<?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-1495144479644896167</id><updated>2011-09-04T03:45:17.080-07:00</updated><category term='Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann'/><category term='Melvin'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='free'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='Woozy'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='Baskin Robins'/><category term='art'/><category term='life and death'/><category term='Rony'/><category term='nerd'/><category term='hair'/><category term='FML'/><category term='trebuchet'/><category term='순대'/><category term='test'/><category term='ramen'/><category term='homework'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='portfolio'/><category term='Joo Ji Hoon'/><category term='Joscelyn'/><category term='roach'/><category term='new computer'/><category term='Nico'/><category term='Mrs. Harner'/><category term='American Eagle'/><category term='tarot'/><category term='Cranes'/><category term='sun'/><category term='hectic'/><category term='SourPunchStraws'/><category term='LA High'/><category term='Senior Night'/><category term='Lesmi'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='Spanish'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='Jesse'/><category term='Stephanie'/><category term='Jang Geun Suk'/><category term='Mother`s day'/><category term='Sophia'/><category term='AP Art'/><category term='SAT'/><category term='Corndog'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='ant'/><category term='SeongSoo'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='Peter'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Pizza'/><category term='God'/><category term='Eric'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Sunny'/><category term='party'/><category term='alone'/><category term='school'/><category term='AP English'/><category term='Whoppers'/><category term='Slater'/><category term='AF'/><category term='time'/><category term='misa'/><category term='craving'/><category term='expressions'/><category term='church'/><category term='Jerk'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Notebook'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='SourPatch'/><category term='Hairspray'/><category term='Carlos'/><category term='JollyRancher'/><category term='movie marathon'/><category term='fear'/><category term='love'/><category term='headache'/><category term='candy'/><category term='creeper'/><category term='Hello Kitty'/><category term='Sadies'/><title type='text'>smile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2990944049649106543</id><published>2010-12-07T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:35:24.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas list</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Clothes&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;div&gt;-Black zip-up sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pattern tights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cotton, polyester sweater (argyle, anchor/bowtie pattern, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-high waist skirt, shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ankle high socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-knitted mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-circle scarf (black or gray)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfume:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Daisy by Marc Jacobs. Back&amp;amp;gold bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Headphones:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=80&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=15574130&amp;amp;parentid=APARTMENT_MUSIC&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority&amp;amp;navCount=9&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=APARTMENT_MUSIC&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT&amp;amp;prepushId=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;isSoldOut="&gt;Panasonic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accessories:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mustache wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-small crossbody bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-canvas backpack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rings (*coiled snake, or any other animal, or any unique ones. If metal, no color changing please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-thin belts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cat eye shades or frames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pin-on bowtie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guitar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Capo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-guitar strap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genre: mystery, horror, or suspense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Copic sketch markers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72 color set C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-M.Grahm artist's watercolor paint (tubes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camera:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fujifilm instax mini film (preferably 100)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kodak Max 400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift cards:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Forever21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Harry Potter DVDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Goong set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Disney Collection DVDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Studio Ghibli collection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2990944049649106543?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2990944049649106543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2990944049649106543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2990944049649106543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2990944049649106543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas list'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-3483454962800593135</id><published>2010-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:39:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moved on.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I`ve moved on to tumblr for those of you who didn`t know.&lt;br /&gt;http://blessakim.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might come by sometimes because I like this layout, lolol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-3483454962800593135?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/3483454962800593135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=3483454962800593135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3483454962800593135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3483454962800593135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/08/moved-on.html' title='moved on.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4584156960830105992</id><published>2010-05-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:10:16.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S-hJzP2oh9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gPIJQMnoDbU/s1600/tiniermerandom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S-hJzP2oh9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gPIJQMnoDbU/s200/tiniermerandom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469702892219303890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven`t been here for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click the image for full-view)&lt;br /&gt;This drawing was a patience testtttt. And I failed itttttttttt. BAAAAAWW ; A;. I`m so slow at drawing digitally. I spent four hours on this. I was about to snap towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;But I`m happy about how it turned out (:&lt;br /&gt;This is based off of the TinierMe Sweets Paradise gacha. The outfits were so cute I couldn`t help myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need to practice drawing chibis D;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a lot of things on my mind these days.&lt;br /&gt;First, I NEED TO FIND A JOB. There is an adorable clothes shop about 4 blocks away from my home and I have fallen in love with it. They ship from overseas so the clothes are pretty pricey. I`m actually losing sleep over that. Wth is wrong with me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I need to get MooMoo to a vet. I`m such a horrible pet owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I need to get some art done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short entry but I don`t really have anything to say because nothing`s been really happening since I`m a bum now HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kaybye.&lt;br /&gt;*blessakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S-hLZ5nkuZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Nh-l2iG1A8s/s1600/smile247blessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S-hLZ5nkuZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Nh-l2iG1A8s/s200/smile247blessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469704655777085842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this sweatershirt thing @ Victoria`s Secret. It was about $50 but omg I thought it was too cute to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I bought my momma panties for her mother`s day gift.&lt;br /&gt;That plus this granted me a free UMBRELLAAAAA, bahahaha. And it`s really sturdy, too. It`s even umbrella-flip proof. It`s such a huge difference from all the one dollar umbrellas that we`ve been using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-4584156960830105992?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4584156960830105992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4584156960830105992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4584156960830105992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4584156960830105992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/05/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S-hJzP2oh9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gPIJQMnoDbU/s72-c/tiniermerandom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-7449575188104632299</id><published>2010-03-28T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:46:03.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicines for all bad feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S7AzBc6mvPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hqAKJn9yuN8/s1600/medicine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S7AzBc6mvPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hqAKJn9yuN8/s200/medicine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453915248780557554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (click for full view)&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for some cute phone wallpapers and I saw this one that had all these bad feelings like loneliness, jealousy, anger, etc &amp;amp; "medicines" that you can eat when you feel  those things that can make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like what the, that makes no sense, but I don`t know, if you kind of force it to make sense, it seems pretty reasonable, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I drew this in my sketchbook. Sketched with pencil, linearted with Copic Multiliner 0.1, and then colored with Copics.&lt;br /&gt;I messed up Medicine 2. I was drawing it during art class and the kids in my table were talking so much &amp;amp; were being really loud so I couldn`t really focus. I drew a guy for once for Medicine 2 but I totally failed the proportions &amp;amp; foreshortening, ffffff. So I won`t upload that one.&lt;br /&gt;But Medicine 2 is : 미련이 남을땐 과자 (When you`re still in love [with someone who isn`t beside you anymore, probably because of a break up], chips.)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the grammar doesn`t make sense, but it`s a literal translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Rachel`s church the past two days. Saturday for praise night &amp;amp; today for Sunday worship. It`s a really nice church :] I think I`m going to go there every other week when my mom is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s finally spring break and I`m pretty happy. I just wish we didn`t have ANYYYYY homework to do, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it`s really hard for me to bring myself to like someone who`s pretty annoying. But I can`t really tell anyone because other people don`t think she`s that annoying. Argh. I think it`s just me because I`m so sensitive. I wish I could get along with her and have fun with her like everyone else seems to doing, but it`s so hard.  Everything about her just doesn`t appeal to me as someone I`d get along with. And I`m pretty sure I`m obviously showing it but I think I`m getting her confused because once in a while I`ll actually be nice to her and then when she annoys the shit out of me again, I turn into a bitch. Argh, this is SO hard and it really hurts me because I KNOW I`m being a bitch to her and she`s a really  nice person. And I`m also hurt that I can`t be such a great person. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with that out of my head &amp;amp; into words,&lt;br /&gt;it`s spring break :]&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee. I`m very happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of plans this week. I have to help Ale` &amp;amp; his MESA group, see a few of my friends, go to special early dawn service every single frickin` morning, work on gov project, AND I MUST GO SHOPPING. For a shopaholic to not go shopping in the longest time is the hardest withdrawal. Efff, I`m dying right now. Every little bit of fabric that I see is making me go insane. Every article of clothing looks so pretty &amp;amp; cute right now. Someone help meee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo is acting cuter and more annoying day by day. I don`t know how the hell to feel about her. But of course, love is the number one feeling towards her :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m gaining texting buddies :]] Now my unlimited text plan isn`t a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I`m tired. &amp;amp; my nose is itchy. So I`m going to sleep before I pick my nose until it bleeds (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;----------------------misablesskim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-7449575188104632299?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/7449575188104632299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=7449575188104632299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7449575188104632299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7449575188104632299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/03/medicines-for-all-bad-feelings.html' title='Medicines for all bad feelings'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S7AzBc6mvPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hqAKJn9yuN8/s72-c/medicine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5083957844809984982</id><published>2010-02-21T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:13:37.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed skating</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHTTTTTTTTTTT, 1ST &amp;amp; 2ND !&lt;br /&gt;In yo` face, OHNO.&lt;br /&gt;(Still, you made me interested in this sport, so props to you.)&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that JungSu, HoSuk, &amp;amp; Celski are cute. BAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got white nailpolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S4DuUtyuFWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/um5HnY2l1Rw/s1600-h/zebraprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S4DuUtyuFWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/um5HnY2l1Rw/s200/zebraprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440610389520684386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did a zebra print on my nails, lmao. I freaking love it. (click to see bigger image, but my camera sucks so it`s still blurry)&lt;br /&gt;That`s my left hand. My right hand is white on black, but my mom did that side for me &amp;amp; it doesn`t really look good. All the lines she made are all the same width so it looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I remembered all the music I used to listen to back in the day &amp;amp; downloaded all of that. I LOVE TONY AN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that Skoolooks was his brand of uniform. I just knew BigBang modeled &amp;amp; did whole bunch of CF`s for them. They`re pretty cute uniforms, too, except that yellow &amp;amp; navy blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Lollipop2. The Big Bang 2, not f(x) Lollipop--I hated that version DX&lt;br /&gt;G-Dragon`s smiley shirt &amp;amp; gloves are adorable. I want a set.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new sweatershirt thing. It`s designed to look like a hoodie, but it`s really thin. &amp;amp; IT`S MICKEY MOUSEEE (: Or, wannabe. Still cute. The hood is too small though ): My head looks ginormous when I put it over my head ; A;. Still, I like it a lot :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eff, Bou is coming tomorrow--er, today. Hnnnnng. I keep thinking today is Saturday, but it`s technically Sunday. :/ I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... I`m too late for AX tables. $150, and they go out fastttt. &amp;amp; I just found out about this NOW. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH. ; A; effemel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&amp;amp;I together, it just feels alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think Park Bom is my favorite 2NE1 member. I really like CL too, but I want to strive towards Bom`s voice. Gahh, she`s so amazing. My mom acknowledges her &amp;amp; it`s REALLY hard for her to accept modern musicians.&lt;br /&gt;I`m really not liking SNSD as time goes by :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo understands what "BAP" means now. LOL. She was sleeping soundly on my lap and I looked at the time. I realized I didn`t feed her for a long time so I said, "MooMoo, you want bap?" And she suddenly woke up &amp;amp; meowed loudly. She`s so cute, except I wish she would stop causing so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It goes L-O-LL-I-P-O-P.&lt;br /&gt;But Cinderella, 그댄 빛나는 L.E.D 구둘 신어버린 롤리델라&lt;br /&gt;My 롤리델라 눈부신 like here we go, party like its your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------LollidellaBlessa ♥ T.O.P.&lt;br /&gt;It`s past 12 &amp;amp; the ball`s done. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V pictureofT.O.P.&lt;br /&gt;There are extra buttons that look like nipples. I saw it from the thumbnail and I was like whattheheck LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know where I`ve seen that hairstyle. IT`S DEMYX LMAO.&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/1495144479644896167-5083957844809984982?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/5083957844809984982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=5083957844809984982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5083957844809984982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5083957844809984982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/02/speed-skating.html' title='Speed skating'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S4DuUtyuFWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/um5HnY2l1Rw/s72-c/zebraprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-3834242454373286538</id><published>2010-02-18T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:04:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired.</title><content type='html'>But I`m not sleeping. :/ Don`t feel like it. Surprising, I know, that the biggest lover of sleep is deciding not to sleep. But I should sleep soon because MooMoo should sleep in the dark, not with lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seoulbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/top_bigbang_20090613_seoulbeats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 362px;" src="http://seoulbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/top_bigbang_20090613_seoulbeats2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to fullview)&lt;br /&gt;I think that color`s starting to be one of my favorites. Not because TOP`s workin` it so well, but I use it a lot in coloring digitally. I used to go on CelestialValkyrie`s livestream a lot &amp;amp; I noticed that she uses a looot of that color too. At first, I was like, that`s an awfully bright color to shade with, but after the KevinxVesta picture I did, I started getting a little attatched :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; TOP just made me like it even more, bahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to eat something expensive &amp;amp; good. I`m getting sick of eating the same soup with the same side dishes. But I`m not really sure what it is I want to eat. I want something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I`m craving dango. Puahahaha. But I can`t eat too much of that because that gets really tiring after like the fourth stick. Still really good, though.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to cafe village again &amp;amp; get peach iced tea again. I wish my cousin were here so we can go &amp;amp; get it together at like seven in the evening after some hardcore shopping. Maaan, those were some fun days. I want to go shopping again like that but I have no one to go with, except my mom. &amp;amp; she`s no fun, asdfghjkl. I eye something but I can never buy it. I always end up window shopping when I`m with her &amp;amp; come back home with all these items spinning around in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I think that`s where I get all the ideas for clothes on my drawings.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I draw ME when I`m drawing. I draw girls with :&lt;br /&gt;`my hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;`my clothes&lt;br /&gt;`hair I`d like to have again (long)&lt;br /&gt;`clothes I wish I had bought&lt;br /&gt;`clothes I wish to make one day&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that`s the case with many artists. It`s just a lot easier to draw when you`re thinking about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get my nails done, except it doesn`t really suit my image. Plus, my nails are in horrible health &amp;amp; it would be ruined in a day. My nails might even snap off in half. :C&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m kind of thinking of the next camera I should get. A Nikon/Canon DSLR or a Fujifilm instant film camera. This is a stupid dilemma, but I always wanted an instant film camera--a pretty one, not the ghetto, bulky Polaroid one my dad has.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job &amp;amp; save up for a car and a camera. RESIST THE TEMPTATION TO SHOP. It`s going to be the biggest challenge of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can`t play it, but I`m really excited for FFXIII. It looks so bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Lightning &amp;amp; Noctis look so amazing. The Eidolons look crazy boss, too. Denggg, they get so creative game after game I wish I could see FFfifty-something.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn`t like FFXII :/ I don`t know why. Maybe it`s because I kept dying to normal monsters, lmao. I`m so n00b.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Kingdom Hearts addiction--again. Isaac let me borrow his KHII bc AaronLee f`d up mine. I`ve been zooming through it, except the cave part in Winnie the Pooh. FFFFF-- I used to think Winnie the Pooh was the cutest thing in the world, but now, Tigger just annoys the heck out of me. He never listens &amp;amp; always does before thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t think I can hold off sleep any longerrrr. Except I`m feeling more awake than when I started this post. Hm. Still, today was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was in a minor car crash. There`s a lot more things on my mind than that car crash that it`s so easily overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I`m still trying to discover myself.&lt;br /&gt;---------------BLE$$A*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-3834242454373286538?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/3834242454373286538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=3834242454373286538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3834242454373286538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3834242454373286538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tired.html' title='So tired.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4543093506283598153</id><published>2010-02-11T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:05:16.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to Copy Me</title><content type='html'>***Hey, why the hell did you glare at me after I said something to you ? Sophia told you I went there to kick your ass. You thought I wouldn`t do anything ? Don`t think I`m full of words, yeah ? Stephanie said you were kinda mad. What the hell. Suck it up, you did something wrong to my friend. You better say sorry to her again.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to copy me. Addicting song. But I don`t like replaying it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don`t have 1st period anymore. It`s been really chill for me except the part where I have to be really conscious of time to get to 2nd on time. Still, I have like an hour in the morning to do whatever I want to do &amp;amp; I have less time I stare at a textbook blankly. Puahahahahaa, I`m free. &amp;amp; I`m lovin` it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new earphones ! My Sony ones lasted a pretty long time, the longest so far. But the left side stopped working yesterday so I went to Plaza to buy new ones. Holy snap, I got really cute ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TBeRTYAcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2jatHtm_wRY/s1600-h/SDC12597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TBeRTYAcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2jatHtm_wRY/s200/SDC12597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183375927935426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TBkiZY9wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uQ1DKgzmMW8/s1600-h/SDC12598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TBkiZY9wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uQ1DKgzmMW8/s200/SDC12598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183483595781890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mad cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;There were yellow &amp;amp; black bees, but I thought about it &amp;amp; I felt like if they were dangling from my shirt collar &amp;amp; I saw it through peripheral vision, I would think they were real bees and freak the hell out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;The ladybug &amp;amp; panda ones were ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my earholes are really small. I had to change the size to the smallest one because the medium wouldn`t fit in my earhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m going to miss Steph`s birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;EFF.EM.EL.&lt;br /&gt;Tryna get my momma to change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TDo6xvxsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qCF8UQTeaN0/s1600-h/vesta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TDo6xvxsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qCF8UQTeaN0/s200/vesta1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185757883123394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TDtqmRxDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ycosbqwwmQQ/s1600-h/kevin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TDtqmRxDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ycosbqwwmQQ/s200/kevin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185839439397938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working on this for someone :] It`s a surprise, so I can tell after but not now.&lt;br /&gt;Too adorable, him&amp;amp;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make my blogspot into an art blog, but I have too many things I want to say. And I don`t do much digital art. All I do are doodles. Art blog fail, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo is being such a rebel. She is going through the garbage &amp;amp; climbing up the dining table when she thinks we`re asleep. She won`t understandddd when I give her mock showers. FFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start my hw that will not be collected late.&lt;br /&gt;----------*BLESSA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-4543093506283598153?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4543093506283598153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4543093506283598153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4543093506283598153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4543093506283598153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/02/try-to-copy-me.html' title='Try to Copy Me'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S3TBeRTYAcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2jatHtm_wRY/s72-c/SDC12597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6439514148877785639</id><published>2010-02-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:12:03.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances</title><content type='html'>Exams are over :]&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were kinda over for me since Thursday. Wednesday was Stat &amp;amp; Econ which was a hell day. But Thursday was EnglishLAN &amp;amp; Auto, very chill day. But Fridayyyy, oh man, Friday was the best day, but boring too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was pretty boring. Almost died of boredom &amp;amp; automech for 2 hours, doing nothing. And then I was @ Big Time with Yvette, Mike, &amp;amp; Dawn, and I missed my bus. I was freaking sick but I walked all the way to the Red Line &amp;amp; took the subway. Hyewon rode with me. But Sophia bought Mr. Pizza Factory for us :] It was maddd good. Haven`t had it for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday`s finals were periods 3 &amp;amp; 6. My third is Painting &amp;amp; sixth is TA for AP calculus. I didn`t do shittttt.&lt;style="cursor: src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S25vL1BZVSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1tHGDnNlouA/s200/mrskc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435404049284945186" border="0"&gt; But, it was Mrs. K.C.`s last day because she`s having a babyyyy ! She gave us a week or two to do our final project, but it`s a 2point perspective project &amp;amp; because I`m not very creative, I put it off until the last freaking day. We HAD to draw a box under the horizon line. I was initially thinking of like a girl in perspective, sitting on a desk, holding a box of chocolates or something &amp;amp; have it say will you be mine or something. But then I just drew a horizon line &amp;amp; a box to get myself started because that was a crappy idea. I was going to then draw me inside the box holding a heart or something with the same message, because we were able to make these into cards if we wanted to. But then I realized it was Mrs. K.C.`s last day, so I drew HER with a baby &amp;amp; wrote BABY GIRL on the sides of the box. And I drew lines coming out of the perspective lines because I wanted everyone to sign it but have the technical thing with the perspective that I was going to be graded on.&lt;br /&gt;I sketched, outlined, passed it around, had everyone sign, keep it a secret, and color penciled &amp;amp; watercolored it all in 2 hours. I`m kind of proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="cursor:&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S25w3k0oDUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JMHY0d_uAlY/s1600-h/mrskc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S25w3k0oDUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JMHY0d_uAlY/s200/mrskc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435405900362288450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style="cursor: src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S25vL1BZVSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1tHGDnNlouA/s200/mrskc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435404049284945186" border="0"&gt;[Dumb blogspot, it resizes pictures like Xanga does. Asdfghjkl. LET MEEEE BE THE ONE TO FREAKING RESIZE.]&lt;br /&gt;Well, she liked it a lot &amp;amp; she even cried. I really like her ; A; &amp;amp; I`m really going to miss her, asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in 6th period, I needed to EAT. I was so hungry. All I had that day was a banana &amp;amp; an orange. Well, the entire week, all I had since I woke up to when I got back home was a banana. Plus, I needed to pee really badly. And I needed to sleep but I was afraid that I would pee while I slept because I needed to go THATTT BAD. So I drew out into little comics how much I needed to go. And 2 hours passed by like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. DAWN`S BIRTHDAY THING WAS SO FUN. I felt so good after I went to karaoke. I haven`t been there in suchhh a long time. I used to go every day after I ended school @ LA High. It made me feel better. I didn`t feel as sick as I did. It was so much fun. We were around my neighborhood so whenever we passed by my street or something, I`d be like "THAT`S WHERE I LIVE, 저기저기저기저기저기" really fast. &amp;amp; Dawn was tryna mimic me &amp;amp; said "요기요기요기요기요기" when we were going to O-De-San &amp;amp; got her mom confused. HAHA. I didn`t eat as much as I thought I would @ unlimited. I wanted to eat more but I started stuffing myself with salad because I`d get constipated if I ate too much meat.&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot of games when we got to Dawn`s pad. :] I liked playing the games. Puahahaha. It was such a hype time. I never played like that when I was @ a gathering with my other friends. We usually just watch TV or something. IT WAS SO FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. I def want to do it again ROFL. &amp;amp; I`m really going to cherish Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Berry pees a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll upload pictures of Friday as soon as I`m done editing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances.&lt;br /&gt;It`s funny how we ask for second chances and when we get them, we totally forget about how we`re supposed to have changed for this second chance.&lt;br /&gt;I`m pretty sure it was at a retreat. I begged God for forgiveness because I wasn`t able to change my dad into a Christian. And I begged for a second chance and that this time I would work for Him.&lt;br /&gt;When he showed up @ Wilshire &amp;amp; took me completely by surprise, God was looking at my response. I was a bitch. I totally forgot about my second chance &amp;amp; hated God for bringing him to me this way again. But the more I spent time with him, I realized that he was human too. There was a reason for him acting this way because he`s not a bad person. Something really changed in me.&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn`t realize what I had to do. And then he was gone. I felt a mixture of relief and pain.&lt;br /&gt;I still don`t know what to feel. Asdfghjkl. It really hurts me a lot that I feel this mixture when what I want to feel is only love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my second chance was gone at early morning service @ church in the beginning of the year. I was praying really hard for the first time in a very long time &amp;amp; I was even crying. And I started saying, "Please, give me another chance." There was this deja vu thing I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I started begging for forgiveness again. I couldn`t even ask for another second chance. I`d blow that one right away, too. I`m not ready. This mixture of feelings might fall too quickly to the side I just left. Right when he enters my life again, I might feel anger again. So I just prayed that someone stronger than I am will save him &amp;amp; that it would happen very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, please help. I`ll be praying for your steadfastness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very long post.&lt;br /&gt;I DON`T HAVE 1ST PERIOD STARTING MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;-----*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="cursor:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6439514148877785639?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6439514148877785639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6439514148877785639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6439514148877785639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6439514148877785639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-chances.html' title='Second chances'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S25w3k0oDUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JMHY0d_uAlY/s72-c/mrskc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1187066102391431210</id><published>2010-01-31T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:38:08.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity crisis</title><content type='html'>김미사&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was 아름다운 미, 생각 사. But actually, my dad named me that &amp;amp; he always gives me different characters for 사. My mom`s the one who gave me the 생각 사. But on someone`s grave on my mother's side, I always forget who -shot-, there`s a list of his descendants on his gravestone. And there, my dad gave me 士, meaning a gentleman, classical scholar. And I flipped out because of the "gentleman" definition. LOL. And whenever he sends me letters, he uses some other 사. I`m making a big deal out of something small. I just want something definite given to me, though I used to want freedom about my name (who doesn`t).&lt;br /&gt;My mom suggested 실 사 because thread is very, very important. A thread can mean the beginning of something and it also makes beautiful clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I`ll stick with 생각 사.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s just impossible to ooVoo with Sophia. She`s got some WHACK internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs187.snc3/19458_319525043227_797128227_4967791_1047274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 249px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs187.snc3/19458_319525043227_797128227_4967791_1047274_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I camwhored a lot. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blasting Beatles &amp;amp; Billy Joel &amp;amp; some Rolling Stones for my mom when she got back home. I don`t know a lot of oldies, but I know enough. Hahahaha. &amp;amp; I know songs by the melody, so don`t ask me by title &amp;amp; singer @__@.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun singing along with her, even though most of the time she sings, lalalalala, since she doesn`t know the lyrics, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINEEE, A YELLOW SUBMARINEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;When a put 2 lines of "Piano Man" by Billy Joel, two people liked it. People should take a break from modern music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair again. I thought it looked ridic, but my mom was like OMG, HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess it looks okay. :/&lt;br /&gt;The back is all short &amp;amp; the front`s all long. ROFL. I should cut the front , too, but I`m kinda too lazy to do it &amp;amp; then clean up all my hair. Asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;I`m tired. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------beautifulthought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1187066102391431210?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1187066102391431210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1187066102391431210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1187066102391431210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1187066102391431210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity crisis'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1614556666725433587</id><published>2010-01-30T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:18:17.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood up--again</title><content type='html'>Who else would it be ? I think I`ve written about this happening to me before by the same person :/ I`m used to it now so whatev`s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my webcam fixed. I was trippin` out so bad but I clicked "reset settings" or something like that and it started working again. I looked over all the settings and I coudln`t find a difference. -___-. At least it`s working. I was about to uninstall everything but realized I couldn`t do that because I couldn`t find my driver CD ; A; And Logitech doesn`t even have my webcam model &amp; driver listed anymore, wtfffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I`m so tired. SOOOO TIRED. I sleep, I wake up tired, I get kinda active to wake myself up, &amp; then I do kinda wake up, but if I`m active for so long or do a lot of physical activity (like lifting tires), I get so tired again. I want nap times.&lt;br /&gt;Auto mech finals were yesterday. We had to randomly choose a number, and each number was a different station. NUMBER2 WAS HARDEST &amp; LONGEST. But I chose number 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I passed it. No, I did pass it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I really like reading. I LOVEEE reading. But I just hate it when it`s for school -___-. And I like reading stuff I choose. Like Stephen King. I`m reading his Death Zone and it`s really interesting. I was @ Borders with my mom last time and I wanted to read mystery stuff (I was so into CSI stuff), but I came across Stephen King. And he`s famous and all, but my mom said his books gave her nightmares for the longest time so I decided not to read it until that one time @ Borders. But I didn`t really know what his most famous book was, so I just randomly picked a book with a not-so-scary cover. My ma makes me so paranoid about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But, IT`S FUN. It freaks me out when I`m home alone &amp; reading, but it`s not like nightmare scary.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I`m still sad Michael Chrichton is dead. ASDFGHJKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a manga today, it has a Japanese title so I don`t remember it. But it was by Kaori, but if I search for Kaori, Yuki Kaori shows up &amp; they`re not the same person. Anyways, her drawings were really pretty. She had fashion proportions &amp; I liked the outfits she drew. The storyline was OMGSHOUJO and had whiny female characters, blah blah. Still, the drawings were pretty :] I can stand dumb storylines as long as I can learn something from the drawings.&lt;br /&gt;Ai Yazawa`s still my number one, though. I learned so much from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURARARA!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had time to watch it. I want to watch it nowww because it`s still @ the beginning and I`m worried that I`m going to end up with whole bunch of episodes to watch at once later on. I still haven`t finished Code Geass. FFFFFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clazziquai always amazes me ; U;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of poop last night &amp; I touched it &amp; it wasn`t dirty at all. Supposedly, that`s a REALLY good dream. I told my mom over the phone when I woke up &amp; she was like OMG SOMETHING GOOD IS GOING TO HAPPEN. When people talk about pig &amp; poop dreams, I was like wth, that`s some random as hell dreams. BUT I DREAMED OF POOP LOL. I would describe it, but I don`t want to gross anyone out ROFL ! I hope something good happens,though.&lt;br /&gt;Poop dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Isaac`s right. I`m dirty. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m tired. Maybe I`ll edit later onnn.&lt;br /&gt;STAYGOODLOOKIN`&lt;br /&gt;----------MISA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1614556666725433587?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1614556666725433587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1614556666725433587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1614556666725433587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1614556666725433587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/stood-up-again.html' title='Stood up--again'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2593690640815677957</id><published>2010-01-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:33:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved.</title><content type='html'>I slept in my room last night with the window open and I woke up sick.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring day for me, though. Except, I saw hail for the first time in my life. I was sleeping deeply, but I woke up because the sound of it falling on the next house's roof was so loud. It was very pretty and I was tempted to run outside but I was scared that it`d hurt. And, I was cold.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day. I drew a lot. :]&lt;br /&gt;I should get started on making clothes, too, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s thinking of redecorating AGAIN. Last time we redecorated, we spent 2 days rearranging stuff and I was moving all the heavy stuff &amp;amp; cleaning DX. But my mom &amp;amp; her friend went to go buy this antique showcase kind of thing (not that we have any antiques, my mom`s just obsessed with furniture) and her friend rearranged all the stuff my mom bosses me around to do and it ended up looking just like before. Asdfghjkl. But now, my mom wants to make an art gallery on the walls @__@. It`s a tiny living space, I don`t even see any wall here. But, she`s determined. So I have to work up creative stuff that looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m really happy I fought for painting class &amp;amp; got it. When I went to art school over the summer, I realized that I wasn`t creative at all. All my ideas are so cliche and overdone. But, idk, painting`s really helping me to use more of my brain to think of designs &amp;amp; signature symbols that define my works as me (Did that make sense?). I`m really surprised at how different my style is becoming and how much easier it is for me to think of ideas. I used to hate painting. It was such a hassle to get water, paper towels, brushes, water bowls, paints, etcetcetcetc. It still is... and I try to hold it off until like the last day, but once I open up that case of watercolors Goun un`e lent me, it`s so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, painting`s a total opposite from math (see last post, asdfghjkl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a whole bunch of like white Vans &amp;amp; Chucks to customize. I want to practice &amp;amp; get really good so I can start doing commissions :] And, it`d be fun to see people wear my art. Like Bobsmade. I think he`s my favorite shoe &amp;amp; headphone customizing artist. His contemporary style is amazing. It`s the kind of style I want to accomplish, but it`s far beyond me &gt;____&lt;. He inspired me to paint my shoes, LOL. BUT I FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;Here, &lt;a href="http://bobsmade.deviantart.com/"&gt;bobsmade gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see his gallery :] It`s amazing, asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last time, when my mom`s friend gave us all her stuff because she was moving, ... she really gave us a LOT of stuff. We have like 10+ ceramic bowls, like 4856910845134+ chopsticks &amp;amp; spoons, bags, and clothes. My mom was going to throw out most of the clothes, but I saw this pink button-up shirt she was about to throw away &amp;amp; I STOPPED HER, YESSSS ! It`s pretty :] &amp;amp; I`m not ashamed to say that it belonged to a 60+yr old woman. It`s pretty. I like the color, dahaha. The rest of the clothes... looks like old women clothes, so we`re throwing those away. We`re using the bowls, cuhs they`re kinda cute, better than the ones my mom picked out at Kim`s convenience store -___-. But the chopsticks &amp;amp; spoons...........;; we should throw them out pretty soon. LOL. There are so much of them, but my cousin already bought us a set (that I chose out, decorated with sunflowers) when she was here in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNFLOWERS. LOL. I don`t know if sunflowers are my favorite or if it`s still cosmos. Gah, last time, my mom planted cosmos in the wrong season because there were assorted seeds in the pack &amp;amp; the cosmos just grew and grew and grew but didn`t bloom. It was very ugly. It finally grew almost to my height but when it was raining hard in October, it broke. And all the little kids in the apartment were pulling off the blossoms so I never even saw its petals ; A;. DARN KIDS. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but I`m so affectionate towards my mom now. I call her for no reason at all and just say "I love you" at the most random times. It`s so sudden. Just in December, I couldn`t say "I love you." It took a lot for me to say it. But it just pops out now. We`re so much closer now. And I`m soooo happy about it. We play cards, hwatoo, gonggi, and watch TV together, etcetc. We even have tickle fights &gt; w&lt;. And sometimes, we send mixed messages, saying "I HATE YOU" and then "I love you." Puahaha. And I purposely fart in the blankets while she`s sleeping and laugh my ass off when she wakes up because of the smell. HAHA. My mommy`s my best friend :] I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;A STRANGER IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR ASDFGHJKL. Dumbly, I made so much noise going to the door to see who it is through the little hole, so he knew I was inside, but I didn`t open. And he`s just keeeeep knocking. And MooMoo keeeeeeeeps meowing. Asdfghjkl. I`m scared :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDFGHJKL, so, I just found that article on JooJiHoon partying &amp; making out with this random girl with horrible taste in clothes. I found it yesterday night. I thought my heart was breaking into tiny nonexistant pieces. ASDFGHJKL. JIHOON, YOU`RE A HEARTBREAKER. &amp; please don`t get high&amp;drunk anymore. You don`t come out well in pictures when you`re that way.&lt;br /&gt;I realized something about meeee. I like looking at pretty boys. Cuhs the`re pretty boys. And they`re pretty. LOL. But I`m really attracted to people like Kim SungSoo &amp; Joo JiHoon (though he`s kind of a pretty boy too) &amp; Bae SooBin--good-looking manly-looking men. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA. I don`t know what to say anymore. Hm. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think he`s gone now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to pee &gt; A&lt; Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;----------blessa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT. I FOUND A NEW FAVORITE DESIGNER. You might or might not have heard of him, but his name is Phillip Lim (Chinese Lim, not Korean Lim). CL wore one of his clothes, the formal looking white vest with gold lining. I looked him up, and I read something that made me start respecting him.&lt;br /&gt;"When asked if he viewed clothes as art he said that clothes are not art. He doesn’t think it’s right to be afraid of clothes. He wants his customers to wear his clothes, live in his clothes, laugh in his clothes, and cry in his clothes. What good is it if it only hangs in your closet. If you have to alter it, alter it!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Phillip believes that what you do with your clothes (how you wear it, and when/where you wear it) is totally up to you, and that’s the beauty of clothes."&lt;br /&gt;“If you love something wear it.” Phillip Lim&lt;br /&gt;"When asked about disposable clothing Phillip responded by saying clothes are like your friend. You purchase it, take care of it, and at the end of the day you don’t dispose of it. The notion of disposable clothes was a gross thought for him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m sure it`s all the correct answers for a designer to say in an interview, but it`s the first time I ever hear/read something like this from a designer, so he`s a new favorite I will admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I FUCKING LOVE HAAGEN-DAZS BUTTER PECAN. IT`S THE TASTE OF HEAVEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2593690640815677957?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2593690640815677957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2593690640815677957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2593690640815677957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2593690640815677957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/saved.html' title='Saved.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6084167083159757684</id><published>2010-01-21T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:08:38.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math.</title><content type='html'>I hate math with a PASSION. When I do try, I understand it for a while and then I forget again. And I have to keep reminding myself, but I can`t memorize all the shit I tried to learn. Then, when a test is in front of me, all my efforts were for nothing. I go blank and end up drawing on the test. -___-. I`m not even joking. I studied Stat @ C2 for 2 hours and came back home &amp;amp; studied it again in case I forgot and I stayed up until 2 to study. And then, when I saw the test, I recognized the problems because I did similar ones, but I can`t remember how to do shit. I might look like I don`t give a shit and like I`m doing nothing purposely, but when I come home, I try to read it and understand everything. This is what makes it so embarrassing. I`m really trying to do my best but I still fail. Fuck my life, man. Reminds me of that speech the principal made on the PA last time. "TRYING IS NOT ENOUGH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love math in like 3rd - 6th grade. I loved how there was only one answer and all you need to know is how to solve it. But I hate that now. I hate how there`s only one answer. I irritates me so much that I can`t even remember the steps to solving the stupid problem to get that one frickin` answer. And I don`t understand the teacher`s lectures. He says it like it`s the simplest thing in the world, but I don`t understand ittt. Omgggg, I hate how I`m so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that math is such a waste of time for me. I reeeally want to work on my art because it`s so undeveloped and immature looking. I suck at art sooooooo much and I want to spend all my time on it, but I don`t want to disappoint my mom by getting such low marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is slowly killing me. It`s killing my character. I thought I could do anything if I just focus on it with a good mind, but it`s not fuckin` working. This is dumb, but I feel like by this, my whole character`s going to end up being lazy and I`m just going to give up on shit before even trying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much. I want to cry. Asdfghjkl. Emokid.&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s going to beat me up when she gets my report card. She told me, "If you don`t get an A, you`re going to die." ASDFGHJKL. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;Omgg, you think I`m doing this on purpose? You think I WANTTTT this? Holyshit, no, I don`t. I want to be able to fuckin` understand this goddamn stuff so I can just forget about it and move on with my fucking life. WHAT ARE YOU, MATH, TO FUCKING TIE ME DOWN LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m going to cry. I can`t even explain how I`m feeling about this frickin` subject correctly. My Friday is going to be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this rain`s making me extra asdfghjkllkjhgfdsa.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I`m going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6084167083159757684?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6084167083159757684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6084167083159757684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6084167083159757684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6084167083159757684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/math.html' title='Math.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5987918707389950306</id><published>2010-01-20T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:24:44.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m very uncreative with blog titles.</title><content type='html'>I think I spend the most time thinking about that than what to write on my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a big waste of timeeee. Church was alright, Kristie brought her doggie :] But I didn't get to see/talk with her enough, like every other Sunday, because my mom's friend was going to take me back home.&lt;br /&gt;So, Stephanie told me to go to Wilshire &amp;amp; see her there. So I took the bus and got there reeeally early. It started getting cold and I waited for like 40minutes -__-. When the FINALLY came out, I kicked it with Sophia &amp;amp; Michelle and waited for Steph to come. But then when Michelle left, I was left with Sophia and Stephanie said she was going to come at 2 when her dad was coming home &amp;amp; giving her a ride there. ASDFGHJKL. Idk, Sophia`s wierd when we`re other people. I feel like she's ignoring me or something. &amp;amp; it`s strange because I feel that EVERY time. It used to bug me a lotttt before, but I guess I`m used to it now because I just decided to go home when she started acting like that again. Plus, it started raining pretty hard. I didn`t get to see Steph :C She came right when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the three-day weekend was alright. :] Spent it playing MapleStory, HAHA. But on Monday, my mom was staying home and we went to go see Avatar. I had to check up on her to see if she was falling asleep again, but I think this was the first time she didn`t. She HATED the movie, though. Kept complaining about it the entire day, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m so tired these days. I wish I didn`t take heavy naps the week right before school started. I NEED NAP TIME, SCHOOL. GIVE US THE KINDERGARTNERS` NAP TIME.&lt;br /&gt;They don`t sleeeeeeep. Except maybe like one per class. I never slept during nap time. I kept everyone around me awake, rofl. I thought I was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAITI. D:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to help in some way. :/ But the most I can do right now is send in donations that aren`t even much. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up like 30minutes later than usual. My mom was TRIPPIN`. So she called a cab for me &amp;amp; dumb taxi driver was trippin` out, too. It was like he never took the freeway anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asdfghjkl, my mom`s friend gave us SO MANY STUFF because she was moving. And I`m like WHYYY DID YOU ACCEPT ALL THAT. We were in the middle of redecorating &amp;amp; throwing out stuff we don`t need. But we`re going one step forward, FIVE steps back. The bags/purses she brought aren`t even that pretty. =___=. Fake LouisVuitton, too. But if you ever see me carrying it, SHHHHHH. But I prolly won`t. Cuhs it`s pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS RAINING SO MUCH TODAYYYYY. I had an umbrella but I still got wet. Please, someone, re-make the umbrella so that our feets don`t get wet. :C&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if London`s like this ALL THE TIME. I`d better get used to it. &amp;amp; buy a matching raincoatumbrellaboots outfit. I`ve alwaysss wanted one because all the white kids in NewYork were dressing like that and I thought it was so cute. But I never got my wish. Asdfghjkl. And I want a pretty trench coat. I KNEWWWWW that if I let go of that trench coat @ H&amp;amp;M last time I was going to regret it. And still, I let go of it. I`m an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT NOW, LOL. It was so pretty. I never saw a trench coat I thought was actually pretty like that one. Asdfghjkl. Whatever. In the past. Let me go make a better one for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. NEED. TO. START. FINISHING. CHRISTMAS. PRESENTS. OTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my painting now. Due tomorrow. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;---------BMLIESSASING.&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaa. ↑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, tell your mom "I love you." :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-5987918707389950306?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/5987918707389950306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=5987918707389950306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5987918707389950306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5987918707389950306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-very-uncreative-with-blog-titles.html' title='I`m very uncreative with blog titles.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1050629927812693343</id><published>2010-01-15T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:00:44.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back !</title><content type='html'>I haven`t updated in such a long time. A lot of stuff happened, but I have pretty bad memory (Sophia rubbing off on me), so I can`t remember a lot of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was winter break. I didn`t do much. Unlimited gogi with Elie&amp;amp;Hae&amp;amp;their friends (Smith is HILARIOUS), and then sleepover that day, kick it at Derek`s house the day after, go home, become braindead, get ggpwnd by Senior Pastor, go to retreat, make friends with Choi&amp;amp;John &amp;amp; get to know Kritie a bit better, end up spending Christmas alone again, but Stephanie comes over to spend it with me :), end up at church again Dec31-Jan1, spend first two weeks of January with my mommy&amp;amp;MooMoo. The last one was pure happiness. I have never been so happy before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new phone. I got the Samsung Comeback, but I want my pink LG phone fixed so I can use that as my main &amp;amp; use the comeback as my backup. I don`t like the Comback very much. :C At least the screen works, though. I dropped it like 4 times, today though. FFFF-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven`t been shopping at all during winter break :] I`m so proud of me, but I`m like going through withdrawal. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe so many people Christmas gifts. Elie, Hae, Steph, Yvette, Daniel, Amenda, Sophia... ; A; I should get started............................;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current art project in Painting right now is kinda fun. I thought I wasn`t very creative, but I kinda am ROFL. But I hope I can get more knowledgeable with different kinds of styles and get some more influences. I WANNA QUIT ANIMU. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom &amp;amp; I knocked out today. My mom slept first and I wanted to be with her, so I lay down next to her and I fall asleep too. It was a very good sleep. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had nap time at school. :C The second week of this month, we went to early morning prayer service &amp;amp; when I came back home, I had a long nap, but suddenly, my nap time is gone because of SCHOOL ASDFGHJKL. I want itttt~ Give it to meeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep now. But I`m not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;----------------MISAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1050629927812693343?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1050629927812693343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1050629927812693343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1050629927812693343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1050629927812693343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='Back !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-347595013270291584</id><published>2009-10-03T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:16:23.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m the one holding the pen to my life.</title><content type='html'>So quit telling me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don`t like it when people boss me around, though I boss others. :/ It`s usually like "PICK THAT UP" or "THROW THAT AWAY." But no one ever listens so... hahah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Yuana Kazumi. I love her art &amp;amp; stories, especially Million Tears &amp;amp; The Song of Dreams. I remember being so moved by those two stories. I don`t know, it made me think in a different way. Haha. Storm in Heaven doesn`t provide scans for HaruHana &amp;amp; Million tears anymore, cuhs it`s licensed ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannotttt wait for tomorrow. (: Full day with Steph &amp;amp; only Steph. Teehee ! I can never wait patiently for our dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdayyy, or today morning @ like 3, my mom pissed me off real bad. It was seriously THE stupidest fight ever. Wait, I don`t even know what the hell she was so mad about. I think it was because it was so late at night &amp;amp; I was drawing ? What the hell. &amp;amp; she accused me of being on the computer. Well, I was on the computer, but I wasn`t talking to anyone or using the Internet. I was just listening to my music reeeally quietly. BUT IT WAS OFF WHEN SHE BARGED INTO MY ROOM. ): Augh. She was yelling and everything so I just went into the bathroom so I could give her time to cool off. But she barges into the bathroom &amp;amp; says stuff like "WHEN YOUR COUSIN GETS HERE YOU`RE GOING TO COPY EVERYTHING SHE DOES, AREN`T YOU. YOU DO THAT A LOT. YOU COPY WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO. YOU GET ALL THESE BAD INFLUENCES AND YOU DO EXACTLY WHAT THEY'RE DOING." And then she brought up smoking &amp;amp; drinking. I was like "Woman, are you serious ?"&lt;br /&gt;I HATE being called unoriginal or told that I`m COPYING. And she knows that. I was SO angry. I didn`t say stupid shit that I`d regret, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was upset because it was her birthday yesterday &amp;amp; I didn`t do anything. But seriously, what the hell, I can`t follow the lunar calendar. What the hell. I did something for her on her birthday for the solar calendar. She was being all emo and shit about me not doing anything for her birthday. HAHA. I DIDN`T CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY FOR LIKE 10 YEARS. ALRIGHT ? Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she brought cake from church. It was expensive cake. Tasted horrible, though. I ate like 2 or 3 bites &amp;amp; just left it out on the table so I can take little bites when I pass by. Cuhs, y`know, it`s still cake, &amp;amp; I was craving cake. BUT MOOMOO gets on the table &amp;amp; licks every part of the fracking cake.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a shower for that. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;She`s so fluffy and clean now. I cuddled with her when I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, but like today @ 5am, she kept hogging MY PILLOW. She`d like claw my head so I`d move my head away &amp;amp; she`d have more space. Omggg. It was so annoying. So I went to the bed in the living room because there are like 4 pillows there &amp;amp; if she followed me, I thought she`d take one of those. BUT NO, SHE WANTS THE PILLOW WITH MY HEAD ON IT. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I didn`t sleep at all.  OTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cute when people ruffle my hair. Hoho ! -Philsbury laugh-&lt;br /&gt;----------meeeeeeesah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-347595013270291584?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/347595013270291584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=347595013270291584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/347595013270291584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/347595013270291584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-one-holding-pen-to-my-life.html' title='I`m the one holding the pen to my life.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-774114284627122848</id><published>2009-09-29T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:16:56.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect act</title><content type='html'>I have so much to think about these days. Maybe it`s a maturing thing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I can just cry until I don`t have any more tears left. But I don`t want to be weak. I love the mask I have on all the time. It makes everyone around me happy &amp;amp; that makes me happy. People say, "You have to talk about it and let it out cuhs that`s healthy." But I don`t like people worrying about me. I do talk to a few people about skeletal stuff &amp;amp; that`s enough for me to let out. I`m just thankful that they listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling independent.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to work on my front. Look happier.&lt;br /&gt;---------misa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-774114284627122848?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/774114284627122848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=774114284627122848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/774114284627122848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/774114284627122848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-act.html' title='The perfect act'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4309217963823502979</id><published>2009-09-28T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:09:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melancholy of Mi Sa Kim</title><content type='html'>Doesn`t sound as catchy as Suzumiya Haruhi. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been trying to stop getting attached to people. People come &amp;amp; go, &amp;amp; it seems as though I`m always the one getting hurt when someone drifts away. I`ve been tryna be Jeff these days, rofls ! He has my ideal lifestyle. But the before me was too trusting and clingy. I`m still kind of like that. &amp;amp; sometimes, I annoy myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from that, Stephanie &amp;amp; I have been spending lots of time together (: It`s so much fun with her even if we`re just watching TV or listening to different music. Haha, I love you, baby.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senioritis is so bad. My brain is STILL on vacation. I try to get myself to focus, but it doesn`t happen. &amp;amp; I think me having Spanish3 is a part of this. Augh. I REALLY don`t like that class &amp;amp; I`m about to beat something up until it looks like apple sauce. I need a major motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofls, Dawn, people touch my hair, too ! HAHA. But they don`t touch it all delicately like they do with yours. They ruffle my hair. Dahahaha, still, I feel cute when they do it ;u; LOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Saturday, this random black guy approached me @ 7-11 parking lot while I was with Steph &amp;amp; said "Hey, I really like your style, it`s funky. May I take a picture of you ?" I said yeah &amp;amp; covered half my face. Haha. I didn`t pose well though cuhs ... it was kind of a shock. Ahaha. I didn`t expect it at all. I bet I came out like whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading romance manga makes me sad. LOL. Everything is timed so perfectly. Wth am I saying, ahahaha. I need to shut up. &amp;amp; ELIE. YOU AND DEREK NEED TO FIND ME A BOY. LMAO. A cute one. A really cute one that would let me dress him up. AHAHA, jk.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, listening to Chris` "OMG HER" stories make me sad, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I want to like someone cutely like that. ;u;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple &amp;amp; cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &amp;amp; Omggg, stop confusing interest &amp;amp; like. HAHA. People keep saying "LIKE" when it`s an "INTEREST." I don`t even know him like that to LIKE him. And I gave up on him, so shut up. LOL. Well, I`m trying to, ahahaa ! It`s hard, rofls.&lt;br /&gt;But he`s still cute LMFAO. &amp;amp; he makes me happy. Ahahahaaa, I`m so weird. ;n; Why am I like this.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY STATUSES ON AIM ARE JUST SONG LYRICS. =___= There are no tie-ins with anything or anyone. Stop asking. It`s starting to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------Blessa.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Carlos told me reassuring words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="453"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Live life misa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="454"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Screw everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Sa :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ahahaha, seriouss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="457"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Make enemies its fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="458"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Sa :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="460"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Cause then they end up working for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="482"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Letting go of people is really good. Making random friends is the best! I hate being tied down but I don't mind it. Like I'm still with sarah and I have feeligns for her but if we were to break I've decided oh well cause you gotta let go right?I stopped being close to people. Its more fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="483"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Try it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="484"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos :&lt;/span&gt; Ahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="485"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Sa :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ahahaha. alright :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this nigguh. He makes me smile always. :] I miss you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-4309217963823502979?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4309217963823502979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4309217963823502979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4309217963823502979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4309217963823502979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/melancholy-of-mi-sa-kim.html' title='The Melancholy of Mi Sa Kim'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2150747336801810222</id><published>2009-09-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:02:56.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty fun day. (:</title><content type='html'>Most dramatic Sunday in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t feel like typing, so I`ll get to the point with the stories.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad came to church &amp;amp; made this huge scene, I don`t want to say what happened exactly. It`s not even that interesting, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &amp;amp; I ditched service &amp;amp; went to 7/11, cuhs, well, since my dad &amp;amp; I were talking, we were already kinda late &amp;amp; yeah. When we came back, Sophia was all pissed, I don`t remember of what. LOL. Anddddd, she went home like an hourish later.&lt;br /&gt;Steph &amp;amp; I were sitting on the stairs @ Plymouth, right before you get to the entrance into the church. &amp;amp; we (+ David Kwon) heard this THUNK &amp;amp; I SAW A SQUIRREL FALLING OUT FROM A GINORMO HIGH PALM TREE &amp;amp; HIT THE FLOOR WITH ANOTHER THUNK. We ran there &amp;amp; it was a baby squirrel. It was still alive though. Its survival instincts told it to run away from us, though. &amp;amp; we didn`t want to scare it, so we let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then this ahjummah got mugged from her car. This guy on a bike broke into her car, I guess. Some Korean guy passing by in his car saw &amp;amp; chased him down. I heard the ahjummah talking with the police on the phone. The person chasing came back &amp;amp; said he had lost the person but gave all necessary info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THENNN. THE SAME BABY SQUIRREL GOT STUCK IN THIS UNDERGROUND BALCONY THING. Like, the basement window of the church has this balcony &amp;amp; it went in there. Steph &amp;amp; I tried getting it out with my Domokun cell phone strap thing but it wouldn`t come out. Johnathan came with a tire rim &amp;amp; scooped it up &amp;amp; set it free. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m addicted to 내 귀의 캔디.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t believe he doesn`t seem to have ANY feeling of guilt. "I'm sorry, can things be not bad between us again?"&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Elie, I BLAME YOU FOR MY SENIORITIS. We had so much fun &amp;amp; art in the summer, I am so not ready to fill my brain up with math &amp;amp; shit. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2150747336801810222?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2150747336801810222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2150747336801810222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2150747336801810222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2150747336801810222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-fun-day.html' title='Pretty fun day. (:'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-8198763562556212673</id><published>2009-09-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:23:16.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I sick ?</title><content type='html'>I don`t know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I get fevers that die down really quickly. I feel fine, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I still feel like school is a big dream. I had such a laidback summer, this school thing is making me go crazy. Still feel like I`m going to wake up from this &amp;amp; still have a month or so left of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture day is on Monday. I must will myself to wake up early that day, fufufu. I have to look extra nice for it. &amp;amp; take off my glasses, too. My last year`s ID picture was whack. Amateur photographers. Pfffft. They purposely didn`t turn on some lighting cuhs of my glasses, wth. It turned out all dark and asdfghjkl. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;My last year`s picture was so , ugh. I was so fat. My face was so ROUND. It still is, but I hope I lost SOME weight. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares. I doubt anyone straight will even LOOK at me as long as I have my hair. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I`m thinking about buying a wig. Long, wavy brown. LOL, but at the same time, what Dawn said to me creeps me out. "Boys like touching hair, they just randomly touch mine." HAHAHA. Oh, creepy boys. Why don`t you just invite yourself to sniff her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven`t talked to un`e for a long time :/ I called her last time, but she didn`t pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel respect to those who speak out. They sound RIDICULOUS &amp;amp; totally stupid, but they don`t care what other people think of them. I wish I had some of that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to make a T-shirt design with those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Movie on Saturday, I think. Not too sure yet. Depends on James` schedule. I feel like I haven`t gone to see a movie for the longest time. I think the last movie I saw @ the theater was... Transformers. Like, 2 months ago-ish, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;NINE. I WANT TO WATCH IT. WITH A PASSION. It looks so kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to ride a bike + skateboard. :]&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had studied a bit more for my econ test. Easy test, but there were some that I had blanked out on. Like, I knew the definition, but totally forgot the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL, I heard the funniest thing last night. A freshman told me I was cute. LMFAO. I was laughing so hard. I really don`t understand why he said that. Oh well. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hnnnng, I realized that I don`t like it when girls try to touch me like they would to a boy. I know I kinda throw them off with my hair &amp;amp; clothes &amp;amp; all, but I feel weird &amp;amp; uncomfortable. When they link arms with mine, it feels different from a friendly type of linking arms. It`s like how MooMoo &amp;amp; I can tell apart people`s footsteps from my mom`s. Augh, maybe it`s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pew pew !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT I WORE TODAY. WAS EMBARRASSING. Fashion DISASTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikomiconnnnnnnn. FFFFFFFFFFFFF, Elie my mom won`t let me go, WTS. She`s giving me ridic reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sorry for not commenting you as much as I should, Elie. LOL. I read your blogs, but I get lazy to give feedback. /SHOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-8198763562556212673?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/8198763562556212673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=8198763562556212673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8198763562556212673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8198763562556212673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-sick.html' title='Am I sick ?'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5521287523033987375</id><published>2009-09-15T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:20:35.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well.</title><content type='html'>Too many girls after him. Hahaha. &amp;amp; I`m really not his type. (him, from my past post.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have a new friend x]&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can grow closer &amp;amp; that he turns out to be someone I can trust. Fufu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can just stop myself from running away e___e.&lt;br /&gt;Short post !&lt;br /&gt;--------Blessa.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-5521287523033987375?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/5521287523033987375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=5521287523033987375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5521287523033987375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5521287523033987375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-well.html' title='Oh well.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-8305560175684769053</id><published>2009-09-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:22:28.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New interest (:</title><content type='html'>ROFL. Yeeees, already. First guy I`ve met during my vacation x] No counting the boys @ art. They`re not "legit" HAHA. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie`s prolly going to go "OHMYYY" if she ever sees this on her "Blogs I`m Following update" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hnng, he`s so cute. I`ve only met him once, but ASDFGHJKL. I remember two things about him. Jawline &amp;amp; his gums showing when he smiles. :&gt; Teeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I also remember him eating all my Pringles, but it`s alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; I THINK DERRICK TOLD HIM. HAHAHA. That`s so embarrassing. Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think he`s really cute. (: Fufu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But I don`t know much about him yet. Except that he`s really friendly :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I`m going to church tomorrow. HNNNNNNNG. My mom`s making me Asdfghjkl. Sigh. But it`s good for me, so I should go.&lt;br /&gt;AUGH. Homework &amp;amp; tests already, wts.&lt;br /&gt;-------------MISUHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Pictureee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SqxiagUILzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/umZ1Hg9Yj34/s1600-h/LOLstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SqxiagUILzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/umZ1Hg9Yj34/s200/LOLstyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380783862291377970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----editx2&lt;br /&gt;Pfffff, old picture now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-8305560175684769053?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/8305560175684769053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=8305560175684769053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8305560175684769053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8305560175684769053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-interest.html' title='New interest (:'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SqxiagUILzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/umZ1Hg9Yj34/s72-c/LOLstyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6993915510980593238</id><published>2009-09-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:34:08.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA.</title><content type='html'>ElieBYUN, I miss you. A whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrrrnngggg.&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalala my oh my looks like the boy`s too shy, aint gunnah kiss the girl !&lt;br /&gt;Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay um.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t have anything to write about :/ School news is boring. All that happened today was that I switched out of journalism &amp;amp; became Mr. Bahmanyar`s TA. (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope Tina`s not pissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, well, I ate a corndog, two actually, today ! I`m pretty happy. My craving has been satisfied, kinda. I still want some, but my craving lessened. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Summer weather seems to be starting NOW. :/ It`s kinda annoying. I was actually hoping that the heat would pass this year. Who`m I kidding, this is CALIFORNIAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;Mm, MiYoung un`e is going to come in October (: I`m super happy about that. She`ll be staying for two weeks. I can`t wait. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering 9-11.&lt;br /&gt;------MBK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6993915510980593238?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6993915510980593238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6993915510980593238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6993915510980593238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6993915510980593238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha.html' title='HA.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1084621688278977732</id><published>2009-09-09T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:31:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as Senior</title><content type='html'>The freshman boys are adorable. Mhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AP Stat&lt;br /&gt;2. AP Lit&lt;br /&gt;3. H Spanish 3&lt;br /&gt;4. AP Mac Economics&lt;br /&gt;5. Auto&lt;br /&gt;6. Journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNNNNNG. I`M NOT GOING TO PASS MY AP`S &amp;amp; SPANISH. I`M SO SURE. I`m getting owned in Spanish already. &amp;amp; my AP`s seem so hard. Augh. Why am I such a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get out of Spanish cuhs you only need 2 years of language to get a diploma &amp;amp; graduate, but you need THREE years of language to graduate from the HGM program. Wth, man. That`s so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;The only class I`m sure of passing is Auto. HAHAHA. Read, draw, listen to music, chat, blah blah all period long. That`s gunnah be good. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m not ready to use my brain. I filled it up with so much fun &amp;amp; art this summer, that I still feel like I`m in a dream. This whole day seemed like a dream. &amp;amp; I feel like I`m going to wake up and still have at least a month full of vacation. HNNNNNNNNNF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh. I`m going to get owned so bad in Stat. I`m so fucking scared, I`m going to pee in my pants. LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe Mr. Bahmanyar the HGM logo banner thingamabob. :/&lt;br /&gt;School`s annoying. I don`t even feel like writing this.&lt;br /&gt;------------------BLESSING SNR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshman in Auto is so cute. Justin loves messing with him. HAHA. It was crazy how he just guessed the guy`s name in one try. HAHAHAHA. Epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1084621688278977732?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1084621688278977732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1084621688278977732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1084621688278977732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1084621688278977732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-as-senior.html' title='First day as Senior'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2250953056366034015</id><published>2009-08-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:55:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaders.</title><content type='html'>SO ADDICTED to this song. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Wsuhhhh, wsuhhhh, wsuhh, wsuhh, wsuhhhhhh ?&lt;br /&gt;G, G, G, G baby, baby, G, D, G, D baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headphones came. I took pictures of it. Post later.&lt;br /&gt;ELIE BOUGHT ME THE CUTEST PENCIL CASE EVAR. Pictures of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she finally brought my penguin bag. Hahaha. It`s the cutest bag everrrr. Pictures later. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to do anything except listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO FAST TO LIVE, TOO YOUNG TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I`m still into TOP most, don`t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, I love Mimi Choi.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to write a blog post. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Sum it up : It was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2250953056366034015?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2250953056366034015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2250953056366034015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2250953056366034015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2250953056366034015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaders.html' title='The Leaders.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2024192779433889169</id><published>2009-08-25T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:43:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>17 in a few hours. I was born around 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever21 has pretty stuff this season. Cute casual dresses that can also be worn as formal with the right outer. I need to find clothes that match with my hairstyle. e____e.&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp;amp; white is REALLY doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;amp;M had really pretty stuff too. I love their hair accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read 1984. :/&lt;br /&gt;Started reading it like last year, but never finished itttt. It was pretty fun from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;My headphones are coming soon. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 better be a good age.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait, when I get older, I`ll be pretty as my sister. Fersure.&lt;br /&gt;-------------1yrolder Mi Sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60935740-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60935740-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THESE ARE THE CUTEST SHORTS I HAVE EVER SEEN. They didn`t have my size, though. :/ Can`t fit into an xs. I`m barely a small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2024192779433889169?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2024192779433889169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2024192779433889169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2024192779433889169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2024192779433889169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-7382693964157665978</id><published>2009-08-24T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:26:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt tired.</title><content type='html'>And hungry.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow. Gah. 17 years old, what a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the paperclips I saw @ Office depot. I want the heels, shirt, pants, hanger, &amp;amp; stars one. LOL. They`re so cool looking &amp;amp; pretty to decorate with.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up late trying to improve my chibi`s. Wth, I have such a sad life. I failed, though. Eughhh. It`s okay, I`ll keep practicing until I get better. AX NEXT YEAR , FERSURE. I hope. Rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something right now. 4:12 am. And I want to do something crazy. Like hijack a car. HAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING. I`m not that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I`m hungry as heck, though. I feel like eating a corndog. AGAIN. Gosh, something about me and corndogs.&lt;br /&gt;I want a burrito, too. Mmm. No beans, though, I know, like, wtf, burrito without beans ?! Hahaha. I need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;KILLING TIME, KILLING TIME. My mom wants to go on a 1night, 2day trip with me. We`re not sure yet, cuhs of MooMoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE AGING. STAY STILL, TIME.&lt;br /&gt;-misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-definition. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pee out my bladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jeff [Avant Garde/SystemFraud]: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;go misa gogogogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-definition. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;i'll wake my mom&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jeff [Avant Garde/SystemFraud]: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whattt&lt;br /&gt;pee silently&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-definition. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is the coolest guy on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-7382693964157665978?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/7382693964157665978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=7382693964157665978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7382693964157665978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7382693964157665978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/butt-tired.html' title='Butt tired.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6816044104266224003</id><published>2009-08-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:57:26.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wsuhhh</title><content type='html'>MooMoo was eating a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Started out so simple &amp;amp; innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So simple &amp;amp; innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So simple &amp;amp; innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemistry like apple &amp;amp; cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like apple &amp;amp; cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like apple &amp;amp; cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let`s not get started with the he said, she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes it just doesn`t go as planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. It`s on repeat with Never Ending Story &amp;amp; Ear`s Candy &amp;amp; some other songs.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop reading really girly manga. It gets me girly. =__=. And I start wishing I had a prince. =__________________=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can`t believe that you &amp;amp; me are falling out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everybody used to be so envious of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemistry like apple &amp;amp; cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What we had was just too good, too good to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL, I`m like spamming people with these lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about todayyy.  Can`t wait until my grandma`s birthday. (: I`m going to talk to her for hours on the phone. I can`t keep count how old she is now. Early 80`s I`m guessing. I can`t ask her how old she is, either. She doesn`t know herself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t wait until I go to Korea, even though it`s like a year away. I`m going to go and buy  whole bunch of $5 bootleg clothes HAHAHAHA. They look friggen real, bro. Okay, sorry, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6816044104266224003?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6816044104266224003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6816044104266224003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6816044104266224003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6816044104266224003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/wsuhhh.html' title='Wsuhhh'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1693689368766097117</id><published>2009-08-21T23:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:09:53.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpC2xlE5xeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZsfzyYTYCPQ/s1600-h/lulzhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpC2xlE5xeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZsfzyYTYCPQ/s200/lulzhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372995318335522274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeeah, bitches, haircut again.&lt;br /&gt;It did it blindly. I was really pissed off at something &amp;amp; just cut it all off. It`s really rat-chewed hair now. Nothing even. It`s just whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares. I don`t regret it.&lt;br /&gt;But, I AM SUCH A GUY. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of headphones over the internetttt. Hahaha. Estimated date to come : my birthday. I bought the black Mix-Style ones. HAHA. It`s an old style but who cares. I can pretend like I bought years ago &amp;amp; kept it in good condish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new haircut. Can`t get a boyfriend with it, but who cares. HAHA. I make a sexy guy.&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Just felt like saying that. Lmfao, I`m strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE PICTURES OF MOOMOO :&lt;br /&gt;click for fullview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpDO_FASRcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JsTFO_cv9cY/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpDO_FASRcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JsTFO_cv9cY/s200/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373021938523456962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpDO-vYVZbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vnSwvEgnYgY/s1600-h/bap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpDO-vYVZbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vnSwvEgnYgY/s200/bap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373021932718745010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1693689368766097117?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1693689368766097117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1693689368766097117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1693689368766097117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1693689368766097117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/haircut-again.html' title='haircut. again.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SpC2xlE5xeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZsfzyYTYCPQ/s72-c/lulzhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6691420365359276085</id><published>2009-08-19T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:11:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple&amp;cinnamon</title><content type='html'>Utada Hikaru.&lt;br /&gt;She`s so amazing. I love her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve realized that I`m really materialistic and appearance based, even though I look like shit. -___-. I try not to be, but it just happens. Sigh. And I want to go do all this stuff to change my appearance, too. I want to get manicure &amp;amp; pedicures, I want to go shopping for clothes &amp;amp; accessories, &amp;amp; I want to change my hair again. My hair is losing volume. I need to layer it more, but I`m too lazy. &amp;amp; I expect boys to look good, too. Ugh, I`m never going to get a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I like wearing black &amp;amp; white. I find myself choosing only black &amp;amp; white + jeans these days. I like the look, especially when I have my tokidoki bag with it.&lt;br /&gt;All my socks are dead. I need to go buy some more socks. Augh, I`m like a sock murderer. My socks don`t last for like 4 months. I want to find the Shin Ramen socks. HAHA. They`re so cute. And I want jjanggoo ones, too. I wonder where people buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADPHONES. Gah. My mom keeps buying $5-10 ones &amp;amp; they die in a month. I want high`quality, stylish headphonesss. I found a pair. I don`t know if my mom will let me buy it though, :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School`s going to start soon. Fuuuuuhh`, I don`t want it to. This summer`s so fun. It started out with useless shit, but it`s ending well. It`s so Domo-kun filled &amp;amp; artistic. Hahahaha. &amp;amp; who knows who hates me @ school now. Ugh. Ughhh. Ughhhhh. This is annoying. I want to just fly to New York and play with un`e &amp;amp; Atlas. Or I wish art school was my real school.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I didn`t go to a single audition. Is SM still here every Saturdays ? I practiced singing a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been downloading music a lot these days. I don`t have enough room in my iPod. 90% of it is Christian music Brian teacher gave me when I was in Praise Team. I kinda miss being in it. ): I miss everyone there, too. GAH. I should go back.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Sophia`s iTunes fucked up my iPod. It`s not in alphabetical order. It`s annoying the fuckkkk out of me. Asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &amp;amp; I have been going further apart. I make promises that I don`t intend to keep &amp;amp; stuff. Sigh. I`m horrible. I don`t even pray anymore. I prayed in the beginning of the summer-ish, when there was so much shit, but not so much anymore. I need church. But it`s just so hard, especially when you`ve been to the perfect church as your first &amp;amp; then make a drastic change across the universe. Flushing Methodist was so good to me. I can`t find a place like that here.&lt;br /&gt;;___; I miss everyone in NY, even if they might have forgotten me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick. Someone take me back.&lt;br /&gt;-----------+--BlessaKim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read something I shouldn`t have. Totally reminded me of shit again. HAHA. Damn, I`m stupid. Curiosity kills the cat.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do I care about what people think, ugh. I keep saying "I don`t give a shit," but I do. I try to change that about myself so I don`t become so vulnerable, but it`s so hard. I wish I can be like Jeff, LOL. Solitary artist, lmao. It`s okay. Just a year. &amp;amp; I don`t have to think about this period ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need a shoulder to cry on, I never have it, hahaha. GoEun un`e is all the way in Korea, Jeff`s in friggen London, and my art friends don`t go to school with me. Gah, I feel so alone *feels emo*. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;whatevernoonecares. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;에이씨, 생각할수록 더 화가나. 나도 너 싫거든 ?!1!?1!?? 그러니까 좀 빠줄레, 알지도 못하면, 이 등신아 ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6691420365359276085?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6691420365359276085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6691420365359276085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6691420365359276085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6691420365359276085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/apple.html' title='apple&amp;cinnamon'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-3156606513598664</id><published>2009-08-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:34:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom`s birthday.</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty funnn.&lt;br /&gt;Mom`s 57 now. Well, I think she was 57 a long time ago, or maybe she isn`t 57 yet because her birthday goes by the lunar calendar &amp;amp; I`m always confused about it and I never even know when choosuk is cuhs her birthday`s around that time. So we just decided to go by the solar calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on getting her ice cream cake, but uh, that didn`t really work out. She went to this learning thing @ her work, because they give you extra pay if you go and learn all these different things in the hospital. &amp;amp; I woke up kinda late (not really, just lazy) to go and get her a cake from BR. I bought her lunch, though, at City Market food court. 회덮밥 &amp;amp; galbi &amp;amp; soondooboo (crazy word with triple double o`s, lmao). I met an old friend from LA High, there. I don`t remember his name, but he recognized him &amp;amp; we said a few words, blah blah. He grew a lot. I used to be as tall, maybe a little bit taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;I paid, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennn, we went to Office Depot &amp;amp; bought school supplies. I had no paper &amp;amp; my binders are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 packs of paper, 2 binders, 1 pack containing 6 notebooks, 3 book covers (I bought the wrong friggen size because it`s my first time buying it), and 3 note-taking notebooks all for like 22-25 dollars (no, children, it`s not -3 dollars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to art. And my mom went to Costco with Mindy`s mom. Aaaaand, that`s it. I want to buy her an ice cream cake tomorrow. D: Mainly cuhs I want it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisei week &amp;amp; Universal pictures on the post below !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-3156606513598664?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/3156606513598664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=3156606513598664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3156606513598664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3156606513598664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom`s birthday.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1216566813297847351</id><published>2009-08-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:52:20.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisei week &amp; Universal pictures</title><content type='html'>Click image for full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142753150991_786895991_3294866_6456203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142753150991_786895991_3294866_6456203_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Retarded picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142753095991_786895991_3294858_6611387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 237px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142753095991_786895991_3294858_6611387_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a Domo cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748255991_786895991_3294731_3750083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748255991_786895991_3294731_3750083_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748230991_786895991_3294726_1115943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748230991_786895991_3294726_1115943_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, Hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142748165991_786895991_3294717_3755686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 161px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142748165991_786895991_3294717_3755686_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; High Derek, constipated Hae, &amp;amp; smiley me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142748205991_786895991_3294723_6669080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5414_142748205991_786895991_3294723_6669080_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bomb bracelets, courtesy of Elie.&lt;br /&gt;Left to right : Derek, Elie, Me, Haewon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748260991_786895991_3294732_3967208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5414_142748260991_786895991_3294732_3967208_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Build your own SpongeBob by Hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other pictures are on Facebook. This summer is fun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1216566813297847351?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1216566813297847351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1216566813297847351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1216566813297847351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1216566813297847351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/nisei-week-universal-pictures.html' title='Nisei week &amp; Universal pictures'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-131555876735166477</id><published>2009-08-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:10:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double u tee eff.</title><content type='html'>I don`t know why the hell she`s so anal and sensitive all of a sudden. It`s not my fault she didn`t get to see her close friend for the last time yesterday. Wth. I think you should learn where to redirect your frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. NISEI WEEK ! It was a lot of fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to art school &amp;amp; saw Cathy un`e probably for the last time. If she comes for another 2 weeks, I`ll be super happy. I didn`t do much, though. Ahahaha. Just put stickers on my phone with the girls &amp;amp; listend to JinHa  &amp;amp; Cathy un`e talk with each other. Then Elie &amp;amp; I left to get on the subway &amp;amp; to go Little Tokyo :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I almost got stuck on the train after Elie ran out of the closing doors. But the doors opened again. I was sooo relieved. It felt like a long walk to Little Tokyo. e___e. But we met with Derek &amp;amp; went around.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t actually remember exactly what happened. But there were lots of stores &amp;amp; yummy things to eat. I bought a lot of Domokun stuff. I`m really happy about that. I plan to go to school one day with my Domo cap, Domo shirt, Domo bag, &amp;amp; Domo pins everywhere. Puahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Jung`s birthday was yesterday. Elie &amp;amp; I got her a cute ginormo pillow from the Little Tokyo mall. Ack, we were supposed to make a card today...;; I`ll just make it myself. e__e&lt;br /&gt;My feet were dying yesterday. Aaaaaaugh.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. RAMYUN @ LITTLE TOKYO IS SO GOOD. I woke up with a huge stomachache, but it was so good. I wish I could have finished everything in the bowl though. There was just too much food. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s birthday is tomorrow ! I love my mommy. I`m going to get her an ice cream cake (though I`m the one who wants it). I should have gotten her that necklace from LT. I feel bad now. 57 long years. 17/57 of those years was raising me. Thank you so much, mommy. ;u; I love you to deathhh. Please don`t ever die. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good today. An old prose of mine on deviantArt changed someone's belief &amp;amp; made her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but someone kinda ruined it for me. I don`t know why the hell she`s like this. Ugh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONYO. CUTE MOVIE. AAAAAAAAAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;Elie needs to upload pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-131555876735166477?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/131555876735166477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=131555876735166477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/131555876735166477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/131555876735166477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-u-tee-eff.html' title='double u tee eff.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2395582694253441181</id><published>2009-08-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:37:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clazziquai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE CLAZZIQUAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music is the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjktEVKBU5c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjktEVKBU5c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is pretty funny, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2395582694253441181?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2395582694253441181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2395582694253441181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2395582694253441181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2395582694253441181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/08/clazziquai.html' title='Clazziquai.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-8383439867790029102</id><published>2009-07-31T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:51:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifedrawing.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday`s life drawing session was really cool. I loved drawing with the brush pens. It was still kind of hard, but maybe I`ll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my sister yesterday. She`s been fighting with hyungboo over something, so she was kind of :&lt;. It`ll work out, though, I know so.&lt;br /&gt;Art is really, really fun. I wish it was my real school. It`s so chill &amp;amp; easy to ditch, but it makes you want to go all the time. Hahahaha. Ilu, MimiChoi. :] Feel better, hun.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t want Cathy to go ;___;. I`m going to miss her so freakin` much. Though it kind of scares me, I love the way she teaches &amp;amp; criticizes so bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo had scratched me accidentally twice this week. Er, more like three times, when I was playing with her. But she climbed onto my lap voluntarily just now, so I`m not mad about it anymore. She`s so cute. She loves biting on my friendship bracelet that Elie made for me &amp;amp; Hae &amp;amp; Christine.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so cute. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Universal Studios was really fun. I had cried on the Mummy &amp;amp; everything. -__-. The wait for the Simposons was entertaining. Lmaooo. Everyone was watching the TV. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had bought this bag @ Univ. CityWalk, but the girl who worked there forgot to take off the damn security ink tag thing. Augh. AUGH. It was a really cute bag, though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than that, City Walk was fun. The theme park was hella fun, too. It was a pretty cool day, &amp;amp; they had kept the park pretty cool with that mist stuff. I expected long, never ending lines like in Six Flags &amp;amp; riding only like 3 rides. But Hae, Elie, Dereck, &amp;amp; I didn't wait long &amp;amp; got more stuff done. We walked a loooot. When I came back home &amp;amp; weighed myself, I was 108lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elie`s room is so Asiannnn, lmao. I love it. She has a lot of things. First day there, I went into her laundry basket (not really a basket, but whatever) &amp;amp; put her bra over my head and said "Surprise !" when she came in. Ahahahahaha. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hae &amp;amp; I slept together &amp;amp; laughed a lot. LMAO. I love Hae. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s a lot of stuff that happened, but I just can`t remember it all to write on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;I slept early yesterday. I woke up @ seven. I feel like I`ve benefitted, thank you, Azumanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom won`t let me wear heels. Augh. I regret not buying 21`s peeptoe pumps.&lt;br /&gt;I love 21 Twist`s new Cirque style.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO SHOPPING. AUGH. AUGH. CLOTHESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Call me boring, but I`m really into black &amp;amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;Someone find a boyfriend for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was on Soompi &amp;amp; was looking through the "Post your GF/BF pictures" thread. And I remembered the Korean TV show with the little kids (IDK the name of the show) &amp;amp; they were all "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND". I felt like crying. Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hook it upppppp. Dereck isn`t doing his job in finding one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wish my many boyfriends (TOP, JooJiHoon, MinKyungHoon, ChoiJongHun, etcetc) weren`t so busy. Don`t kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of me. LMAO. Click for bigger-ness. I was bored &amp;amp; needed to do a 411 on Soompi cuhs those are the rules. e__e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY_No_19I/AAAAAAAAAME/4DMTuIc7bJ8/s1600-h/soompi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY_No_19I/AAAAAAAAAME/4DMTuIc7bJ8/s200/soompi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729424145012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY-3ekmSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oHG3NklcESE/s1600-h/soompi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY-3ekmSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oHG3NklcESE/s200/soompi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729418195704098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY-qk_xaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FYKT9wEHwXU/s1600-h/soompi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY-qk_xaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FYKT9wEHwXU/s200/soompi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729414732989858" 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/1495144479644896167-8383439867790029102?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/8383439867790029102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=8383439867790029102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8383439867790029102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8383439867790029102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifedrawing.html' title='Lifedrawing.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SnNY_No_19I/AAAAAAAAAME/4DMTuIc7bJ8/s72-c/soompi3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1179739249917242481</id><published>2009-07-23T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:02:33.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 22nd, Jeff.</title><content type='html'>Though it`s a day later. ;__; I didn`t get you anything, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Edit later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1179739249917242481?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1179739249917242481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1179739249917242481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1179739249917242481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1179739249917242481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-22nd-jeff.html' title='Happy 22nd, Jeff.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1214400918224905589</id><published>2009-07-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:04:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m a vegetarian &amp; I aint fuccin` scared of him</title><content type='html'>So, Sophia`s giving me like a week to find out the name of the guy living in my apartment. I told her I rarely see him like once a month and that it`ll take me more than a month to get his name. Her solution : stand outside the apartment from like 5 am and wait for him to come out &amp;amp; then ask if I can enter because I had "forgotten" my keys. And then ask for his name.&lt;br /&gt;....... It`s not that bad of an idea, but wtf. 5am. LMAO. And it`s embarrassing even to think about doing that because... well, I had one of my moments in front of him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia was coming over one day &amp;amp; when I was opening the door, I saw him come toward us, but then he had disappeared all of a sudden. So I thought he was taking the parking lot door and I said out loud, "Aw, he`s taking the other door." But then like, BAM, he come out of a corner and I`m like OMFGWHUT. And I was so fucking embarrassed. Sophia was like, "Hey, I saw him smiling."&lt;br /&gt;-______-&lt;br /&gt;I`m so dumb. Augh. WHYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what if he`s already taken. LOL. God. He`s kind of cute. ASDFGHJKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo tries to sleep with us, but my mom keeps pushing her away. She doesn`t want to breathe in her fur or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ohman, I clicked this link for SNSD 소원을 말해봐 man version. AHH. It was kind of dreamy. Their voices were really, really good. Better than all the other man versions of other songs that I`ve heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia : Guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Chicken butt.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia : I`m taking a ddong.&lt;br /&gt;This girl is my best fucking friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been nosebleeding so much these days. Too much porn. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ilu, Elie.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia`s FINALLY finished Beethoven Virus. 드라마가 나올때 보지, 왜 다 끝날걸 가지고 날리를 치냐고. 그 재미없는거 기억도 못하는데.&lt;br /&gt;AUGH. I don`t know where my ginormous newsprint for life drawing is. I feel really bad for making 무관 look for it for like an hour &amp;amp; then using his. DX This is my second newsprint already. I had left the other one @ Vision. I don`t want to go back there. -____-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reeeeeally want to audition for YG Entertainment. My wNE1 &amp;amp; BigBang obsession is taking over. I`m done with trying to be the 10th for SNSD. I want to be 5th for 2NE1. But, my voice is ... :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fucking cramps. &amp;amp; I hate getting my period so late. I get bitchier. &gt;[&lt;br /&gt;` &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;MK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-1214400918224905589?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1214400918224905589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1214400918224905589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1214400918224905589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1214400918224905589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-vegetarian-i-aint-fuccin-scared-of.html' title='I`m a vegetarian &amp; I aint fuccin` scared of him'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2097735430468530599</id><published>2009-07-17T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:43:47.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwYY4om51bo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/RwYY4om51bo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch from 1:25 and watch up to 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaeJoong says the aish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2097735430468530599?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2097735430468530599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2097735430468530599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2097735430468530599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2097735430468530599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are.html' title='We are'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4271345562093726573</id><published>2009-07-13T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:19:29.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8UVq8XZrPU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/s8UVq8XZrPU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 2NE1. They`re so trendy and they have talent. SANDARAAAAA. I kinda like CL in this.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does Bom look fat in this video ? e__e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUgReo37ECw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUgReo37ECw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. But I hate the dance. What the hell, are they chickens ?&lt;br /&gt;The end is sickkkkkk, though. But when the countdown shows up before it and just cuts into the middle of the mv, e___e... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair pink. Real pink this time.&lt;br /&gt;I gave MooMoo a bath again because my mom was going crazy about her having fleas. She was clean ... until this morning. I found more flea eggs on her. What the hell. I even washed her face this time. Augh. I think the fleas went on the blankets and stuff and then went back on her.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, but she's nicer to me now. She doesn`t follow me around still, but when I pet her, she rubs herself against my hand. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;믿기지가 않아. 넌 나를 말대로 진짜 지키고 싶었다면, 그런짓을 안했어. 네가 진짜 자살을해서 진짜 죽었었다면, 사람들이 다 나때문에라고 생각을했을꺼 아냐 ? 그래, 내가 미안해. 네에게 욕하고, 다 너때문이라고해서, 그리고 거짓말을해서 정말 미안하다. 내가 못할짓을 했어. 하지만, 넌 그렇게 약한척을 꼭 해야겟니 ? 나도 피해자야. 넌 나한테 훨신 더 못됀짓을 힜어. 내가 싫다고했는데, 넌 나를 ...&lt;br /&gt;나를 비차마게 만들고 네가 죽겟다고 ? 난 네가 나에데서 다 말하고 돌아다니는데, 난 멀정해. 난 너에게 기짓말을 했을뿐이아. 속으로는 너를 싫어해졌는데, 것으로 좋아한다고 말해서 미안하다. 이렇게까지 복수를 할준 몰랐다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at art, wtf am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hate ganguro fashion. What the hell are those girls thinking ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-4271345562093726573?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4271345562093726573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4271345562093726573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4271345562093726573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4271345562093726573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/headache2.html' title='Headache2'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2326986826397903059</id><published>2009-07-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:54:56.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI.</title><content type='html'>It`s really fun :O It`s like the only time I don`t cringe from blood &amp;amp; disgusting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HanByul`s mom wants to be a CSinvestigator. I miss HanByul. I taught her how to dance Tell Me. I hope she didn`t forget me so soon ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Augh, yesterday @ like 2 am, these punks were messing with the eleectricity &amp;amp; it got cut SUDDENLY. I was trapped in pitch darkness &amp;amp; I couldn`t see ANYTHINGG. But what made me even more terrified was that yesterday, Christine made me play this Grudge game thing. I was a total idiot &amp;amp; kinda played it even though I knew I was scared. Like, I wasn`t really scared @ first because I got lost in the house since the map was kinda weird, but when i found my way, Christine was like "Go into the closet, I think the number to that person is in there."  I went in &amp;amp; got a heart attack. So I was just frozen for like 30 minutes, and I needed to go pee really badly. I eventually sucked it up &amp;amp; ran to my mom &amp;amp; cuddled with her. &amp;amp; left poor MooMoo in my room. ;___; I am such a pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda fun. Lee teacher was checking sketchbooks &amp;amp; I got away with "I thought I was going to do still life today, so I left my anatomy sketchbook @ home."&lt;br /&gt;I`m a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hae, Elie, Christine, &amp;amp; I are making a deck of cardss ! Uh, Christine doesn`t know yet, but I`m sure she`ll agree :D I`m so excited. I hope we can get everything done in time to sell by next year.&lt;br /&gt;K-ON ! ADORABLE. I still have to watch last episode. AAAAAHH, Asu-nyan &gt;w&lt; Mio`s voice is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;FANTASIA. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I try to be fucking optimistic about everything but something always fucks me up. I can`t believe the person I`ve been with for the last three fucking months just invades my privacy when he knows more than anything that I hate the invasion. 실망이야. People tell me like "At least he didn`t talk to those people as you." But you know what, I feel violated. I can`t forgive that especially when that person KNOWS, KNOWS about the kind of person I am.&lt;br /&gt;Only person for me in the world is Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;You bitch, I was going to call you and say SOPHIA, I HAVE VERY VERY BAD NEWS. And when you asked me que pasa (is it pasa or paso ? Ugh, I`m forgetting everything.), I was going to say... "I need to peepee NOW" &amp;amp; piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s hair dye chemical smell thing is making me dizzy. OH YEAH. Elie &amp;amp; I &amp;amp; Choe teacher are going to do our hair PINKKKKK. Fersureee. Yeeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the teacher today. He was kinda intimidating, but I learned lots from him. My lines are getting better, too (: I`m going to his gallery show next week, if I have a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES MY MOM HAVE TO WALK AROUND WITH THAT SMELL. CAN`T SHE JUST STAY IN THE BATHROOM. DX&lt;br /&gt;I`m dying. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------MSBK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some Hi-Chew or Mi-Chew. Whatever. I don`t care which one`s bootleg. They`re both good.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover @ Sophia`s next week. Mhmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn`t go to early morning prayer today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise doing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Jeff &amp;amp; I talked more these days. But it`s good he`s sleeping now. Gah, he was such an insomniac earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;JEEEEEEEFFFFFF, we need our talks. Seeeeriously. I have lots to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED K-ON !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2326986826397903059?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2326986826397903059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2326986826397903059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2326986826397903059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2326986826397903059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/csi.html' title='CSI.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6683670502224344943</id><published>2009-07-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:05:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still life = no likie</title><content type='html'>I hate still life. With a passion.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn`t. But I do. Augh. I didn`t do anything today. Elie &amp;amp; Christine &amp;amp; I just ate &amp;amp; sat around. LOL. I KIND drew. Not really, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to sleep over @ Sophia`s today. But she totally forgot until I had told her on the phone. Bitch. IHY. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;AUGH, before I go on : WILLIAM THINKS TOO MUCH &amp;amp; RUINS EVERYTHING FOR ME. Ihy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Elie came over today &amp;amp; we played with MooMoo. Kinda. She`s not very responsive, so, we just scratched her where she wanted and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t think. I`m really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to eat noodles. But... I`m scared I`m going to wake up my mom. Shieeeeeeet. This always happens. Other times, I really have to pee, but I`m scared the flushing is going to wake her up. Augh. Not fair. I can`t sleep because of art. It`s like... making me an insomniac. LOL. Gosh. This is hard. I don`t think I`ll get to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to go to early morning prayer... NUUUUUUUUUUUUU. It annoys me. Friggen sermons are in Korean &amp;amp; the pastor speaks monotonishly. And then the posture I`m in starts feeling uncomfortable &amp;amp; when I open my legs to sit comfortably, my mom hits me. Then I cross my legs to sit like a girl &amp;amp; she still hits me. WHAT THE HAY, MAN. And then I start getting all sleepy &amp;amp; miss everything. Then when I want to go home, my mom ends up being like the last person to finish praying.&lt;br /&gt;Not that praying`s a bad thing :C The whole service thing is just really dull &amp;amp; gets on my nerves cuhs I feel the need to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe he did that. Total invasion of my privacy &amp;amp; others`.&lt;br /&gt;I am... kinda catching up on my Disney movies. It all started with Thumbelina. I remembered when I had the video &amp;amp; my dad just recorded shit over it cuhs I was "getting too old for animations." So I re-lived my childhood for an hourish. And then I watched Swan Princess. And then Aladdin. Now I`m watching Fantasia, the first one. It`s so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;THUMBELINAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;It made me who I am today. Prince seeking romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a phone with a full keypad. Not the keypad kind with like 3 or 4 letters for one button. It`s annoying.&lt;br /&gt;AUGH. I want my text back. God, I don`t know why my mom won`t let me have it again. I don`t have a boyfriend to fucking spam anymore. GIMME MY TEXT. I NEED MY SOCIAL LIFE, WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made up my mind to live with Sophia when we are adults. If she makes her own money, we will be single til we die. If she becomes a trophy wife, that bitch said she`d beg her husband to give me the fucking basement.&lt;br /&gt;Ihy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn is so horribly written.&lt;br /&gt;Meyer needs to get her facts straighttttttt before writing. I don`t know what you were thinking when you told me it was very well-written, Sophia. Disappointedddd.&lt;br /&gt;Choe teacher says my English name was BLUSHING. AHAHAHA, JON. (inside joke .__.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, HELP ME GET INTO PARSONS. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;                                   BK.&lt;br /&gt;Not burgerking, morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6683670502224344943?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6683670502224344943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6683670502224344943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6683670502224344943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6683670502224344943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-life-3.html' title='Still life = no likie'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6575631892251598597</id><published>2009-07-08T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:00:13.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays.</title><content type='html'>I love.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are fun. Print making ! :D&lt;br /&gt;It`s really tedious and frustrating work, though. But it`s a party when Choi teacher`s around. Lmao. Eh, I`d like painting, but we`re doing still life stuff. &amp;amp; I really don`t like still life. DX&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I had a Cheshire cat done, but I`m starting a new printmaking one. Another Alice in Wonderland theme. I need to finish drawing it &amp;amp; then I have to carve it out. I borrowed a knife, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hae, Elie, Christine, &amp;amp; I were @ Assi and we were @ the snacks section. And I started humping Hae. And then this guy was about to come into the aisle we were in, but he saw us &amp;amp; just turned around. LOOOL. We saw him again @ the drinks section. I didn`t even realize until he was gone. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGH, tomorrow`s life drawing. Fuuuuuuuuh. Oh yeah, yesterday, we had a guy model. FINALLY. He had on firey tighties. LMAO, Hae : 징그러워ㅓㅓ ! Ahahaha. I love Hae &amp;amp; her face expression &amp;amp; sounds. Puahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Augh, I`m so bad @ short poses. I`m not very good with long poses either. I almost died with the 2 hour one. Horyshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get better @ drawing lines. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGHHH. STILL LIFE. MY WORST NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;We need to get Choi teacher to stop smoking. LOL. He said I`m mean cuhs I gagged when he was taking me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want contacts. With a fucking passion.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new sketchbook, but I`m so blankk. I don`t know what to fill it up with. Blaaaaaaah. I can`t draw with my old style, I think that`s what`s blocking me. If I draw like animeshit, Lee teacher`s going to be like 이런 장난같은 그림 하지마 !!!! D&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m craving pasta. Not neukkihan pasta. Good pasta.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I`m hungry now. &amp;amp; my mom bought kimchi. Mmmmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;Byebye ! KIMCHI NOMNOM TIME.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------msk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6575631892251598597?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6575631892251598597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6575631892251598597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6575631892251598597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6575631892251598597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesdays.html' title='Wednesdays.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4894788033882820867</id><published>2009-07-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:51:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime expo !</title><content type='html'>I`m not going. :C&lt;br /&gt;I`m so sorry, Elie. You went through all that trouble to find me a free pass... &gt;__&lt; I`LL MAKE IT UP TO YOUUUU, I PROMISE !&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really, really bad. I`ll teach you how to make a blogspot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of Julyyyy. I spent it with Sophia when I was supposed to have gone to art school. I had slept until like, 1:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, Sophia is so in love with MooMoo. But MooMoo doesn`t really like her. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, so, on Friday, MooMoo woke me up with her meows of hunger. And I just got up blindly and looked for her canned food but I couldn`t find it. So I looked back at her food dish &amp;amp; I saw food there ! But I guessed she didn`t want her dry food so I got my glasses and went back to the refridgerator. And I look back at her food dish to make her eat dry food until I found her canned food. But I found a fucking highway of ants. It was so nasty. I was so late to art school. &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia`s finding fleas on MooMoo. Augh, wth, I even gave her a bath &amp;amp; there`s like "a concentration of flea eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY LONG LOST SISTER ! Er, SHE found ME. Yaaaay. Her son is so cute. Atlas. What a name. Hahaha. I talked to her today. Er, yesterday. I like her :D We talked about each other for a few hours, maybe two. But we still have a lot of catching up to do. We`re like 10 years apart from each other. But she`s very funloving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;We still have to find our brothers. I hope they`ll be as receiving.&lt;br /&gt;Hunting fleas on MooMoo, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;MISAKIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-4894788033882820867?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4894788033882820867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4894788033882820867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4894788033882820867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4894788033882820867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/07/anime-expo.html' title='Anime expo !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-8387840974214264280</id><published>2009-06-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:27:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MooMoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SkWOHnuuDoI/AAAAAAAAALo/hMwMMyNt67w/s1600-h/moomoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SkWOHnuuDoI/AAAAAAAAALo/hMwMMyNt67w/s400/moomoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351839993774870146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She`s hereee !&lt;br /&gt;I think she`s so adorable. Oh man, she`s like a doggie. She follows me or my mom around whenever we`re going to another room to do something. She eats a looooot so she`s kinda fat. My mom thought she was pregnant at first. She poos a whole bunch, too. It smells... reeeeeeeeally bad. DX&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo`s about 8 months. Hahaha. She`s so loveable. She purrs when I kiss her &amp;amp; she likes kissing me (: I can`t really get a picture of her because she moves around a looot. And when she`s sleeping, she`s sleeping in a very hard-to-take-picture places. MooMoo rolls around a lot. She`s so cute when she does that. I read somewhere that that means she trusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didn`t really like her &amp;amp; always yelled at her whenever she did something. But after playing with MooMoo with a ribbon, her heart melted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m happy to have been trained with Sophia`s cat. I know all of Maro`s favorite scratch spots x]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art school is really, really fun. I would really like a day when Christine, Elie, Haewon, Sarah, &amp;amp; I just KICK IT :D Purikura &amp;amp; NRB ! Does art school ever have a free week ? Though I never really talked to Sarah, she`s really, really, really talented D: She`s so good at everything. &amp;amp; she looks nice. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh, I love it when MooMoo rubs against my legs or rubs her face on my free hand. She`s so cute. Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, Elie &amp;amp; Haewon &amp;amp; I were on iScribble. And... it was kinda werid. Elie`s mother &amp;amp; my mommy were watching porn on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;blessakim: wth is my mom watching&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: it sounds like porn LOL&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: "AHHHHHHH AAHHHHH, IT HURTS, AAHH !"&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: omg wth&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: i 'm scared to go out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;pandacorn: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Mispolm: maybe it IS porn..&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: OMG&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: ... should i go out ?&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: MY MOM IS WATCHING THAT TOO&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: ROFL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: O___O&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: WTH OMG&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: THERE'S A MAN AND PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: PORN GROUP ?&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: WTF&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: OMG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;YES WTH&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: LKJSFLJDFKS&lt;br /&gt;pandacorn: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: AAAHHH THIS IS SCARY&lt;br /&gt;blessakim: MOTHERS GONE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, we drew on pchat. We drew ginormous boobies. LOOOL. There was another random person in the board &amp;amp; I think he/she must've felt awkward. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was very hyper yesterday when I was drawing with Elie &amp;amp; Hae.&lt;br /&gt;.____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Okay. Bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;-------MISA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-8387840974214264280?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/8387840974214264280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=8387840974214264280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8387840974214264280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8387840974214264280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/moomoo.html' title='MooMoo.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SkWOHnuuDoI/AAAAAAAAALo/hMwMMyNt67w/s72-c/moomoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2001347958759274645</id><published>2009-06-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:43:20.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry.</title><content type='html'>YAAAAAAY, WILLIAM`S GOING TO GO CAT SUPPLY SHOPPING WITH ME TOMORROW MORNING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t wait for MooMoo. She`s so adorableeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2jads1j.jpg"&gt;CLICK TO SEE PICTURE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She melted my mommy`s cold heart. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffie is @ his parents`. I kinda miss webcamming with him and staying up all night. Hahahaha. RAWR. What am I doing, I should be drawing the skeleton =__=. Everyone`s so proooo, WTH. :C They`re very nice, so they compliment me and assure me that I`ll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the word BAJILLION.&lt;br /&gt;I use it for everything now.&lt;br /&gt;DRAWING TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;------MISAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIMBLEDON !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2001347958759274645?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2001347958759274645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2001347958759274645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2001347958759274645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2001347958759274645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/hungry.html' title='Hungry.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2003053779096804136</id><published>2009-06-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:41:30.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art School adventureee !</title><content type='html'>OKAY. SO. IT WAS HELLA FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said hella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really enjoyed it. I felt ... low, kinda, but I`ll get better. I`m sure of ittt ! I already noticed a lot of things that I need to improve on. The biggest thing is to start drawing lightly first. And also, I have to start drawing the whole body when I`m doing life drawing before going into details. Rawr. It`s so harddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two new friends :D Elie &amp;amp; Christine x] Teehee. They`re very... indescribable. HAHA. I don`t know. They said they`re not usually like that but it was just because I`m there. Maybe they`ll get used to me as time goes by. I have 2 whole months and maybe more to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;Elie is a senior tooo. And she hasn`t started on her portfolio yet. Like me ! LOL. And she likes drawing manga/anime style :D And she likes to play Squeenix tooooo ! AAAAAAAHH. Yay. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer`s going to be filled with art &amp;amp; fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohgoodness, there was this scary person, though. He was supposed to teach me how to draw anatomy and before he started, he sat next to me and looked at me and said "남자친구 있어?" And I said "응." And he goes , "없어도 돼는데." And I`m thinking WTHHHH. And this un`e looks @ him and says "너 얘한테 관심있냐 ?" YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID ? "아니." Uhh. Wth, seriously. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Christine &amp;amp; Elie told me that they haven`t seen him say 반말 to a person he first met ... until ME. They assumed that he must think that he`s superior to me. AAAAAAAHH. Nuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. I kinda wish my summer was mixed with a few parties here and there &amp;amp;  a few sleepovers &amp;amp; maybe a rave with Steph &amp;amp; Sophia. Oh. And at least like 10 shopping sprees. LMAO. Ahh. &amp;amp; I wanted to see un`e &amp;amp; grandmaaa. ;____; I`ll just play with them whenever I`m home &amp;amp; on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE ART SUPPLIES. I feel bad about taking that scary guy`s pencil .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed ant killer thing on my desk because I had left a piece of food &amp;amp; a whole traillll of ants were all over my desk. And I didn`t want to wipe it off because WTH. ANTS. And my mom didn`t know &amp;amp; she wouldn`t do it for me anyway. And I thought if I just left it there long enuff, all the ants that walk by would die. But I did not know that ants take dead ant corpes and take it back home. So when I was ready to wipe off all that shit, I found NO ants on my desk &amp;amp; just sticky ant spray residue. AND IT WON`T COME OFF. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I`m kinda sad. I liked this desk, too. :C So did Mom. That`s why I`m not telling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LOTS TO LEARNNN. Painting, life drawing, still life, blah blah blahkdf;hadfh.&lt;br /&gt;It`ll be fun, though. Hahaha. POSITIVE THINKING, thank you, Jeff. There will be one day when we go to art galleries together in London &amp;amp; do lots of collaborations togetherrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Slaterbutt.&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I OCD ? I don`t know, Elie &amp;amp; Christine called me that ROFL. They saw me do circles &amp;amp; lines today.&lt;br /&gt;MY LINES ARE SO CROOKED. I SLOWLYYY GO DOWN. Rawr. I need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me improve :D&lt;br /&gt;KITTY ON FRIDAYYY ! YUS !&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EXPLODES FIRECRACKERS*&lt;br /&gt;CARLOS, I WANT TO SEE YOUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;My texts are gone. &amp;amp; since Carlos only has text &amp;amp; I have like 500 minutes, which I cannot live with for a month, we decided to launch fireworks whenever we wanted to see each other. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TEXT. SO DON`T GET BUTTHURT IF I DON`T REPLY. I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;... No one ever really reads this shit. Who`m I kidding. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp;amp; Elie`s hair is sexy. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2003053779096804136?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2003053779096804136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2003053779096804136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2003053779096804136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2003053779096804136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-sas-adventure-art-school.html' title='Art School adventureee !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6340505376144376856</id><published>2009-06-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:30:37.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new path.</title><content type='html'>Today, I was praised in the highest way and criticized in the lowest way possible.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tomorrow, I have a new life. My path was determined by someone who is very experienced and knowledgeable. He will help me become successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talent. But I don`t know my basics. I have to throw away everything that I have learned on my own and start fresh. I was so moved when the director said, "네가 아까워서 울고싶다." It made me wonder what I`ve been doing all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I`m not allowed to have a passion other than art anymore, which is kinda scary for me because... I`m obsessed with so many things. The only reason for living now is to take instructions and to follow them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know why, but I`m scared. I`m really, really worried that I won`t be able to do well &amp;amp;  that I`ll find out that this isn`t for me. &amp;amp; I`m supposed to be getting Japanese &amp;amp; French homework every night. Aw, man. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`M GOING TO GET A KITTY. Hell yes. Thank you, Chloeeeeeeeeeee &amp;amp; Sandra !&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAAAAAYY.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;---------MSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-6340505376144376856?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6340505376144376856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6340505376144376856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6340505376144376856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6340505376144376856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-path.html' title='A new path.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2041108018050303174</id><published>2009-06-21T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:30:40.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Wedding.</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha. No, there weren`t any mysteries. Hahaha. The wedding I went to was my Geometry teacher's and he`s Mister Yi. Say that fast &amp;amp; it becomes MYSTERY x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sooooo, yesterday, I woke up @ 5:30 ish to go to early morning prayer. That`s right. First day after last day of school, I wake up even earlier than I do to go to school. Augh. I was sleeping the whole entire time. Singing, sermon, prayer, I just slept through it all. Well, I woke up once in a while to pray and then I fell back into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mommy &amp;amp; I came back home, we started getting ready for the wedding. But I was playing Kingdom Hearts II . I already knew what I was going to do with my hair and stuff so I didn`t need to get ready right away. But my mom wanted me to DRAW a wedding card, wth. She kept saying that my card will last forever. So, I did make one. It came out pretty sloppy though. I did it in like 10 minutes. I made the envelope, too. My mom was out buying a gift for the couple while I was drawing. She got this very ahjummah style gift. Glass lock thing for side dishes to keep in the fridge, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Augh, I was going to upload the card, but I don`t know where I had saved it. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My KHII CD is damaged. I can`t get to Beast`s Castle. I`m going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Aaron Choi twerp.  (Not NOHO Aaron -____-. The LAHigh one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to wedding preparations. I took a shower, put on my dress, put on makeup, did my hair, blah blah. &amp;amp; I helped my mom get in her dress, lmao. Sarah &amp;amp; her mom picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;Ohgoodness, I thought Mr.Yi wouldn`t be able to recognize me but HE DID :D Teehee. &amp;amp; then I complained that he didn`t come see me @ school when he lives right there. Rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was so cute. Omgoodness, Mr. Yi wouldn`t stop smiling. &amp;amp; the dress the bride wore was SO gorgeous. She seemed like a fun loving person. Perfect for Mr.Yi. x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I remember all the times in LA High in Freshman year. Mr.Yi sent out this trouble maker to stand outside of the door for like 10 minutes but it was wintertime &amp;amp; that idiot went out with just a T-shirt on. He knocked on the door a minute later and said "MISTER YI, MY NIPPLES ARE HARD."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I remember these un`es who always bothered me to get Mr.Yi `s AIM and stuff. They thought he was cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This one time, in Sophomore year, he had bought me lunch &amp;amp; gave me a ride back home after Marcelo`s water polo game.&lt;br /&gt;And I also remember having a D in the class, but on my reportcard, I had passed with a C. Thankssss !&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah. The food was so good. Galbi jjim, omg.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. It was a very cute wedding. Full of cute love. Teehee. They didn`t seem awkward with each other at all. Very, very natural. Hahaha. And perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of Pastor Daniel`s wedding. His was super cute. LOL. Their first dance was killarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COUSIN &amp;amp; GRANDMA ARE COMINGGGGGG. :D I can`t wait. I`m like bouncing off the walls &amp;amp; driving my mom crazy. She`s worried that I`m going to spend a whole lot of money this summer for having fun with un`e. SHOPPING SPREEEEEEEEEEEEE ! Hahaha. I love un`e. &amp;amp; grandma. &lt;3 I am going to have so much fun this summer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have a lot of work to do. I have to work on my portfolioooo. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;SILVINAAAA, will we really get in ? You will, but I don`t know about me ;___;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to sum it up :&lt;br /&gt;Cute wedding, good food, can`t wait for family, &amp;amp; I need to get working.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;MSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, is today Father`s day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO UPDATE ABOUT THURS &amp;amp; FRI. I`ll keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I met up with Stephanie. (: We had lots of fun. Strawberry &amp;amp; Apple tea + tiramisu, going hyper in Big Five, eating pasta in Numero Uno, &amp;amp; then coming to my place to watch 70`s show &amp;amp; Smallville. Hahaha. I love you, Stephhhhh !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on Friday, Sophia &amp;amp; I went all out crazy. Ddukbokki &amp;amp; House salad &amp;amp; Crunchy roll @ Cafe Village. Started nosebleeding and shit there :(. And then expensive 1 hour noraebang shit. Wtfux. $20 for an HOUR. RIPPPPPP. And then we went to my house &amp;amp; played Kingdom Hearts. Until it stopped working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRR. Whoever gets me KHI &amp;amp; II , I will love you forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I`m out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2041108018050303174?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2041108018050303174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2041108018050303174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2041108018050303174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2041108018050303174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/mystery-wedding.html' title='Mystery Wedding.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-902976388604805655</id><published>2009-06-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:21:58.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scribble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm_bz2gT7I/AAAAAAAAALY/rvpRsjHBD80/s1600-h/jessebunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm_bz2gT7I/AAAAAAAAALY/rvpRsjHBD80/s400/jessebunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348516516975366066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm8Y_GrJKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kifiVwaB80w/s1600-h/iscribbwithjojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm8Y_GrJKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kifiVwaB80w/s400/iscribbwithjojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348513169921483938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm8YmmMZ5I/AAAAAAAAALI/F6G5vh0Y3Q4/s1600-h/iscribbminty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm8YmmMZ5I/AAAAAAAAALI/F6G5vh0Y3Q4/s400/iscribbminty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348513163342800786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SjnO6FGa1eI/AAAAAAAAALg/GXXoHIHh7co/s1600-h/10minty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SjnO6FGa1eI/AAAAAAAAALg/GXXoHIHh7co/s400/10minty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533529676010978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m getting addicted again. Click to full view.&lt;br /&gt;-----MISA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-902976388604805655?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/902976388604805655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=902976388604805655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/902976388604805655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/902976388604805655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/scribble.html' title='scribble.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sjm_bz2gT7I/AAAAAAAAALY/rvpRsjHBD80/s72-c/jessebunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-412541733872497894</id><published>2009-06-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:19:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the next few days,</title><content type='html'>my entries will be disgustingly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I don`t know. I wish some things were left unsaid so I wouldn`t know. I`m being overly sensitive about this when I know I shouldn`t be, but I just can`t help it, especially when I`m at a state like this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can`t do anything right anymore. I don`t think I can do a simple task anymore. I worked really hard and I barely slept, but it still wasn`t good enough, I guess. I want to do something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know why I`m like this. Why do I care about what people think of me again ? It made me stop growing spiritually for years. I need to stop this. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was a pointless entry. Sorry for wasting your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-412541733872497894?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/412541733872497894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=412541733872497894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/412541733872497894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/412541733872497894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-next-few-days.html' title='For the next few days,'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-9045012402070868960</id><published>2009-06-14T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:49:58.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SjW2ykHKIkI/AAAAAAAAALA/thQatmWLtMI/s1600-h/dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SjW2ykHKIkI/AAAAAAAAALA/thQatmWLtMI/s400/dying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347381112375747138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m dying a little inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-9045012402070868960?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/9045012402070868960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=9045012402070868960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/9045012402070868960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/9045012402070868960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying.html' title='dying.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SjW2ykHKIkI/AAAAAAAAALA/thQatmWLtMI/s72-c/dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-7328963848440844550</id><published>2009-06-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:29:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Night ! :D</title><content type='html'>It was funnnn. :D My programs were so pretty ! I couldn`t stop staring at them. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I was Alice in Wonderland x] Slater was a boring person in a suit. -___-. Rawr, I hope my seniors liked the presentsss. &amp;amp; I hope Slater`s senior liked her present.&lt;br /&gt;For Vineet, Slater picked out a scary movie &amp;amp; a book about... something. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;For Sam Levey, I got him a scented jelly candle &amp;amp; a small alarm clock :D&lt;br /&gt;And for Slater`s senior, I got her an alarm clock too. Hahaha. It was a cute one. I kinda wanted it. Rofls !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday was my folklore presentation too. Oh gosh, I was so nervous. But Slater said I did well :D&lt;br /&gt;I should start working on my physics display board &amp;amp; study for math final, but ... I don`t feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I was taking a shower. While I was rubbing shampoo on my hair, I clawed myself and my pinky skin ripped open. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. All the senior night pictures that were taken of me... are hideous. ERASE ALL OF THEMMM. RAWR. Or cover my face with yellow smilie faces. Augh. Aughhh. AUGH. I`m only pretty with self-cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s been acting funny. She told me "If I ever die, don`t cry. I`m going to be in Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;And then I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate my life. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-7328963848440844550?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/7328963848440844550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=7328963848440844550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7328963848440844550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7328963848440844550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/senior-night-d.html' title='Senior Night ! :D'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5022456524121478504</id><published>2009-06-08T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:06:40.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done ?</title><content type='html'>I`m finally posting !&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, senior night stuff is finally done with. &amp;amp; same with Magnitude although I kinda enjoyed doing the cover art for that (: All that`s left are final projects ! Gah. Will I be stressed until the last day of school ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : Oral presentation for family folklore (I need help with visuals. DX)&lt;br /&gt;Spanish : Four skits in spanish with group&lt;br /&gt;Physics : Blood spatter test thing with group but I have to do the display board .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I had bought a domokun bag ! Ohmygosh. It`s so cute. And I bought Jesse his lat birthday present on Saturday. FINALLY. He likes it ! Yay. It was a Mario mushroom thing. Ahaha. Very squishy. x]&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I don`t know. I can`t remember anything from last week becauseeeeee, Senior night was the only thing on my mind. Last week is just... a big blur.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one thing, though !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this one day in physics, Ale` &amp;amp; Danny told me to act out our crime scene and at the end, I had to lie down &amp;amp; play dead. (I`m the victim). And because I hadn`t slept all week, I ... fell asleep right there. On the ground. And when I woke up, I banged my head on the bottom of a desk. It was kinda embarrassing but I was too tired to care. Now I care .___. when everyone else forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. I want to finish my Alice drawing. But it`s been so long, I don`t feel like finishing it. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I`M GOING. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;--------MISAAAAAAAAA KIM ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-5022456524121478504?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/5022456524121478504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=5022456524121478504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5022456524121478504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5022456524121478504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/06/done.html' title='Done ?'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-610923400263623997</id><published>2009-05-31T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:08:36.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;click to fullview&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiLi22N8gYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/REoq8QHQVns/s1600-h/aliceee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiLi22N8gYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/REoq8QHQVns/s400/aliceee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342081539909648770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiM4pUkEXPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1-fOZTwLP38/s1600-h/aliceee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiM4pUkEXPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1-fOZTwLP38/s400/aliceee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175865537322226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 03 09 Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Senior Night programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SENIORS, DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER DOWN THIS POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYXCyoxMbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/icEXVsBECpI/s1600-h/curtains3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYXCyoxMbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/icEXVsBECpI/s400/curtains3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342983344641618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYrL3zJyEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xpklCaPDL_E/s1600-h/curtainsfinalfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYrL3zJyEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xpklCaPDL_E/s400/curtainsfinalfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343005490878728258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYszgEz4SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uEHgG0YJbq0/s1600-h/curtainsfinal+other+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiYszgEz4SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uEHgG0YJbq0/s400/curtainsfinal+other+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343007271216734498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this background a lot more. Hahaha. The other Hollywood sign was just too awkward. DYING GRASSS ! Hahahaa. I still need to polish it up a bit more, but I think I`m done for the day. I kinda combined Allyson, Tina, &amp;amp; Aaron`s ideas.&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the curtains :&lt;br /&gt;Uh, as you can see in my little step-by-step thing, I wasn`t used to coloring &amp;amp; shading like this. That`s why the top part of the curtains look n00bish. But Mindy likes it. So that`s good. The lower curtains were easier because ... well, they were just easier. I don`t think the top ones look very satin-y and folded, but Jesse says so, sooooooo I won`t change it. Hahaha. (Also, I`m very lazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I still need to find a place to put "SENIOR NIGHT" &amp;amp; what fonts to use. That`s for another timeeee ! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just broke down &amp;amp; started crying. My mom FLIPPPPPED out and so she was nice to me today. Even when I misseed the school bus, she didn`t yell. She also gave me like $10 to buy something to eat afterschool x] Meow ~ I love my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these days, i`m kinda obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. You can kinda tell from the first two pictures. This post was supposed to be a step-by-step Alice in Wonderland thing, but yeah. Who cares. Hahaha. I added more to that picture. I need to scan &amp;amp; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnitude is due on the same day as this. But I think Senior Night comes first e__e.&lt;br /&gt;I`m tired. I`m functioning on 2&amp;amp;1/2 hours of sleep. Byebye, world.&lt;br /&gt;-------"MISSING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach has decided to nickname me as Missing on his AIM. MI sa + blessING = MISSING. Hahaha. I like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sic7nRR-lEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aOLQFeSotc8/s1600-h/SENIORNIGHT+POSTERTHINGIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sic7nRR-lEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aOLQFeSotc8/s400/SENIORNIGHT+POSTERTHINGIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343305028738126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hay, I swear, it doesn`t look like this. Blogspot like, negitived it or something. I don`t know, man. This is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SidPeeGfOWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XgOKgpb_s9o/s1600-h/juniorspage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SidPeeGfOWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XgOKgpb_s9o/s400/juniorspage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326867793328482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGSPOT WANTS TO FUCKIN` MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SimY4Qil8MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wJRIBMzEEdc/s1600-h/festivities2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SimY4Qil8MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wJRIBMzEEdc/s400/festivities2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343970525131960514" 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/1495144479644896167-610923400263623997?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/610923400263623997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=610923400263623997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/610923400263623997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/610923400263623997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/alice.html' title='alice'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SiLi22N8gYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/REoq8QHQVns/s72-c/aliceee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-7278218379825139317</id><published>2009-05-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:04:18.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three day weekend !</title><content type='html'>Slater didn`t come to school on Friday. He got on the plane to go see his mommy in N. Cali @ 10-ish. He had called me in nutrition, I think, but for the first time, my phone wasn`t in my pocket or my hand. So I missed it ;___;. Nyaaa, I miss him to death.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;I was going to the bank to find my money @ 10`ish &amp;amp; I had called William &amp;amp; Sam to meet me @ Wilshire &amp;amp; Western. I only had 20`s, so we went to Coffee Bean &amp;amp; I got a pomegranate fru-tea. William was @ the Jamba Juice right next to it. When we got our drinks, I wanted a bagel from the bagel&lt;br /&gt;store. I got an Eggwich :D Oh my goodness. It was soooo good. But i got a jalepeno cheese bagel so I was dying. So was Sam ! But William wasn`t D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting time with Sophia was supposed to be @ 10:30 but she had moved it to 1:30. We had two &amp;amp; a half hours to kill. So we went to Koreatown Plaza because I needed to buy something there @ the accessories store. I bought a blue hairband :D And origami paper. And something. I don`t remember. William bought me a pencil (: Ahahaha. I wanted stickers for my cellphone, but none of them were pretty ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bought a domo-kun cellphone charm thingie that you could put around your neck. And another charm for Slater &amp;amp; me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the level where the accessories &amp;amp; music stores are, I don`t get any reception. So I didn`t get any of Sophia`s calls or Carlos` texts. We took pictures by the fountain &amp;amp; went inside the music store. We decided to start making our way to Grove around 1`ish.&lt;br /&gt;THEY DON`T GIVE OUT DAY PASSES ANYMORE ?! I didn`t know that :C And I got bitched at for my ignorance. I put in five dollars &amp;amp; waited for the driver to give me a day pass. She just looked at me and went "What are you waiting for ?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Day pass...?"&lt;br /&gt;"WE DON`T GIVE DAY PASSES. C`MON KEEP MOVING TO THE BACK."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then, Sam to the rescue ! He had an extra tap card so my five dollars went in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;___; I was about to cry. She was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, we looked around Forever when we got to the Grove &amp;amp; I called Sophia, or she called me. She said she was in the theater, so I started running with slowpokes William &amp;amp; Sam walking behind me. Terminator was sold out :C But we got ticked to Night @ the Museum, though ! It was so cute ! I loved itttt :D But it was scary at some parts. I was gripping Sam &amp;amp; William's wrists. Lols, I cut off the circulation in William`s hand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When N@tM was done, Terminator wasn`t &amp;amp; I was kinda hungry. So I bought popcorn :D We just sat around waiting for Sophia &amp;amp; her crew to come outtt. When they did, I saw Daniel, Carlos, Moe, &amp;amp; his white friends too. But his white friends left. LOL. We were @ the bus stop, &amp;amp; when the bus came, we all got on but William &amp;amp; Sam got off cuhs William didn`t have any change -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw Nico yesterday ! :D @ the 3rd &amp;amp; western gas station.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t remember anything else interesting about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaay, I went to church. Finally. Stephanie wasn`t there, though. ):&lt;br /&gt;These two boys in front of me wouldn`t shut up. OHHHHH MY GOODNESS. I was getting pissed off. But then, later on, I was too sleepy to care. LOL. Sophia kept poking me to wake up. Church wasn`t boring. I just slept really late yesterday, er, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. We ditched Bible Study, though. Sophia &amp;amp; I were waiting @ the bus stop, but her mom called &amp;amp; yelled so she had to leave me. I was so cold &amp;amp; alone ;___; and the friggen bus would`t come, what the heck. I think I waited like 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. I started this post yesterdayyyy. And then continued it today morning. And now after church. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Shm8wYFnrkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CxjppX7DwrE/s1600-h/imissslater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Shm8wYFnrkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CxjppX7DwrE/s400/imissslater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339506372510199362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guyssss, I miss Slater. That boogerface is always leaving me. That`s his new nickname. BOOGERFACE.&lt;br /&gt;-----MISAAAAA HIME "VICTOROFF"&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/1495144479644896167-7278218379825139317?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/7278218379825139317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=7278218379825139317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7278218379825139317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7278218379825139317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three day weekend !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Shm8wYFnrkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CxjppX7DwrE/s72-c/imissslater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-1635266788650082279</id><published>2009-05-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:45:14.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Slater !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My boyfriend`s 17 now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mommy &amp;amp; I went to the beauty salon to get our hair done. I explained the the lady there to make our hairstyles similar but I told her how I wanted my hair to look. I told her to make it basically like a boy's and that it should curve around my face &amp;amp; not like a straight line cut. And I told her to make a small portion of my hair on my left side of my face to be longer than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to look like a bowl cut. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;I figured that it'd be useless to try to explain this to someone who didn`t understand me the first time &amp;amp; doesn`t have a sense of style at all, so I ran back home &amp;amp; cut it myself. It came out nicely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some people like GL, Chris, &amp;amp; Sam who said I look like a man.&lt;br /&gt;Sam : AHJUHSHI !&lt;br /&gt;Chris : AHJUHSHI !&lt;br /&gt;GL : Guys, we shouldn`t be mean. She CHOSE to be one of us !&lt;br /&gt;Sam : OHHH !&lt;br /&gt;Chris : YOU HAVE TO SIT ON THIS SIDE NOW !&lt;br /&gt;(Our class in Spanish is pretty much divided by gender.)&lt;br /&gt;Danny had his mouth open &amp;amp; stared at me without blinking for like 3 minutes. Joscelyn &amp;amp; Lesmi ran out of Physics to comment on how much they love my hair. William said Slater`s the girl now because he has longer hair than I do. &amp;amp; everyone else just said I was cute :D Oh, the cheerleader who sits on the other side of the aisle said I looked cute too :3 I`m happy ! LOL Justin Yun said that too :D WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before that, we went to Koreantown Plaza to buy Slater`s birthday present. I bought him a teddy bear &amp;amp; a mug that says I Love You. And a box of pepero almond. My mom was so pissed at me for spending so much money. :C But he liked it, so that`s good !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slater won`t be at school tomorrow. His mommy wants to see him for the weekend. He`s leaving tomorrow &amp;amp; coming back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I`m going to cry. He keeps leaving meeeeee ~ Someone go bomb the plane before anyone else gets on.&lt;br /&gt;HE`S LEAVING ME AGAIN. GO JUMP HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CST`s are over (: I kinda liked the schedule. No first &amp;amp; third &amp;amp; fourth periods and like 4 hours in 2nd :D That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I should do for my folklore project. Rawr. I think someone`s going to do 100th birthday &amp;amp; maybe some other Korean`s going to do the first birthday celebration. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I found a lot of my pictures :D I`m kinda cute. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I`m going to dress up for Senior night ! x] But I`m scared that a senior`s going to read this so I can`t say. D: I`m going to go out right now to buy a pin I saw yesterday @ Jiman oppa`s parent`s store. :D ITWASSOCUTE. Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------HIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/ShYP3SYuH_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/uxXebI0zCGw/s1600-h/mystyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/ShYP3SYuH_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/uxXebI0zCGw/s400/mystyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338471850797047794" 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/1495144479644896167-1635266788650082279?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1635266788650082279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1635266788650082279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1635266788650082279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1635266788650082279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-slater.html' title='Happy birthday, Slater !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/ShYP3SYuH_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/uxXebI0zCGw/s72-c/mystyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4720344918876098121</id><published>2009-05-17T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:18:45.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Eagle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joo Ji Hoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jang Geun Suk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hairspray'/><title type='text'>Useless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I felt pretty grouchy today. This post is all about me just bitching. You don`t have to read. My whining gets pretty tiresome to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I`m tired from today, so I won`t write much. I`ll edit later on. But, one good thing about today : I finally watched The Notebook. (: I really liked it. It`s such a beautiful love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, until my edit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----MISAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it`s time for my edit !&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went shopping with my mommy. I don`t really want to say exactly everything that happened, but summarized, it was HELL. We got on two wrong buses &amp;amp; basically went around in circles. And I walked from Crenshaw &amp;amp; Wilshire all the way to my house. And I couldn`t even get into American Eagle to get pink boxers for boyfriend for his birthday next week because a pipe got busted in the ceiling of American Eagle. Eh, I bought a flannel from Forever &amp;amp; finallyyyyyyy got a corndog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were back in koreatown, we bought The Notebook &amp;amp; Hairspray. AAAAHH. I`m starting to love movies.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Hairspray. I LOVE IT. Hm, today, I watched three movies. I watched He Was Cool (그놈은 멋있었다) for the second time, and then Do Re Mi Fa Sol La TI Do. (: I really like Korean movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earthquake was kidna scary even though it was small in my area. My mom and I freaked out and started hugging &amp;amp; praying. LOL. I still remember my first earthquake, or aftershock. I thought my mom was shaking the entire building, and my mom thought it was me. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Jang Geun Suk is hooooooooooooooooot. Short, but cuuuute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shinychopstick.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 550px;" src="http://shinychopstick.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/j1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mhmmm. But, JooJiHoon is still my favorite. My mom said he won`t be acting for a long time, though, because he was caught with drugs or something. I started screaming in the video store saying it was all a lie :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: you know what I learned about myself these days ? I hate gossipers who take gossipping to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don`t feel like typing anymore. Byebye !&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/1495144479644896167-4720344918876098121?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4720344918876098121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4720344918876098121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4720344918876098121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4720344918876098121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/useless.html' title='Useless.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-9089580569357332799</id><published>2009-05-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:03:41.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Harner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joscelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corndog'/><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was the last day of AP testing. Hahaha. First &amp;amp; last for me this year (studio art doesn`t count). Eh. It was okay. I was kind of freaking out about it before the test but Slater told me that I still get AP credit even if I fail &amp;amp; colleges don`t look at the AP score. Sooooo, I kind of felt better. And I also bs`ed almost everything because of what he had told me. I slept during the essays, too. -___- But, I`d rather not talk about AP`s anymore. OVER &amp;amp; DONE WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so basically, I`m free now :D Until next year. Sigh. School is LAME. It needs a shorter day &amp;amp; more play time. Who seconds thatt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slater came over today, teehee. He rode my bus. I love youuu, hunnieee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slaterblessa.blogspot.com/"&gt;This is our love blog, lmao. Click to read what cheesy things we say to eachother ~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s at church. STILL. And it`s like 9:30 PM right now. ): She`ll be back home in about 30 - 40 minutes. I`m going to be alone until then. Rawr. I need a brother or sister. Or, I need a friend in my apartment who`ll keep me company. How do people make friends in their apartment ? What the heck, everyone`s so reserved in their own space. They`re only outside for laundry &amp;amp; leaving or when they`re going back in. I want to make friends in my apartmentttt ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. ANT PROBLEM AGAIN. AUGH. Ants are so friggen gross. I hate bugs. Period. WHYYYYY do do they exist ? They are so annoying. All they do is annoy people. Eh. Maybe bees &amp;amp; butterflies are kinda useful to pollinate flowers, but AUGH. What do ants need to do ? Sacrifice themselves to anteaters ? Argh, WHERE are there wild anteaters in the city ? :C I hate roaches too. Ugh. UGH. I was walking in the hallway to my locker at school, and I saw a dead roach on the ground. Holy crap, I think I screamed &amp;amp; jumped. I don`t remember. But that was what I probably did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who`s a creepy kid ? ERIC HERNANDEZ. In English, I was playing with my phone &amp;amp; suddenly I felt something touch my hand. So I freaked out cuhs I thought it was Lemvo &amp;amp; she takes away phones. But it was Eric. And like, an hour or two ago, he IM`ed me and asked if I had known he was behind me. I said no, and this is what he said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="18"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:43:39 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;u were like doing something idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="19"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:43:42 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;but ur head was kinda down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="20"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:43:48 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;and i was like blowing onto ur neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="21"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:43:54 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;and then i licked ur finger....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="22"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:43:56 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="23"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eric Hernandez"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:44:02 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;u didnt feel it wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="24"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;define M I S A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (7:48:50 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet;font-size:78%;"  &gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY, NO ? Holy cow, I think it`s pretty creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Danny`s creeper 1, Ramon`s Creeper 2. I don`t remember the reasons why I call them that, but yeah. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Harner is hilarious. She asked me for Slater`s name &amp;amp; said he was cute. And she went on to say that Mr. Maine &amp;amp; her will be in-laws. HAHA. Oh man, Joscelyn is pretty funny too. She is so perverted, what the hell. She tries to teach me how to give a good blowjob &amp;amp; starts rubbing against me &amp;amp; making weird noises. I get creeped out around her, lmao. But Lesmi comes to my rescue. Joscelyn said I was pregnant today cuhs I told her that I`ve been craving a lot of stuff these days. Funny thing is, I was thinking that a week ago, too. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I`M NOT PREGNANT -______-. Don`t trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I`ve decided to try &amp;amp; stop cussing. It`s horrible to listen to a girl cussing. Argh. It`s like a part of my language now. I really need to stop. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slater`s getting home late because of meeeeee ~ I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;He`s going to be with his mommy this weekend. I guess I`ll spend time with my mommy this weekend, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A FRIGGEN CORNDOG.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, tomorrow is Denny`s. I have to go see Sophia &amp;amp; Carlos. Haha. Luckilyyyy, this time, it`s a location near my house. Last time it was like ... really far away. I forget where, but it was prettyyy far away. I wonder if Slater`s coming. Hahaha. I don`t know. He probably needs to pack &amp;amp; stuff &amp;amp; sleep early for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter needs to take a picture of me for the Annual. But I`m not very photogenic &amp;amp; I don`t think I can photoshop my own picture &amp;amp; send it back to him. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who takes the best pictures ? Mister Jeff Luu. x]&lt;br /&gt;I`m tired. I`m going to go sleep. I think. Or wait until my mom comes home. &amp;amp; then sleep together. Oh, it`s almost 9:50 now :D She`ll be home soon. I hope Slater gets home soon !&lt;br /&gt;----------Hime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND. Slater`s going next weekend. I`m stupid. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-9089580569357332799?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/9089580569357332799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=9089580569357332799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/9089580569357332799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/9089580569357332799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5882305233940516665</id><published>2009-05-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:30:41.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LG KC550</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;New phone. Mhmm. How sexy is that ? Baby pink. (; Got it yesterday after school. I went to the cellphone store &amp;amp; got a used phone. My mom &amp;amp; I went to city market after that. We ate hweh dut bap &amp;amp; jjajangmyun x] Muy delicioso, man. Cheap, too ! Well, I realized that that phone is hard to text with so we went back to the cell phone store to get a new, new, new phone. Oh boy. All I can say about this one is that it was MADEEEE for me. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP English language test tomorrow ! I`m not ready for it. &amp;amp; I`m going to fail. Augh. FML.&lt;br /&gt;I want a corndog &amp;amp; red mango. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the teachers @ our school are going to go on strike. So they`re not coming to school. I wonder what I should do then with Slater. Teehee. I kind of wish I could stay home, but my mom`s home that day. Aw man, she`ll never let me stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Slater was @ AP testing in the afternoon. I was very, very lonely. But today, he was there in the morning &amp;amp; came back in time for lunch :D I like it when he`s here. Sigh, but next weekend, he`ll be with his mommy. I`m going to miss him. Again. ): It`s okay, I can be patient &amp;amp; wait. Sophia'll help me. She better ! Or maybe Stephanie. (: We need a girl's night, you guysss ! The three of us haven`t been together for forever. That`s lame. Another kingdom-hearts-screaming-and-ditching-sophia-to-kill-all-the-moths-on-the-ceiling night, yes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K---- S--... is annoying. HE TOOK MY GODDAMN CONTROLLER FOR ALMOST A YEAR NOW &amp;amp; WON`T GIVE IT BACK. Shiett. I haven`t played Kingdom Hearts for a year now. Woooow. He said he`s gonig to bring it tomorrow. But I`m not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I`m blanking out. Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;------MISA&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/1495144479644896167-5882305233940516665?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/5882305233940516665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=5882305233940516665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5882305233940516665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/5882305233940516665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/lg-kc550.html' title='LG KC550'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4196977399897654152</id><published>2009-05-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:29:59.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother`s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie marathon'/><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, yesterday was the due date for the Art portfolio. I`m not satisfied with the quality of my work but I`m just glad that it`s done &amp;amp; over with ! Oh man, it was such a hectic morning. I got to the bus stop kinda late but the bus didn`t arrive. But the Palisades HS bus didn`t come early so KEVIN was there. Argh. I didn`t want to pass by him cuhs ... he`s fuccin` annoying. Well, anyway, the new bus driver didn`t come, so we had a new, new bus driver today. She skipped the Normandie &amp;amp; Fountain stop, so while we were halfway there on the freeway, she turned around to go back to the stop. And then I got to school and Ms. Lemvo wasn't there so I slid a note under her door. While I was coming out, I saw Jon, Shaun, &amp;amp; Peter, so I walked with them to the Colfax steps for their ride to APUSH test. I didn`t see Slater :C We got there a bit too late.&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking back to Ms. Lemvo`s class, I saw her talking with Amenda. So she gave me her room key and I ran up. I kinda had a hard time with turning on the computer, but I figured it out lmao. And thennnn, my dimensions wouldn't say. It kept showing this page that said Error 500 or something. It was annoying. It was only me, too ! Everyone else's worked perfectlyyy. I`m going to get a 1 on that. Augh. Well, I stayed there all for first period &amp;amp; ran around the entire school campus trying to find a computer. I was on the phone with this AP person who was trying to help me get it fixed. Her manager or someone said it was a server error and that I wouldn`t get penalized for not having my dimensions. Sooooo, I just turned it in like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slater came over today (: He told me my future with his tarot cards. I`m going to marry a richhhh guy. But he won`t be rich at first. He`ll be poor. And then he`ll get rich :D But, I`m not going to be famous. Only a few people will know about my accomplishments. Sigh. It`s okay. Ooh, I played poker with him, toooo. He had such a nerdy deck. It had pictures of scientists , what the heck. Hahaha. I still love you, baby. Less than 3. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeeeen, I was chatting with Carlos. He said he was going to see Sophia &amp;amp; study chem. I missed Sophiaaaa a lot so I went with Slater. Ahahaha. It was pretty fun. Sophia &amp;amp; Slater were arguing about cheerleading. Carlos &amp;amp; I just ditched them and went to Ralphs to get candy. Carlos got Whoppers, LIKE ALWAYS. And I got two boxes of dots. Slater doean`t like the orange ones. So I had to force feed it. x] Teehee. ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I made Slater my version of ramen. I thought it was pretty hot. But he didn`t.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I love Slater. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Onnnn thursday, I stayed after school to finish my AP portfolio. Did I mention this in my entry before ? I don`t remember. Well, Kevin, Mary, Yvette &amp;amp; her boyfriend, Sam, Jenny &amp;amp; her boyfriend was there. It was a fun day. I don`t know why I was there. I didn`t really do anything. I just thought I had lost my phone, but it was in the big pocket of my backpack the whole entire time. -____-. And when I came back home, I thought I had lost my digital camera, which had all the pictures to upload for my portfolio, too. Then I found it with my phone in my backpack. Wow. Two heart attacks. But it`s okay. I laughed a lot today to make up for all the years I lost yesterday for getting 2 heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m going to go to Bravo`s Sadiesss ! I don`t know if Slater`s coming with me or not. He lives too friggen far away. Sigh. Oh, I`m seeing Sophia this Wednesday ? Or was it Thursday. Argh, I don`t remember. Well, it`s one of those days and then Friday &amp;amp; Saturday too, I think. If Slater doesn`t come to Denny`s on Friday, I have to kick it with Moeeee. Not that I mind. He`s cool 8] I haven`t seen him for a while. Uh. I saw him last weekend for SAT, but that didn`t count. I talked to him for like ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t get stuff done today. I was suupposed to have gone to the bank to get my money &amp;amp; give it to my mom to donate. It`s her mother`s day gift. She doesn`t want anything except me donating to a charity under her name. And then, I was supposed to have gone to the cell phone store to ask if they could fix my phone. I guess I`ll have to live with my mom`s until Monday. Or Tuesday. Or Friday. Or next Saturday. I don`t know, it all depends on how lazy my mom &amp;amp; I feel on the days she`s home. Hahaha. Wait, not Friday. I`m going to Denny`s then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BIT MY TONGUE. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, everyone was @ the APUSH test thing &amp;amp; all the sophomores were @ the APWorld History testing. So I was aloneee. @ nutrition, I asked William to meet me @ the quad at lunch so I`m not alone. So as soon as the 4th period bell rang, I ran to the quad &amp;amp; I sat under the sun, just waiting for him. I didn`t even go to my locker to get my book because I thought he`d miss me while I`m there &amp;amp; just leave. And if he had waited, I didn`t want him to wait for me. But... Christine came. And other freshmen came. But William didn`t come. So I was pretty lonely. And when I saw him after school, he said he was getting food with Eugene. I was pretty mad. I hate being ditched &amp;amp; being alone. But it`s okay, William. I forgive you. Seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE A MOVIE MARATHON WITH MY MOMMY. OR WITH SOPHIA. But Sophia doesn`t want to watch chickflicks with me. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;My mom`s home. And the first thing she says are nagging words. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye !&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------MISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Slater Ryan Victoroff.&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/1495144479644896167-4196977399897654152?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4196977399897654152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4196977399897654152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4196977399897654152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4196977399897654152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-8969017402849837977</id><published>2009-05-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:43:34.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baskin Robins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP English'/><title type='text'>Stress almost gone ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TGIF tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;So, the portfolio is due today. I`m kinda done. My computer keeps messing up whenever I try to put in the dimensions, though. I`m going to go to school early &amp;amp; do it in the morning. Mhmm, then I`m DONE. (:&lt;br /&gt;But there`s AP English. Augh. I have to practice with the practice workbook I have. Maaaan, I`m getting so owned. I thought English was my strongest subject, but now, I don`t even know what my strongest is. What the hell. I`m going to fail Art. Augh. Fuck this. My head hurts so much. I need a goddamn break. School is so lame. Whoever made school was a total lame-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. "Fire" by 2NE1 is pretty hot. They remind me a lot of Big Bang (no duh). Hahaha. &amp;amp; Lee JunKi`s new song is pretty... wow. Hahah. I don`t like the beginning &amp;amp; end of his music video. You kinda cute, LJK, but you aint sexy enough to roar like that. Oh, I`ve been really getting into Angela Aki. (: She`s a darn good singer. Doesn`t look half-Japanese at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I stayed after school with whole bunch of other people who needed to finish AP Art stuff. Man, my portfolio is the shittiest compared to everyone else's. I`m seriously going to get a 1. Hm, well, since I didn`t have my USB cord and stuff with me, I decided to do everything @ home, but Jenny un`e &amp;amp; her boyfriend, &amp;amp; Sam were all going to LA &amp;amp; they were waiting for Kevin. And since I didn`t know the way to the subway station and I really didn`t want to get lost, I was waiting with them. But turns out, we waited for Kevin for three hours only to have him say "Sorry, guys, I can`t leave with you guys." He was supposed to go to Jenny un`es house to practice the Gee dance or something. Haha. Well, we caught the late bus &amp;amp; it took foreverrrr to get back home on that creaky old bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I took my SAT. OH man. Okay, so, we were on section 7. And I had skipped a number. Let`s say number 8. But I didn`t leave the bubble space blank for 8, and instead, wrote the answer for 9 on 8. Then the answer for 10 on 9, 11 on 10, and so on until the end. I re-did the whole section again (thankgoodness I I mark my answers in the test book). I finished pretty quickly but then I realied that I had put all the answers for section 7 on section 8. And so I erased all &amp;amp; started over. Wow. It was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Our test room was filled with Koreans except this one white guy with a crazy last name starting with K. Hahaha. Sharon was taking it with me. So was Jennifer &amp;amp; Sarah. I saw Jason oppa &amp;amp; Moe too. Haha. Oh, &amp;amp; I saw Ms. Balan ! I thought she`d have a bigger reaction when she saw me, but all she said was "Hi." Man, was I disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex invited me to a party on Saturday night. Don`t know if I should go. I`d probably get drunk there &amp;amp; Sunday`s Mother`s Day. Soooo. Uh. I don`t think I should go. Just spend my Saturday with Slater. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my Hello Kitty band-aid has different designs for each. It`s so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SgPP2Hm4l1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/zutO9_mSLGg/s1600-h/samandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SgPP2Hm4l1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/zutO9_mSLGg/s400/samandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334912398825298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brother from another mother. I think we kinda look like siblings here :D Puahahaa. Eh. Not really. Rofls ! Your eyes look pretty here, Sam. My eyes just disappeared. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robins ! I finally went with William. He bought me Rainbow Sherbert on a cone. Then I bought a Rainbow Sherbert carton x] It`s muy delicioso. I love it. I`m almost done with the carton already. I want moreeeee, hahaha. I had mainly bought it for Slater, but I ate over half of it. Sorry, baby ! I`ll buy a fresh new carton for youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;William`s ripping me off. $1 for 3 ferrero rochers. What the hell. It`s 25 cents for ONE. What a jerk. HAHAH. IF YOU`RE READING THIS, WILLIAM, YOU`RE A JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather`s getting warmer &amp;amp; warmer. And I`m getting more and more pissed off. I hate you, sun. ):&lt;br /&gt;I need more shorts. &amp;amp; more flipflops. &amp;amp; more shirts. Haha. I have to lose weight so I can wear shorts this summer without being self-concious. I gained so much since last year, I think. Maaaaaan. *works out* Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, It`s been like 2 years since my mom had her surgery. Two years since she`s been starting to live her life fully now. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a change in the world. I want to do something for someone I don`t even know but needs my help. MISA TO THE RESCUEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;I`ll come back &amp;amp; edit later onnn. Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;--MISAR x]&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/1495144479644896167-8969017402849837977?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/8969017402849837977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=8969017402849837977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8969017402849837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/8969017402849837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-almost-gone.html' title='Stress almost gone ?'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SgPP2Hm4l1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/zutO9_mSLGg/s72-c/samandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2392252631492509735</id><published>2009-05-05T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:07:16.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be back soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;After AP`s are done. Well, my tests, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that`s happened :&lt;br /&gt;SAT, stress, ice cream, cake, Sharon, all nighters, Jai Ho, needles, photoshoot, AP art portfolio, Baskin Robins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that`s all for now. I`ll elaborate next time.&lt;br /&gt;-------- MISAAAAA !&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/1495144479644896167-2392252631492509735?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2392252631492509735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2392252631492509735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2392252631492509735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2392252631492509735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-back-soon.html' title='Be back soon.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-6531024663976808926</id><published>2009-04-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:51:05.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>The end &amp; the beginning of MISA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I almost got ran over by a car today. I wasn `t looking &amp;amp; just crossed the street. The driver wasn`t looking &amp;amp; almost crashed into me. It was 50% my fault, but I was being such a bitch to him. I rolled my eyes at him &amp;amp; said a lot of shit. I feel soooo bad now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that`s how it`s the "end&amp;amp;beginning" of me. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWINE FLUUUUUU. Be careful ~ Hahaha. My mom is trying to get me to eat a lot more with swine flu as an excuse. She said that if I eat a lot, I`ll be immune to it. Sooo, I`ll start eating a bit more for her.&lt;br /&gt;SAT Reasoning this Saturday ! Rawr, I`m scared. Slater said he`d help me though. I hope I increaseeee. My practices increased a lot. I went from like 1400 to like 1700 ish. Still, compared to everyone else, I`m... very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sharesomethingsweet.com/images/BOLLONE-PRALINE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://sharesomethingsweet.com/images/BOLLONE-PRALINE.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I`M CRAVING FERRERO ROCHER &amp;amp; FERRERO RONDNOIR DARK CHOCOLATES. I want. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slater gave me a mug today. ASDFGHJKL.&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving me stuff, stupid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Aki is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;F Clearance (click for full view) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17685_02_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17685_02_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17051_04_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17051_04_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17615_04_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17615_04_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/18326_05_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/18326_05_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17754_02_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17754_02_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17626_04_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17626_04_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17952_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17952_01_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17934_03_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/17934_03_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hollister clearance (click) :&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10251_10201_496477_-1_12746_12552"&gt;Skinny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=498759&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=12646&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=05"&gt;Navy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10251_10201_463631_-1_12647_12552"&gt;Mhmm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10251_10201_496651_-1_12647_12552"&gt;White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=463673&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=12648&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=07"&gt;Navy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Debating whether I should get this or not :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/18003_01_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/onlinestore/collection/18003_01_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$200 *dies.* I don`t know if I like the color. But it`s so pretty. Rawr. I think I`ll have to see it irl so I can see if the stitching is good enough quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don`t have much to say today. Byebye !&lt;br /&gt;-----MISAAAAA.&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/1495144479644896167-6531024663976808926?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/6531024663976808926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=6531024663976808926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6531024663976808926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/6531024663976808926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-beginning-of-misa.html' title='The end &amp; the beginning of MISA'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-3766198734482075002</id><published>2009-04-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:02:51.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='순대'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woozy'/><title type='text'>Woooozy ~ click for full view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sffsi-PAEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1SaRPt2SLw/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sffsi-PAEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1SaRPt2SLw/s400/boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988769581896258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SffstGW6gtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A0Qeb07bkbY/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SffstGW6gtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A0Qeb07bkbY/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988943561261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Argh. Senior Night. I did this pretty quickly but I have to make the CD label now. -___-. Click on images for full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I`ve been craving pizza for the longest time &amp;amp; my mom bought some for me yesterday. I was so happy. I have sudden cravings these days. Right now, I want some soondae. And some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, this is the reason to why I want some ice cream :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Carlos called me while I was on the bus if I wanted to go see him. He seemed kinda serious when he said he needed to talk to me so I agreed to meet him. He was home by the time I got off @ my stop &amp;amp; I thought we were going to meet @ the same intersection we always do so I walked all the way there. But he texts me and says to walk up to his house which is like 3 long blocks away from the intersection I was at. Carlos` house is past a ginormous hill &amp;amp; yesterday, I had on a sweater &amp;amp; it was really hot. I also had my history text book &amp;amp; a ripped A&amp;amp;F bag that WILLIAM ripped &amp;amp; it had the software &amp;amp; stuff for the Senior Night stuff that Woozy gave me. And my messenger back was hanging off one shoulder and it had a lot of shit in it. Sooooo, I walked up alllll the way to Carlos` because I thought he was sick &amp;amp; I pitied him. But when I get there, he looks PERFECTLY fine, but I just thought, argh, he`s still kinda sick, so whu`evs. And then Carlos asks me ONE question that was bothering him &amp;amp; i`mnottellingyoubitches what the question was. it took me like five seconds to answer him. And that was the serious talk. But Carlos owes me Mr. Pizza Factory for that. MUAHAHAHA. Well anyways, we go to the liquor store that`s like a block away from his house &amp;amp; I bought ice cream + Mike&amp;amp;Ike. I paid $3.44 for that shit. WE came outside and I was unwrapping the ice cream. It was a cone ice cream, so I was unwrapping it in a circle but the ice cream cone was broken @ the spot where I stopped unwrapping. And before I knew it, 7/9ths of my ice cream was on the ground. Oh fucking hell no.&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn`t so happy that Slater was coming back, I would`ve broken down &amp;amp; cried right at the spot. First thing that came into mind was FMYLIFE THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, blogspot fucked up my post from like 12 AM today because I did the LESS THAN THREE heart and it fucked up with the html. WTF, THAT`S SO GAY. WHATEVER I WRITE HERE SHOULDN`T AFFECT THE GODDAMN HTML. Augh. I thought I`d remember what I wrote about originally because the tags weren`t affected. But ... I can`t remember anything. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Slater &amp;amp; my first month together. Sorry, hun, I can`t do the LESS THAN THREE heart anymore because I don`t want my post to get fucked up again. Ahaha, I love you, Slaterrrrr !&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Slater came back yesterdaaaaay. Teehee. I was so happy but I think I was too mean to him. :C THAT IDIOT SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON ME THERE. Damn. Three different stuffed bears, 2 shirts, and a frickin` RING. Woooow. Sigh. I have to do something for himmm. ASDFGHJKL, I`m being spoiled. This isn`t good. STOP IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I failed my math quiz. And my Spanish test. Augh. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I`m just writing down random thoughts that come to my mind now. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Choi wants to go to the same university as me. But... if I get into Parsons, I think I`m going to leave him on his own. LOL. We`re going to apply to St. Johns &amp;amp; Syracuse, NYU (omg, I`m not going to get in), and... some other place together. But Parsons is my number one choice. SILVINA`S PLANNING TO GO THERE TOO ! Whoooo. &amp;amp; if Jessica decides to stay in New York, that`ll be perfect. And Sophia going to Ivy League is going to be even better. Too bad Stephanie`s a sophomore right now. I`m going to miss her. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo ! The CD labels came out really nicely. It looks plain though. I think I could`ve done a better job, but 1) I was too tired, 2) I wasn`t used to the program. Oh yeah, I`m supposed to send Irene the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`M CRAVING 순대. I wish my mom didn`t go to work today. I could`ve asked her to buy some for me.&lt;br /&gt;... I ran out of things to say. ARGH. My original post had a lot of interesting stuff. YOU LET ME DOWN, BLOGSPOT. I thought you wouldn`t turn out to be a disappointment like MySpace.&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/1495144479644896167-3766198734482075002?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/3766198734482075002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=3766198734482075002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3766198734482075002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3766198734482075002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh.html' title='Woooozy ~ click for full view'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/Sffsi-PAEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1SaRPt2SLw/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-2657503449406562402</id><published>2009-04-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:57:37.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cranes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JollyRancher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SeongSoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SourPatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SourPunchStraws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trebuchet'/><title type='text'>Can you teach me how to jerk ? Teach me how to jerk. Teach me how to jerk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mhmm, jerk that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this smiley eraser. :D I love it. There were so many other smiley expression. I`m going to go buy some more. x]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sooooo, yesterday, I had this craving for Jolly Rancher because Jessee was talking about getting a lot of bags of JR from Costco for like $5. So I called up Carlos &amp;amp; we walked to Galleria. But Galleria only had some Barbie gummies &amp;amp; stuff so we walked ALLLL the way up to Ralphs. I bought Sour Patch Watermelons, two Sour Punch Straws (Watermelon), &amp;amp; JollyRancher. &amp;amp; I bought Carlos his strawberry Whoppers. Damnn, I`m going to get fat. But it`s inevitable. Slater isn`t here :C&lt;br /&gt;Uh. On the way of meeting Carlos, I lost my ATM bank card. But I called &amp;amp; thankfully, no one had touched my card. I`m getting another one coming in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos started laughing his ass off when I asked him if he knew how to jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, OMG, I had so much fun @ LA High. I love the boys. Alex, SeongSoo, Matt, Ronny, &amp;amp; Melvin (even though he wasn`t even in the group). Ahaha. Jerkin` squad : Melv, Ale`, SeongSoo, &amp;amp; me. F`sho. Aw, I`m going to miss them so much. And those losers don`t have Facebook like the rest of the people living in this century. Who the hell uses MySpace these days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, okay, so on Friday, Ronny &amp;amp; the boys (minus Matt and melvin, plus Jae) picked me up from the gast station on Western&amp;amp;Olympic. We went to the Subway on Pico &amp;amp; ordered two ginormous platters for 30 people. It was frickin` $90. But Perla said it was okay, sooo, we were waiting for the sandwiches to come out. Seongsoo &amp;amp; Rony wanted to get drinks. Alex &amp;amp; I didn`t want to wait, so we all ditched Jae to go to Ralphs LOL. Such great friends we are.&lt;br /&gt;@ the cash register, the cashier noticed that the boys were wearing matching sweaters that said MESA on it. And i was the only one without it. Alex then commented that only "COOL" people have those sweaters and I hit them. The cashier lady was like OOOH, HIT HIM AGAIN. HE DESERVES ANOTHER ONE. And she says to him, "Well you know what ? Her glasses are the bomb shiz`nit." Ahahaha. It`s so nice to know that some people out there know fashion items when they see it instead of SOME people in  noho who say "DAYUM, THOSE LOOK LIKE MY MOM`S GLASSES" or "Why the hell are you wearing those glasses ? They`re weird." Well you know what, shut yo` face cuhs you aint ganster `nuff for fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn`t able to stay long to help the trebuchet crew with their display board. But I did the main things : The title + the "evolution of the trebuchets." Ahaha. I had to go home early cuhs my mom was all up in my business. Yesterdayyy, I got a text @ like nine from Alex. He said they didn`t win and that they were failures. But I honestly think they would`ve gotten first if it wasn`t for the stupid technical paper. Mann, someone should` ve taken a documentary of them or something working super hard &amp;amp; staying after school until 10 &amp;amp; 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fix my hair. My front layer is at an awkward length. But I don`t want to cut it so that it`s not at an awkward length. But then... it takes too long for it to grow. Oh man, I want to get my hair colored black. Like, BLACKKKK black. And grow it out some more. Rawr. I don`t know. I`ll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, Jesse thinks my hair looks cool now. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are so boring. What the heck, man. &amp;amp; I haven`t seen Sophia in a long time. I miss that girl so much. OMG, Carlos` new girl is... hot. Carlos showed me pictures of her &amp;amp; she`s so pretty. She`s white, lmfao. I want to go to Sadies to see her. Mmm, maybe I`ll ask Slater to go to Sadies with me. But he lives so dang far away I don`t know how he`s going to get back home from Downtown L frickin` A.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Slater texted me &amp;amp; he said there aren`t guest passes for the month-long trip for winning Oceans Bowl this year. I guess he just has to go &amp;amp; spend a month on Panama without me. Argh, he`s away from me all the time, I`m going to go cry now. Lols. Next week, he`s going to be away from me again. Rawr. Well, he`s gotta do what he`s gotta do, so I can`t say anything. Ahaha. Just be patient &amp;amp; support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve decided that I`m going to go over Sophia`s pad every day after AP`s are done. I didn`t even play with her for a day for Spring Break. That`s whack. Stephanie, too ! Danggg, we must have like this super strong friendship bond cuhs we`re not falling apart from each other at all. Mhmm ! That`s true best friends for you.&lt;3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ran out of things to say. Byebye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SfThLdIAJOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XfLr1JePVVs/s1600-h/cutekinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SfThLdIAJOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XfLr1JePVVs/s400/cutekinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329131845999142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SfVYH8zPwtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aLm0AJwfO0Q/s1600-h/wtfux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SfVYH8zPwtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aLm0AJwfO0Q/s400/wtfux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329262627666248402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;D: looks better on paper, I swear. &amp;amp; it`s not final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-2657503449406562402?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/2657503449406562402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=2657503449406562402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2657503449406562402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/2657503449406562402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-teach-me-how-to-jerk-teach-me.html' title='Can you teach me how to jerk ? Teach me how to jerk. 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I`m still not done. My head hurts like a bitch. FML. Seriously. Whenever I walk, it feels like the ground is moving. And then I feel like I`m car or sea sick. I don`t remember what time I slept. I went offline around 1-ish I think. But I didn`t sleep right away. I wanted to wake up in time to get Slater`s call before he flew to D.C., but... I was KNOCKED OUUUUT. So he just left a voice message for me. Gahhh, I`m going to miss him so much. Four days is a long time. He better come home with that 1st place trophy or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_23.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(click to view drawings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is so messy again. It was actually really clean for once. But... I mess it up in like five seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Nico &amp;amp; I talked yesterday. Ahaha. I think he misses me :D Rofls, he asked how life was &amp;amp; why I just "사라져" ahaha. He told me Sunny went to OTIS. I`m so happy for him. Wow. Just two more weeks for him &amp;amp; he`s on vacation &amp;amp; getting ready for his career in art. I want to see his portfolio. Sunny`s such a great artist although we have much differences in our style. He`s more of a sketch &amp;amp; pencil type of guy. I`m more of... a perfectionist &amp;amp; color type of artist. I remember we were making huge characters for church`s lock-in for the kids one time. I didn`t like how he was drawing the characters with sketchy lines &amp;amp; not definite lines. &amp;amp; when he was painting, ... I don`t even want to remember. Ahahaha ! But, I guess going to Otis is a good thing for him. He`s been talking about Otis for a long time. He didn`t even take the SAT`s because he said Otis didn`t require SAT scores. I didn`t know what made him so sure that he`d get in to Otis but since he did, I`m so happy for him. Now all that`s left is for ME to get accepted somewhere next year. Why am I not confident about getting into Parsons when everyone else says that it`s a fact that I`d get in ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m getting stressed again. As much as I was earlier this year. I think the only thing keeping me back from throwing up &amp;amp; stuff is that... I HAVE NO TIME FOR THAT. I don`t have time to dwell in my own misery again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sophia wants me to audition for some event in this organization thing she`s in. I don`t know if I will... maybe. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, I`m running out of iron-on papers ! &gt;__&lt;. MORE MORE MORE MORE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I have to go to LA High again today. I went on Wednesday &amp;amp; I met most of my friends. They all remember me. What the heck, even Mr.Perla remembers me &amp;amp; I wasn`t even in his class before. But I was there last year for an entire weeking after school until 10-ish because I was helping the seniors with their MESA trebuchet display board, ahaha. LA High was fun even though I didn`t fit in very well or understood any of the worlds around me. I sometimes wish that I stayed there instead of transferring because... it`s unbearable here ! Argh, stress day&amp;amp;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;New favorite songssss. I was listening to them earlier this week &amp;amp; I started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Who Am I, Voice of Truth, I can only Imagine. All three are by Casting Crowns. Mm, in Voice of Truth... "You told me who I am, I am Yours" really stuck to me. Who am I that God would calm the storm in my heart &amp;amp; light the dark path for me when I`m just a wilting flower and a vapor in the wind ? I`m just a speck in all the creations He made. But still, He knows my name. &amp;amp; He loves me for who I am. And there are so many people who talkkkk around me. People discourage me and say whatever they want about me. But the Voice of Truth tells me not to be afraid. I`ve been living in fear, especialy because my dad`s been calling &amp;amp; telling me that he`s coming back. I was so foolish to try to avoid him &amp;amp; try to use my head to get away from him when I should`ve turned to God for courage &amp;amp; strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann is so addicting. I love Simon &amp;amp; Kamina. x] That anime is SICK. Go watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;But the stone was just the right size&lt;br /&gt;to put the giant on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the waves they don't seem so high&lt;br /&gt;from on top of them looking down&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;br /&gt;when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;singing over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says "do not be afraid"&lt;br /&gt;And the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;`Hime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT !&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann ! The ending is sickkkk.&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/1495144479644896167-4762073364956392852?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4762073364956392852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4762073364956392852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4762073364956392852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4762073364956392852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-5526226659136679651</id><published>2009-04-23T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:19:51.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'>CLICK FOR FULL VIEW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SfF0OURemQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7TqI6dZUpMg/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Yeah, that`s supposed to be me -___-. &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to color it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTERRRR !&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW, WTFUX.&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish my Spanish homework. Um, I`ve been thinking about how to design my clothes. I have a lot of cutting, sewing, &amp;amp; drawing to do. Maybe even some painting if I`m too lazy to take 48526045 hours on photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I`m kinda done with Spanish, I think. I just wrote a quick summary in English &amp;amp; got Babelfish to translate it for me. Argh, I`m such a cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sophia &amp;amp; Stephanie. :C&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I`m always alone on holidays. Eh, I don`t care as much as I did before. Daaang, I was in NEED of attention long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdaaaay was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, when I was saving that file &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t save it as a .psd file &amp;amp; now... it`s impossible to color. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND, I FIXED IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, okay, bye.&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/1495144479644896167-1749893331495644741?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/1749893331495644741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=1749893331495644741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1749893331495644741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/1749893331495644741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/sundaaaay.html' title='Sundaaaay !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SeGBUvFZ5DI/AAAAAAAAADY/FOO_EjJNfmE/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-7633456654105594688</id><published>2009-04-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:17:43.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new computer'/><title type='text'>End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SeBOoMKcEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/0YOn7_FGBaI/s1600-h/blessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SeBOoMKcEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/0YOn7_FGBaI/s400/blessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323341211918667938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Spring break is coming to an end. I`m so sad. I haven`t accomplished many things this week. It`s my fault that I haven`t been so productive but now I feel insecure and afraid of the future. I`m so not going to pass the AP Art Portfolio. I don`t even think I`m going to be able to finish. Oh boy, I`m just desperate for things, I`m thinking of random things to make. What the hell am I going to do for breadth. I was going to make a modernized hanbok, but... how does that show movement ? I`m so afraid. I`m going to have to BS all this somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, well, I got a new computer. I have to start drawing &amp;amp; printing stuff out on my iron ons. And then I have to go crazy with scissors &amp;amp; fabric. Whyyyyyyy was I so stupid to lag ?! Ugh, my eyes are killing me. &amp;amp; I`ve been trying to stop putting so much strain on my eyes because they`re actually getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:08 AM. I`m trying to find some random article about a disaster that happened recently. And then I`m going to briefly summarize by using the vocabulary from the chapter we`re learning in Spanish. Thennn, I have to somehow translate it all into Spanish. Hm. 5 page essay for history. Whay the hell is Mr. Kolin so hard on us alluvasudden. He was so chill but... I`m actually stressed about this essay. Argh. I want to go back to the chill period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:11. That goddamn paragraph took three minutes to write. &amp;amp; my only company is Jesse. ACK. My eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I want to quickly finish the scarf for Slaterrr. But... I`m too slow @ knitting. And I`m a perfectionist, too. I already started over twice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dehydrated. I want water. But I`m scared my mom`s going to wake up. Hm, I hope I don`t get lost on my way to Slater`s. I`m going to cry if I get myself lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I feel like... I don`t have much time. Like, there`s so many things I HAVE to do &amp;amp; WANT to do. But sometimes, the HAVE to's just take over. I`ve stopped writing. There goes my dream of wanting to publish something. Maybe that`s why most teennovel authors are over 20. I just thought they were ... lowlives or something LOL. And I want money so I can go shopping more often. Argh, I wish I had more timeee to go shopping more often. IT`S NOT FAIRRR, this week went by so quickly ! Everything`s a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING I don`t like about getting new computers. :C My files are goneeee. Argh, I tried saving stuff on a flash drive &amp;amp; tried sending everything to my e-mail, but there`s just those one or two things that I forget. Like, my photoshop brushes &amp;amp; actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LALALA. 1:01 AM. I`ve been working on my essay &amp;amp; stuffs. I can`t draw this late @ night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="757"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"David Ung"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:00:06 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="758"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"David Ung"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:00:11 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; not so much the hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="764"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"David Ung"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:00:27 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; ...i have terrible memory, but i dont' recal your hair being that wavy either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="765"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"David Ung"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:00:28 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;but otherwise, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="768"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"Jesse Victoroff"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:01:41 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span absz="12" style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;that's totally like you but in manga form!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="769"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"Jesse Victoroff"&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:01:43 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span absz="12" style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sooo, I guess I did a pretty good job drawing myself. I`m going to clean up the drawing a bit &amp;amp; add in color before printing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH yeah. I got color ink x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1:22 AM. I`m crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495144479644896167-7633456654105594688?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/7633456654105594688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=7633456654105594688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7633456654105594688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/7633456654105594688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/end.html' title='End.'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/SeBOoMKcEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/0YOn7_FGBaI/s72-c/blessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-3943252783402293737</id><published>2009-04-07T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:17:59.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>My</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boyfriend is a pervert. But I still love him :D&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/1495144479644896167-3943252783402293737?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/3943252783402293737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=3943252783402293737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3943252783402293737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/3943252783402293737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/my.html' title='My'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495144479644896167.post-4264905467178495050</id><published>2009-04-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:18:18.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><title type='text'>Spring breakkk !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I fucked up my post from earlier this morning. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;I was like 50 minutes late for church &amp;amp; Sophia ditched me for her homework, that nerd. Okay. bye.&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/1495144479644896167-4264905467178495050?l=blessahime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/feeds/4264905467178495050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495144479644896167&amp;postID=4264905467178495050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4264905467178495050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495144479644896167/posts/default/4264905467178495050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessahime.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-breakkk.html' title='Spring breakkk !'/><author><name>b l e ss a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440083421598141382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_i64O90kWI/S1qF9wt2KCI/AAAAAAAAANU/RRz09HihgEo/S220/pammastyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
