekly thing, because the last time we had bbq was a week ago, and two weeks before that, we had another one.Talk about meat! Ahh, I think I should consume more vegetables for the rest of the week!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-59820016192436085382009-03-21T01:33:00.000-07:002009-03-25T22:36:02.749-07:00PlansHopeful plans to fulfill during spring break:<br /><ul><li>Have a girl's dinner out, dressed up, to experience a "the hills" moment, (the girls on that show do alot of dinner-outings)</li><li>Hang-outs with babe.<span style="font-style: italic;"> *March 24.</span><br /></li><li>Shopping.</li><li>Cosmic Bowling.</li><li>Jet skiing w/ friends & babe.</li><li>Water-Park.</li><li>Sister outings.</li><li>Go to one of babe's mma practice.<br /></li><li>Buy a book, preferably the last two edition of the Twilight Saga.</li><li>Make use of my yogurt land gift card, which I got in December.</li><li>Watch a movie.</li><li>Come Whiter.</li></ul>I haven't done some of the things in this list, like cosmic bowling, jet skiing, and a girl's dinner out, making them even better to fulfill. I doubt I would get to fulfill all, sucks having to babysit a 9 yr old!<br /><br /><br />(*) Updated.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-83917932159087396352009-03-18T22:08:00.000-07:002009-03-18T22:24:21.937-07:00"Play the Game."That's what someone once told me today.<br />Of course, there was more that was said after the "play the game" part.<br />It's as if he was giving me some sort of advice that was meant to be said to make me realize even more just how much "i give in."<br /><br /><br />So, babe just left to practice.<br />& he suggested that I should watch a movie,<br />perhaps Notorious (on movie6.net) so i don't get bored while his out.<br />I guess, I might just do that, plus eat cream puffs & bagel bites,<br />since I literally have nothing to do.<br />Finally, finished correcting every assignment/tests/quizzes for math today during thirdperiod!<br />PROUD.<br />School was the usual, boring and hot.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-46001901010242304762009-03-17T23:39:00.000-07:002009-03-17T23:59:16.475-07:00Tuesday.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY! :]</span><br />I remember when wearing green was a 'must' in elementary,<br />and when you ain't wearing the color, you get pinched by everybody,<br />and they say "your suppose to wear green" as a matter-a-factly.<br />But I guess some are still 'ST. PATRICK'S DAY spirited', because I swear, many students (mostly ninth graders) were wearing green today.<br /></span><br />Anyways, babe and I are on our second week of following our compromise-spend time on Tuesdays & Thursdays. Tuesdays & Thursdays because school ends early (1:40 ish) and the more time we get to spend together, compared to a Monday, Wednesday, & Friday 3:00 schedule. (now-a-days, he has to get home at five because he has practice at 6:30 ish) We ended up, nowhere else, but McDonald's. Though, this wasn't a good day. <span style="font-style: italic;">"We get to spend time together today, we shouldn't be arguing.."</span> -_-april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-57168472424602528532009-03-16T23:08:00.000-07:002009-03-17T00:02:32.823-07:00S.W.W.Nowadays, I find myself trying to be busy so that I don't dare to look at the clock. Usually, I would try to get all my homework done by going home early, roughly around 3 o'clock, and then be done by 5 or 6 o'clock. But since my boyfriend has a new hobby, (well soon-to-be hobby since he just started a week ago, and doing something for a week is not long enough to be considered a hobby, i think), I procrastinate purposely, so that I have something to do through out the duration that my boyfriend is out at practice. Hence, I would finish right around when his done with practice. I find this method helpful.<br /><br />BUT, I do have days where I have nothing to do, (nothing as in anything school related). Exhibit A: Tonight. & Yet again I just sit, wait, wish. One, I don't have any homework to do. Two, it's only 8:37 and babe doesn't end till 9:30. Three, I'm not yet sleepy, though sleeping may be a good thing to do right now since I haven't gotten enough sleep for the past few days due to waiting-till-he-finishes-practice-gets-home-and-calls-me circumstances.<br /><br /><br />Other than that, four more days 'till Spring Break! :]april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-25631569370569957632009-03-07T22:40:00.000-08:002009-03-07T23:09:32.307-08:00Good/Bad<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 225px; height: 198px;" alt="http://www.delhigiftsflowers.com/images/chocolates/24fr.jpg" src="http://www.delhigiftsflowers.com/images/chocolates/24fr.jpg" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Good, that I got me some Ferrero Rocher and it's delicious!<br />My favorite part of it is the chocolate covered hazelnut.<br />Bad, cause chocolate makes you cough even more.<br />Though as bad as it is to be eating this while I'm sick, I just couldn't resists.<br />But I had to be sneaky about it around my mom because she's disapproval when it comes to eating chocolate when sick.<br /><br />Good, I have finished reading New Moon.(I know, it's kind of late reading the Twilight saga since the movie has been released long time ago.) It is officially the biggest book I have ever read! But it's also bad because reading made use of time while I had nothing else to do, like talking on the phone, (rarely happens now-a-days btw.)</div>april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-6750750790029673652009-03-01T21:07:00.000-08:002009-03-04T22:37:42.831-08:00Kleenex, Vicks, & TylenolI highly hope that the weather Gods will be on my side tomorrow by stopping the breezy weather, because one, i hate being sick, two, I'm running out of Kleenex, and three, I need the strength for school. In the last 5 days, I went from having a soar throat, to having a low voice--which my boyfriend had comme<span style="font-family: webdings;">nted <span style="font-family: arial;">saying: "you sound like Miley Cyrus."-to losing the low voice to the 'sick voice' + having to cough and sneeze from time to time, to waking up in the middle of night feeling hot with stuffy & running nose. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Great.</span><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;"> To make matters worst, I have PE first perio</span>d. & I could only imagine having to run while I can barely breath. The worst part about being sick is not only will you feel dreaded, but you can barely smell or taste what you eat. Geez, would I have devoured the fried chicken that my grandma made, if my sense of smell and taste worked perfectly fine today. But, why bother eating something if you can't even taste it, right?<br /> Whether or not I'm going to school tomorrow, was the main focus between me and Davin, & we both had different perspectives. His perspective was that I should stay home because it's for my own good. "Can't you hear yourself? Your sick." Plus, he thinks it's a "stupid" idea that I go to school feeling like this. I can't disagree with that, because staying home and resting does sound like the most reasonable choice, which I think many would choose, but I just have to pass. I for one, <span style="font-style: italic;">don'</span>t want to miss out on my classes, and come a couple of days later, having to catch up on what I've missed. Plus, there will be a review session for my Business pathway core class tomorrow, so I definitely would hate to miss it.<br /> Meanwhile, I am beginning to prepare Kleenex tissues for tomorrow while I am doing this post. I think that if I don't secure and put them away now, I'll use them all up tonight. But, I wonder if I am preparing enough tissue?<br /> Aside from me being sick, I have been reading New Moon most of the day. And I managed to get out of the house to go to the nearby shopping center, (because I was bored at home). I don't think it was a good idea, though, to go out wearing shorts and a shirt with no jacket on, while at this health. I didn't expect to buy anything, but I couldn't help but to bye brownie mix with a sale sign below it. But as tempting as brownies sound right now, I just have to save it 'till I'll be all better.april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923854933927117822.post-72031774356376862652009-02-22T18:43:00.000-08:002009-02-22T20:39:12.644-08:00"It Gets Harder Everyday."So the sun didn't completly shine today. Just when I thought things were settled, we fall right back into our bad habit of arguing. I'm getting sick of it. I'm getting sick of being sick. Nobody said it would be easy, nor did I expect things to be. The least I can do now is to be "be patient" because "love is patient." And, I have to quit being pessimistic because it's not doing me any good.<br /><br />& When it gets hard, why not go shopping to get your mind off of things? Well, that's exactly what I did today. Independently, I went thrift shopping. This is not the first time I have independently went out to go shopping. Infact, it is the third time. It might not seem much, but think about it, noone wants to ride the bus alone to go to the mall. Most likely, people would call up a friend to tag along. No, this was not just the 5 minute-walk-down-the street-to-the-shopping-center; (I live right up the street from a shopping center) This was ride-the-bus-to-and-from-the-clothing-store-all-by-myself thing. The farthest I have went to by myself was to Ala Moana. It would be so independent of me if I ride the bus to and from Pearlridge. I don't think I'm ready for that yet.<br /><br />I'd say that shopping does release your mind from thinking about problems your dealing with, although it isn't 100% curable. I also tried eating my mind away, but that doesn't help because I quickly get full.<br /><br />Now, my alarm has been ringing. I have just missed 7 minutes of the Acadaemy Awards. Idk why, but I like watching award shows. Atleast, I have something to do, while boyfriend is out again. One day, I'm going to get so use to it, that I won't have to feel so pitty 'bout myself. ;)april,http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267964096521524208noreply@blogger.com0